Chapter 126 Qingyue and Xianming, siblings reunite
A figure in flowing blue robes and a figure in flowing white robes glides across the smooth lake water in a small boat.
The people working by the lake stared in astonishment at the two figures on the lake's surface.
Guan Xiao stared blankly, then exclaimed in surprise, "That's... Lord Xianming?! Quickly, go and report to Lord Xuanfeng!"
Longjing gently helped Xianming land on the lakeside.
Guan Xiao hurriedly went to greet you, "Xianmingjun! Why didn't you let us know? We could have come to pick you up!"
Xianming smiled, covered her nose with her slender, white fingers, and said softly, "How could I dare to say it in advance? What if they didn't let me come? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?!"
"No...no...we'd love to have you here..." Guan Xiao said hurriedly.
"Really?" Xianming, supporting Longjing's arm, walked all the way to the bluestone steps before putting down the finger on her nose. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Guanxiao, deliberately asking, "What are you so eager to invite me here for...?"
"Ah? Uh... this..." Guan Xiao smiled awkwardly, unsure how to answer.
Xianming smiled and said, "I heard that Ruixin is here?"
"Ah! Yes!" Guan Xiao replied, bowing. "When Ruixin came to check on the flood situation, it seemed that the Empress Dowager Yi intended to help us..."
"Hmph!" Xianming sneered, "You didn't help before, but now you're playing the good guy... Despicable!"
Guan Xiao realized he had said the wrong thing and felt even more embarrassed. He could only force a smile and say, "Immortal Lord Ming, Lord Xuanfeng is in the Vermilion Bird Palace. Shall I take you there now?"
"No rush," Xianming said, her eyelids lowered. "Empress Qingyue is here. I'll go and pay my respects to her first!"
“Lady Qingyue, Miss Yao’er, and Fairy Feihua are staying in my courtyard,” Guan Xiao said, stretching out his arms to lead Xianming up the mountain. “Miss Yao’er hasn’t been feeling well these past few days, and Lady Qingyue probably hasn’t slept a wink…”
"Su Yuyao?" Xianming asked in confusion, "Is she sick again?!"
"It's not exactly an illness, it's just..." Guan Xiao said somewhat embarrassedly, "She blew up a few tombstones, injured herself in the process, and has been unconscious for several days and nights!"
"Huh?!" Xianming was quite surprised. Although she had heard that Su Yuyao was willful, naughty, difficult to manage, and prone to causing trouble, it was indeed a bit too much trouble to blow herself into a coma!
Xianming began to have doubts. What kind of things could such a child possibly accomplish?
Xianming, accompanied by the flute, crossed the canyon and walked up the mountain path...
"Really?! Miss Yao'er and Flying Eagle are this exciting?!"
"That's right! I heard that Miss Yao'er was so exhausted by the flying eagle that she had to be helped out of the hot spring by it!"
"Oh my! You have to admit that young people have great stamina! Even though Lord Xuanfeng is in his prime, he can't keep up with Flying Eagle's youth..."
"Besides! Miss Yao'er is young. Once she's tasted the sweetness, how can she so easily keep it!"
"That's true! Besides, Lord Xuanfeng is always so serious, how can he really enjoy himself in this kind of thing?"
"Hahahahahahahaha..."
Several gossipy women fabricated a story about Su Yuyao and Feiying in great detail, their stories so vivid and engaging that the listeners were left wanting more. They were so engrossed in the exciting details that they didn't notice Guan Xiao leading Xianming and Longjing up.
"Why aren't you women going home to take care of the kids and cook? What are you gossiping about here?" Guan Xiao scolded angrily.
"Oh dear! Lord Guan Xiao!" The women covered their mouths in embarrassment. "We were just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart!"
Xianming glanced at it and asked leisurely, "Is what you're saying true?"
"Uh...you are..." Several women looked at Xianming, then suddenly widened their eyes and asked in surprise, "You are Lord Xianming?!"
“Exactly!” Xianming said, her eyelids lowered.
"Ah!" The women exchanged knowing glances, their faces beaming with joy.
"Xianmingjun, please don't take this to heart. This is just idle gossip, all baseless!" Guan Xiao said with an awkward laugh.
"Is that so?" Xianming said coldly. "If it's all fabricated, how could they describe it so vividly?"
Seeing that Xianming's expression was off, the women quickly said, "Xianming-jun, don't listen to our nonsense... that... it's not true!"
"Nonsense?!" Xianming's voice wasn't loud, but it was stern. "Lord Guan Xiao, Young Master Guan Yue is still too young; he can't even control the mouths of his own people!"
"Immortal Lord, please calm down!" Guan Xiao said, bowing his head.
Xianming coldly glanced at the gossiping woman. Back then, his affair with Xuanyi was exaggerated and passed around like this, ultimately causing his father's death and harming Xuanyi...
Xianming closed her eyes and sighed, "Let's go!"
"Yes!" Guan Xiao bowed and stepped aside, continuing to lead Xianming and Longjing towards the mountaintop...
Just as they reached the entrance of the Vermilion Bird Palace, a errand boy rushed over and bowed slightly to Xianming. "Xianming-jun! Lord Guanxiao! Lord Xuanfeng has something to say: please take Xianming-jun to the other courtyard to rest. He will come to pay his respects when he has time!"
Guan Xiao glanced at Xian Ming, who had no expression on her face, and said with a smile, "I understand. Go back and tell the master that we'll go pay our respects to Lady Qingyue first, and tell the master not to worry!"
"yes!"……
Although Su Yuyao was physically weak, her crying earlier released her negative emotions, and her mood gradually brightened.
She pulled Feihua to sit on the wooden stool by the kitchen door, watching Langzhi chop firewood. "Grandpa Langzhi, when is Xuanfeng coming back?"
Langzhi wiped her sweat and said with a smile, "Daughter, are you missing that brat?"
"Yeah! I want him to come back!" Su Yuyao said, pouting. "I was injured, and he didn't even come to see me!"
"Daughter, don't worry, things are a bit tricky right now, that's why Xuanfeng hasn't come back yet!"
"What's so troublesome?" Su Yuyao pouted, sulking. "He just doesn't want to come back! He hasn't missed me at all these days!"
Looking at Su Yuyao's willful behavior, Langzhi said with a mix of laughter and tears, "You! You're just like your Lady Qingyue, you don't reason with anyone at all, and you keep saying you don't miss me or have forgotten me... We're so busy, how can we have time to think about you every day... You're always throwing tantrums at me! This whole thing! It was so hard to coax you..."
Su Yuyao blinked and looked back at Qingyue, only to see Qingyue kneading dough while glaring fiercely at Langzhi.
"Oh dear!" Lang Zhi followed Su Yuyao's gaze to Qing Yue, and laughed, "I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"Empress Qingyue! Lord Langzhi!" Guan Xiao led Xianming into the courtyard. "Lord Xianming has arrived!"
"Xianming?!" Qingyue poked her head out from the kitchen. "Xianming! It really is you!"
Although they are siblings, they rarely see each other since Qingyue became the head of Binglun Palace.
Xianming knew that she had not only angered her father to death, but also caused her sister to lose her chance at marriage, so she intentionally or unintentionally avoided Qingyue, unable to face her.
Qingyue lost her lover and her child whom she had never met in order to save her younger brother. Even though she did not hate him intentionally, she never had the courage to face Xianming, for fear of stirring up painful memories.
Now, Qingyue has found her child and lover, and Xianming finally has the courage to set foot on the immortal mountain...
"Sister!" Xianming looked at Qingyue, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, clasped her hands together, and bowed deeply with tears in her eyes.
Qingyue burst into tears immediately, took two quick steps, and grabbed Xianming's arm, "Xianming!"
Xianming slowly raised her head, looked at the older sister who had raised her, and finally couldn't hold back the guilt and self-blame she had felt for thousands of years, and tears fell.
Qingyue, ever since finding Su Yuyao, has become more sentimental. She seems to have reverted to Tuanyue from thousands of years ago, expressing all her emotions unrestrainedly.
With tears welling in her eyes, she tenderly lifted Xianming's face and asked, choking back sobs, "Xianming... are you... alright?"
With tears in her eyes, Xianming smiled and nodded, "Sister... are you alright?"
“I’m fine…” Qingyue said happily, wiping away her tears. “Xianming and Langzhi are here too…”
Xianming looked up and saw Langzhi carrying an axe, looking slightly flustered. She bowed respectfully and said, "Lord Langzhi, how have you been?"
Upon seeing this, Langzhi quickly put down his axe, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and replied, "Immortal Mingjun, how have you been? I hope you are well!"
"Xianming! This is Su Yuyao!" Qingyue pulled Xianming to Su Yuyao's side, helped Su Yuyao up from the wooden post, tidied her hair and clothes, and said, "Yao'er, this is Lord Xianming, please pay your respects formally!"
Looking at Xianming, who exuded an indescribable gloomy charm, Su Yuyao felt an inexplicable sense of distance.
She obediently lowered her head and slightly bent her knees, saying, "Greetings, Immortal Mingjun!"
Xianming looked at Su Yuyao, whose face was haggard but whose mischievous expression she still couldn't hide.
"Su Yuyao, we've met before, do you remember?"
Su Yuyao looked up at Xianming and nodded, saying, "I remember, you are Xuanfeng's father. We met at Sister Jinyu's place!"
Xianming was taken aback. Father… This title made Xianming feel a little uncomfortable.
“This is… Feihua…” Qingyue helped Feihua up again and tidied her clothes.
"Huh?!" Even the usually refined Xianming was startled by Feihua's appearance. "Feihua? How... has she changed?"
Qingyue smiled as she tidied Feihua's hair. "Feihua has always been taken care of by Yao'er. Whatever Yao'er eats, Feihua eats too, so she's gained some weight!"
“I’ve taken good care of Feihua! Now she knows how to care about people! She just asked me how I was doing!” Su Yuyao said proudly.
Xianming looked at the still-childish Su Yuyao and smiled...
"Xianming, wait here for a moment, I'll go make something to eat..." Qingyue said, wiping her eyes.
"Sister, let me help you!" Xianming walked behind Langzhi, bent down to pick up a handful of firewood, turned back to look at Qingyue, and said with a smile, "Sister, let me add some firewood for you!"
Qingyue looked at Xianming with surprise, as if she saw that clumsy, weak little figure from before...
“Okay…” Qingyue replied with immense happiness…
Su Yuyao tilted her head and looked at Qingyue, who was wiping away tears while rolling out noodles, and then at Xianming, who was sitting next to Qingyue and adding firewood to the stove. She couldn't understand how exciting and moving it was that the thousands of years of rift between the siblings had been bridged at this moment! She was just puzzled as to why they were so distant despite being siblings.
"Waaah...waaah..."
"Huh? Who's crying?" Su Yuyao looked in the direction of the sound and was surprised to find Feihua squatting at the kitchen door, sobbing.
"Feihua?" Su Yuyao gently helped Feihua up. "Why are you crying?"
Fei Hua didn't answer, but just watched as Qing Yue and Xian Ming cried more and more sadly, and finally sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
"Yao'er! Don't fight with Feihua!" Qingyue shouted.
"I didn't!" Su Yuyao pulled Feihua up and asked, "Feihua, why are you crying?!"
Feihua shook her head and continued to cry.
"Don't cry! Her Majesty will scold me again!" Su Yuyao coaxed softly. "How about we go out and play?"
Feihua shook her head while crying.
"How about we go see Bai Mi Gao? Uncle Mi and Aunt Mi have been arrested, I wonder how Bai Mi Gao is doing!"
Feihua still shook her head.
"Feihua, what do you want to do? I'll go with you..."
Feihua continued to shake her head.
Su Yuyao tried her best to say nice things, but Feihua wouldn't listen. Su Yuyao, who was already weak, became even weaker because of Feihua's antics.
Langzhi looked at Feihua with annoyance, but she didn't want to interfere. That Feihua! She just wouldn't stop!
"Feihua, do you want Xuanfeng to coax you?" Su Yuyao was a little angry, and she pulled Feihua's arm and scolded her weakly, "Don't think I can't see through your little tricks. You're just looking for an opportunity to make a scene so that none of us can do anything about it, so that Xuanfeng will have to coax you!"
"Hmm..." Feihua stopped crying and began to think seriously, "No..."
“I think so!” Su Yuyao said, tugging at Feihua. “Xuanfeng didn’t come to see me these past few days while I was sick, but did he come to see you?”
Feihua calmed down, thought carefully, and said, "No..."
Su Yuyao wiped away Feihua's tears and said, "Think about it again. I was sick, and Xuanfeng didn't come back to see me. How could he possibly come back to comfort you just because you're crying?"
"Hmm..." Fei Hua frowned, somewhat puzzled.
Su Yuyao glanced at Feihua, who was sitting on the ground deep in thought, and winked at Fangchun.
Fangchun quickly stepped forward and helped Feihua, who had finally calmed down, back to her room.
Looking at the weak Su Yuyao, Langzhi said with heartache, "Daughter, are you tired?"
Su Yuyao blinked and nodded, saying sweetly, "Grandpa... I want you to hold You..."
"No problem!" Lang Zhi quickly dusted off his clothes, stretched out his palm and released a net to wrap Su Yuyao up and hang it in front of his chest.
"Hehe..." Su Yuyao leaned against Lang Zhi's chest like a little silkworm, "Quickly! Quickly!"
"Hey!" Lang Zhi supported Su Yuyao's shoulder with one hand and gently patted Su Yuyao's back with the other, swaying his body slowly.
Although Su Yuyao has grown up, she still looks as small as a baby in Langzhi's arms.
She swung her legs, tilted her head back, and looked up at Langzhi, whose face was full of vicissitudes but radiated a doting smile. The wilderness in her heart that had once been burned by fire began to sprout anew.
"You just spoil her!" Qingyue put the noodles into the pot, came out, glanced at Langzhi who was grinning foolishly, and then stroked Su Yuyao's face. "Yao'er, if you're tired, take a nap. Your Majesty will make you noodles!"
Su Yuyao pursed her lips, "Then I want to eat meat soup noodles!"
Qingyue smiled and said, "I'll make you meat noodle soup when we have meat!"
"Okay!" Su Yuyao tilted her head back and said to Lang Zhi, "Let's play again!"
Xianming leaned against the kitchen doorway, looking at Langzhi, Qingyue, and Su Yuyao, and a strange feeling of family happiness welled up inside her!
Although he didn't feel any special closeness to Su Yuyao, he couldn't help but smile when he saw how adorable Su Yuyao was being pampered by Qing Yue.
"Sister, why do you and Lord Langzhi dote on Su Yuyao so much?" Xianming asked while adding firewood.
"Ah... this..." Qingyue was a little embarrassed, "Back then... Langzhi and I... had a... child..."
"Huh?!" Xianming looked at Qingyue in surprise. "Sister?! You and Langzhi already...had a child back then?"
"Ah..." Qingyue continued working, her head lowered and her face flushed, "It just wasn't born..."
"It wasn't... born..."
Xianming looked at Qingyue and suddenly remembered that when he was released from the Heavenly Prison by the Goddess Yimu, Qingyue's body was extremely weak. At the time, he only thought it was due to heartbreak. Could it be...?
"Why...why didn't you tell me?" Xianming asked, her voice choked with emotion.
Qingyue smiled with relief and said, "You were injured and in a bad mood at the time. Telling you would only have added to your troubles for no reason, so why bother..."
“Sister…” Xianming slowly knelt at Qingyue’s feet, tears welling in her eyes, and said, “It was my fault… I was so ignorant…”
Qingyue's eyes instantly welled up with tears. "Xianming! Get up quickly..."
"Sister, then... Su Yuyao is...?"
"Yao'er is my child with Langzhi. I don't know how many lifetimes she has been through to find us..."
Xianming looked at the courtyard in shock. Su Yuyao, who was making outrageous demands in Langzhi's arms, was actually her sister's... child?!
"Yao'er! Come down here! Time to eat noodles!" Qingyue called out, scooping noodles from the pot. "Let Grandpa Langzhi rest for a bit!"
"Grandpa! Are you tired?" Su Yuyao asked, tilting her head up.
Langzhi gently pinched Su Yuyao's little nose and said tenderly, "Not tired at all!"
"Your Highness! Grandpa isn't tired at all! I don't want to get down..." Su Yuyao pouted.
"Yao'er, be good! If you don't come down, how can you eat noodles if you just stick your head out?" Qingyue walked out of the kitchen, stroked Su Yuyao's face, and coaxed her gently.
"Your Majesty, feed me!" Su Yuyao said with a grin.
Qingyue tapped Su Yuyao's head. "Don't be disrespectful! Get down now!"
“Okay…” Su Yuyao answered reluctantly.
"Tuan Yue! What's wrong with feeding her just once?!" Lang Zhi couldn't bear to see Su Yuyao disappointed, so he shouted.
Qingyue did not respond, but slowly raised her eyes and glared at Langzhi.
"Grandpa! Put me down quickly!" Su Yuyao said hastily, sensing the danger.
Seeing Qingyue's gaze, Langzhi quickly put Su Yuyao down, cleared her throat nervously, and said, "She's such a big child! Still want to be fed?! Go eat by yourself!"
Su Yuyao quickly and obediently sat down on the stone bench.
Qingyue then looked away, saw Su'e and Bai'er had set out the meal, and called out, "Fangchun! Bring Feihua out! Dinner's ready!"
Xianming wasn't used to this kind of crowded and chaotic life, so she stood at the kitchen doorway, silently observing... Su Yuyao.
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