Cang Lang didn't have to wait long. Xi Yuan had already changed his clothes and called him in.
“Teacher.” Cang Lang looked at Xiyuan. His teacher had lived in the capital for thirty-five years, yet her appearance remained that of a young girl, as if she had never aged.
He sat upright in front of the West Garden and said in a deep voice, "Teacher, I do not wish to be chosen as a concubine."
"Hmm?" Xi Yuan responded indifferently.
"Does the teacher not understand the student's feelings for the teacher?" Cang Lang leaned forward somewhat anxiously, carefully studying Xi Yuan's expression, not missing a single detail of her expression.
Xi Yuan raised her eyes and gave him a cold glance. Her gaze was icy, her pale yellow vertical pupils were indifferent, and she looked down on everyone with an arrogant and disdainful attitude towards mortals.
Cang Lang felt a chill run through him. He realized... he probably really couldn't win over his teacher.
"The royal family needs offspring."
“What does it have to do with me? The only one who brought me out of this world is my teacher. Everyone else, including my father, doesn’t see the real me. Only my teacher has never changed.” Cang Lang said softly, “I don’t care about others, but teacher, you made me a qualified emperor, and I tried my best. I learned whatever you asked me to learn… I don’t care about the Cang family’s empire, nor do I care how others see me. I just want to follow my teacher.”
Xi Yuan casually toyed with the teacup in her hand and responded with a faint "Oh".
Cang Lang's lips tightened, forming a stiff line. He said softly, "Teacher... in that case, please forgive my offense."
He poured a cup of tea for Xiyuan himself, silently lowered his head, and without looking at Xiyuan again, got up and left.
The next day, the imperial advisor was to be married by Emperor Cangren and made empress, an imperial decree that shook the court and shocked the world.
When the news reached the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Xi Yuan was holding a bamboo slip in his hand, looking down at the inscription written on it.
Despite his advanced age, the white-haired butler Gilbert was still in good health. Although he was old and frail, he moved nimbly and had a clear eye, unlike an ordinary old man.
He stood respectfully beside the West Garden, as if insulted, filled with righteous indignation: "Grand Preceptor, the Emperor has gone too far! How dare he... how dare he..."
Many of the servants and maids in the Imperial Preceptor's residence also showed signs of discontent.
People in the world may regard the emperor as superior to the Grand Preceptor, but those in the Grand Preceptor's residence will only consider the West Garden to be supreme.
The emperor? What is an emperor? He's just an ordinary mortal. How can he compare to the Imperial Preceptor, this celestial being banished to the mortal realm?
With a casual flick of his wrist, Xi Yuan sent the bamboo skewer flying to ashes that scattered across the ground.
The Imperial Preceptor has disappeared. All the servants and maids in the Imperial Preceptor's mansion have been dismissed. Only the steward, Gilbert, and a maid have disappeared with the Imperial Preceptor.
Cang Lang was furious in the imperial court, and then he disappeared.
When the emperor is absent, things are fine for a short time, but as time goes on, the world becomes unstable. Ambitious people begin to test the waters. Gradually, Cang Lang no longer appears to take charge of the overall situation, nor does the Grand Preceptor show up. Slowly, some people start to rebel.
The world was in chaos.
Xi Yuan has never been one to be threatened. What does the Great Cang Dynasty have to do with her? If Cang Lang thinks he can use the world to force her to appear and accept the position of Empress, he is simply being naive.
Cang Lang wasn't really a threat; he just felt that as the emperor, he couldn't let his teacher stay, so he decided to resign as emperor.
But he didn't know that no matter if he was the emperor or not, Xi Yuan didn't care about him. No matter what he did, he couldn't win Xi Yuan's favor.
The war lasted for many years, and finally the country changed hands, with the new dynasty named Yong.
Xi Yuan coldly observed the great changes in the world. The lust for power among mortals dragged down many innocent people. Loyal ministers were heartbroken and rebuked her as the national advisor who had brought chaos to the world, bewitched the monarch, and caused the emperor to leave.
In novels and stories, the praise for her past merits for the world has gradually ceased, and every word and sentence describes her elopement with Emperor Cangren.
ridiculous.
Cang Lang's actions were extremely willful; what did it have to do with her?
If she were to accept someone who only harbors desires for her, then how could she possibly divide herself into multiple parts, given that so many people have liked her in the past?
Xi Yuan had promised the nameless old man that she would remain in this world, solely for the sake of that human calamity. Although war and chaos throughout the world were calamities, they could not be considered major chaos.
The time for her to leave has not yet come.
As peace gradually returned to the world, Xiyuan no longer traveled around with Jibo and his maid Qinglian, but instead went into seclusion in the Tianshan Mountains.
The Tianshan Mountains are located in the harsh northwest, where ice and snow cover the land year-round and snow falls in all seasons. The snow rarely stops, but the advantage is that it is rarely visited by people and is extremely quiet.
There are also people here who practice esoteric arts, like the nameless old man, living in seclusion. They live in twos and threes, without disturbing each other. If one of them is in trouble, the people nearby will sense it and lend a helping hand.
The nameless old man was skilled in astrology and divination, while the hermits here were mostly adept at esoteric arts. Although they couldn't be considered immortal cultivators, they could still prolong their lives and control the wind and rain.
Therefore, the mortals living at the foot of Tianshan Mountain also call it the Immortal Mountain, and occasionally young people will go up the mountain in search of immortality.
They will most likely be sent down the mountain.
Today, the year-round heavy snow in the Tianshan Mountains has stopped, the sky is high and clear, and a golden sun hangs high in the sky.
But the weather was still so cold that your breath would freeze instantly.
Xi Yuan stepped out of the house. This mansion, built with her magic, had a sizable courtyard that enclosed a rare cold spring on the Tianshan Mountains, creating a cold pool within the courtyard that would never freeze, no matter how cold the weather.
Inside the pool, clusters of pure white snow lotuses, priceless treasures from the Tianshan Mountains, bloomed. Uncle Ji was sitting on the blue stones piled up by the pool, carefully using his fingertips to pluck the lotus seeds and drop them into a bowl.
Many years ago, when Xiyuan dismissed the people from the Imperial Preceptor's residence, Jibo and his maid Qinglian were unwilling to leave. Xiyuan, remembering that they had been by her side since their youth and had never abandoned her from their youth to old age, granted their request and used her power to make them young again, preserving their youth forever. Over the years, the two of them have never changed their feelings and have wholeheartedly taken care of and served Xiyuan.
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