When Qingyao returned to the capital in triumph, even more people came to welcome him, but one of the most important people was missing.
Yi Mu is now like a child; apart from attending court, his most important activities every day are playing, eating, and drinking.
He doesn't have to worry about anything, and his heart can't hold anything or anyone.
When Qingyao returned to the palace, Yimu was playing on a swing, with his favorite maid pushing him from behind.
He looked delighted and told the maid to push him up a little higher, and then a little higher.
He is now almost out of his boyish body and moving towards adulthood.
The maid was a woman, so she couldn't easily push him.
Qingyao walked behind Yimu and gave the maid a wink.
He hadn't even removed his armor yet; he had just returned to the palace and came here to see the Emperor immediately, but the Emperor…
The maid sighed inwardly and stepped aside.
Qingyao pushed Yimu higher and higher, as he requested.
Once you let go, the swing's amplitude is beyond human control.
Halfway through his laughter, Yi Mu's hand suddenly slipped off the rope and he fell off the swing.
Qingyao was startled, leaped up, and caught Yi Mu steadily.
The two landed safely. Yi Mu blinked and left Qing Yao's embrace without any hesitation.
It has been half a year since Yi Mu last spoke a single word to Qing Yao.
Qingyao's disappointment deepened. Looking at Yi Mu's retreating figure, he couldn't help but raise his voice and ask, "I saved the Emperor, shouldn't the Emperor express his gratitude?"
Yi Mu seemed not to hear him. He picked up the football from the ground and called the maid to play polo with him.
Qingyao watched his impatient back, thinking how carefree he was, just like a child.
He fought on the battlefield and was stabbed twice. The accompanying medic told him to let his wounds heal a little before going back, otherwise the bumpy journey back would easily cause the wounds to reopen and become infected.
Qingyao missed Yi Mu so much that he handed over the army to his subordinates and rode back to the capital at breakneck speed, just to see Yi Mu one last time.
But Yimu remained the same, just staring at him without saying a word.
Qingyao remembered clearly what Yimu had told him: "If you don't listen to my explanation, I won't say another word to you in the future."
He is a man of his word and always keeps his promises.
Those who reap what they sow will not live.
Qingyao was found to have lost too much blood and had fainted in the back garden. The imperial physician bandaged his wounds.
Late at night, Qingyao woke up to find no one beside her and all was quiet.
He clutched his injured abdomen, got out of bed, and walked to the dragon bed, which was not far away.
Yi Mu was fast asleep, oblivious to everything. A charcoal fire had been lit in the room, and it burned his face until it was bright red.
Qingyao pulled his blanket down a little, and Yimu's breathing became easier. He mumbled something, changed his position, and continued to sleep.
This is the only time of day when Qingyao is in the best mood.
During the day, Yi Mu was lively and energetic, but he ignored him completely. Only when Yi Mu was asleep at night would he lie obediently in bed.
Qingyao stayed by the bedside, watching Yimu without moving.
As he looked around, he suddenly sensed an unusual airflow in the room.
Qingyao pulled a silver dart from his sleeve and shot it towards the heavy curtain behind him, his eyes sharp.
"Who is it? Show yourself!"
A middle-aged man emerged from behind a pillar. He wore a white cloak covered in strange gold patterns, a silver chain around his neck, and a uniquely designed emblem.
If 998 weren't asleep right now, she would probably be startled to see this person.
One of the top gods in the Main God Division, the number one system since the establishment of the Main God Division, and the superior of these quick transmigration systems, Jiaxing.
Qingyao had been waiting for him for a long time.
After regaining his memory, he discovered that Lian Jian and his young boyfriend had inexplicably disappeared from this world.
No one, except for the major systems that co-founded the Supreme God's Office with the Supreme God, has the ability to make Death and a demigod with the bloodline of the Golden Dragon disappear from the world.
Qingyao immediately thought that it must be the main god playing tricks.
He had been waiting for the main god to appear, but instead, he was greeted by Jiaxing.
Even now that things have progressed this far, he's still putting on airs, preferring to send someone else rather than confront his own son.
Having been stubborn for tens of thousands of years, he probably can't change his temper.
Qingyao walked up to Jiaxing and glanced at him.
The two went to the outer room.
Jiaxing was never one to speak much, but he brought only one sentence: "The Supreme God wants Your Highness to return to the Supreme God's Office as soon as possible, otherwise, what you will face next is something you cannot bear."
Throughout his life, Qingyao hated it most when others spoke to him in a commanding tone.
He was utterly blunt, with only one sentence: "If he dares to touch Yimu, I'll destroy the Chief God's Office! I'll put this on record for now, and settle the score with him later!"
Jiaxing knew that he meant what he said.
Before he left, he glanced inside, a meaningful look flashing in his eyes, then turned and disappeared into the room.
Qingyao returned to the bedside, looked at Yi Mu's innocent sleeping face, and placed a kiss on the back of his hand.
For a thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred million years to come, I will protect you and never let you suffer any more pain.
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