Six years later, when Yu Chen came of age, Xuan Ling took him to the Taimiao to worship his ancestors.
No one knew that a black and red evil spirit had sneaked into the temple and hidden behind the ancestral tablets. At the moment when Emperor Xuanwu and the crown prince were offering sacrifices to their ancestors, this evil spirit absorbed their divine power and faith.
Only to hear the Demon Lord Qingtian laugh loudly and fly out of the hall, "Good grandson, thank you for helping grandpa to lift the seal, hahahaha!"
Xuan Ling and Yu Chen shrugged and smiled, thinking, "Never mind, just turn a blind eye - let this old man leave Lianyuan. After all, we are not immortals now and do not need to fulfill any responsibilities."
Xuan Ling took Yu Chen out of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. "Your mother should be happy now. She has always missed her father."
Yu Chen asked, "I wonder if Grandfather could give me some spiritual power?"
Xuan Ling kicked him on the butt, "Thinking of shortcuts again? The real thing is to practice your own skills well."
"Father, you kicked me again. I will go back and tell my mother right now."
Xuan Ling brushed off his dragon robe and said, "Father is the ruler of a country, how could he be afraid of her?"
Yu Chen said with a smile: "Aren't you just a henpecked husband? Why don't you admit it? I won't laugh at you."
The father and son were strolling in the Taimiao.
Xuan Ling said: "Father, this is because you love your mother. You can find someone who loves you in the future, and let her listen to you and coax you."
"Women are so troublesome, I don't want them."
Xuan Ling punched him, "Nonsense, you are already an adult, it's time to choose the twelve concubines of the Eastern Palace. You are the crown prince, and you have the responsibility to continue the heirs. You must treat everyone equally..."
"Father, if you can't do it yourself, please don't force it on me, okay?"
Yu Chen ran away after saying this.
Xuan Ling got on the imperial carriage with a smile and said, "You little bastard, I ask you to do it just because I can't do it."
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival when the golden osmanthus is fragrant, the bright moon hangs high in the sky like a jade plate, casting a layer of silver light on the Vermillion Bird Hall.
The palace lanterns on the eaves swayed gently in the breeze, casting the shadows of the carved window lattices on the bluestone ground, like a flowing ink painting.
Mother Sheng sat upright, her silver hair combed meticulously, and the smile lines at the corners of her eyes were filled with kindness.
Sheng Jingheng walked in slowly with Ruan Niang. Ruan Niang was holding a baby girl as delicate as jade in her arms. Her little hands, like lotus roots, were playing with the jade pendant on her mother's waist.
Sheng Xitang took Prince Yu's arm and stepped over the threshold, followed by a chubby boy.
Suddenly, the sound of rings and bracelets was heard, and Sheng Xiyan came slowly, supporting the empress dowager.
Although the empress dowager's hair was covered with frost, she looked energetic, and the crimson purple palace dress made her look graceful.
Xuan Ling supported the empress dowager from the other side. The twelve patterns embroidered with gold thread on the black dragon robe shone brightly under the candlelight, showing the majesty of the royal family.
Just as everyone sat down, they suddenly saw all the candles in the hall go out.
The autumn wind blew through the hall, carrying the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and a dark figure spread out like ink under the moon.
The man was very tall, with wide sleeves of a black robe fluttering in the wind, and a black iron plate on his waist emitting a faint blue light.
When he turned around, he saw his sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling, and a cinnabar mole at the end of his eye, which added a bit of evil to his look.
"How can the Mid-Autumn Festival on earth be celebrated without me? Am I not one of your family members? Ah, my good daughter and son-in-law?"
The Demon Lord Qingtian stood with his hands behind his back. When his eyes swept over the crowd, Xuan Ling remained as motionless as the cedar on the top of Mount Kunlun, just like the Emperor Xuanxi of the Ninth Heaven.
Instead, he stood up and bowed: "Grandfather, how are you?"
Qingtian laughed out loud, and slapped Jiangjiang's shoulder with his palm, making a sound of metal and stone: "Good boy! Much more sensible than some cold-faced gods!"
Before he finished speaking, Yu Chen had already jumped in front of him like a little deer, looking up and said, "Grandfather, are you here to give me spiritual power?"
The Demon Lord leaned over and pinched his grandson's cheek, the hostility in his eyes turned into tenderness: "Little clever ghost."
Suddenly, he turned to look at Sheng Xiyan, stretched out his hand, and his voice suddenly became hoarse: "Daughter... come to your father."
Sheng Xiyan walked forward slowly, and the phoenix embroidered with silver thread on the hem of her skirt was faintly visible in the moonlight.
Before she could stand still, she was embraced in a warm embrace.
The Demon Lord, who was feared throughout the three realms, burst into tears at this moment, "Daughter, your father is finally reunited with you."
Xuan Ling then called out, "Father-in-law, please take a seat."
Qingtian said: "Daughter, wipe your father's tears."
Sheng Xiyan took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears. This father looked really young, as young as Xuan Ling, and he knew how to act like a spoiled child.
When Qingtian took his seat, his body suddenly froze - the empress dowager was chatting and laughing with Sheng's mother while holding a mooncake, and the silver hairpin reflected the candlelight, casting a fine halo of light in her hair.
"Yuehua?" Qingtian's voice was so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the dream.
A ray of dark blue spiritual power condensed from his fingertips, and after seeing the cause and effect clearly, he staggered back half a step.
Sheng Xiyan keenly noticed that in her father's usually cynical eyes, there were now huge waves surging.
In the blink of an eye, Qingtian was kneeling on one knee in front of the Queen Mother's throne.
The empress dowager leaned back in shock, and a few drops of amber tea splashed out of the teacup in her hand, leaving dark marks on the hem of her skirt.
"How dare you!" The Queen Mother's eyes widened. Where did this crazy boy come from?
But when the man in front of her looked up, a tear was sliding across the cinnabar mole.
He held up the back of her wrinkled hand with his trembling hands: "Fairy Yuehua, who was as beautiful as a fairy in the past, do you still remember the Demon Lord who plucked all the peach blossoms on the mountain for you?
Yuehua, I finally found you.
When you were banished to the mortal world, I was thrown into purgatory by Xuanxi. My divine power was unavailable, and I couldn't find out your whereabouts. I thought that after seeing my daughter and grandchildren, I would calculate where you were. But you are here!
The Queen Mother scolded, "Asshole, I don't understand what nonsense you are talking about. Yanyan, are you sure this is your father in your previous life?"
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