Chapter 157 How many reincarnations do you have?
Inside the palace, beaded curtains hung low, and bright lamps gleamed.
Han Wei, dressed in a white gauze robe, smiled at the man standing opposite her. The man still wore a mask, his long silver hair shimmering like a shimmering galaxy under the lamplight. She looked at him and said, "Aren't you going to take off your mask? Do you intend to cultivate with me while wearing this mask?"
The Heavenly Emperor gave her a cold look. Han Wei smiled radiantly. The Heavenly Emperor stretched out his slender hand, removed his mask, and revealed an incomparably handsome face.
Han Wei gazed at his face; his long face bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Lu Qingheng and an eight-tenths resemblance to Gu Qi. Standing before him, looking at his face, she suddenly reached out and embraced him: "Husband."
Han Wei called out in a coquettish tone, tightly hugging the man's waist and burying her face in his chest. She greedily inhaled his scent, holding him tightly as if he would disappear if she let go.
"I am not your husband."
"Master."
She called out softly again.
"I am not your master either."
“You are.” Han Wei looked up into his eyes.
Springtime was in full bloom in this palace.
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In the peach blossom grove, a cute calico cat is chasing butterflies.
Suddenly, two figures descended from the sky. One was a handsome young man with red hair, and the other was a pretty girl with her hair styled in two buns. Both the boy and girl looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old. Their arrival startled all the butterflies.
"Your Highness Yu Ling, you still have the mind to chase butterflies?" Hongye said.
The cute kitten jumped onto the rock, looked at him, and asked, "Why aren't you in the mood?"
"That little girl Han Wei won against His Majesty! She actually wants to cultivate with His Majesty! My God! She's so bold! His Majesty, His Majesty actually agreed!" Wei Ruo'er said, still finding it hard to believe. Everyone knew that His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor was always indifferent to women. Even if this was a reincarnation, it was still unbelievable that he agreed to cultivate with Han Wei.
Hongye and Wei Ruoer both felt that there was something between the Heavenly Emperor and Han Wei that they didn't know about, so they came to find Ling'er.
Ling'er was a life form created by the Heavenly Emperor using his own flesh and blood and a wisp of his soul. In a sense, he was an independent avatar of the Heavenly Emperor. This was also why the Heavenly Emperor trusted Ling'er the most; what could be more worthy of his trust than himself?
Prince Yu Ling must know about His Majesty's affairs.
"So what if we cultivate together? It's no big deal." Ling'er yawned. He had long since realized that His Majesty still harbored feelings for that little girl.
Hongye and Wei Ruoer exchanged a glance, realizing something was definitely amiss.
"Who exactly is Han Wei? Does she know His Majesty?" Wei Ruoer asked.
Ling'er said lazily, "How would I know?"
“How could you not know?” Hongye said. “Don’t you follow His Majesty around all day?”
Ling'er flicked her cat tail: "I don't know, I don't know. If you want to know, go ask His Majesty. I still need to chase butterflies, so don't bother me here. Go cool off somewhere else."
Ling'er arched her back, yawned again, jumped onto the peach tree, and then disappeared in a flash.
Hongye and Wei Ruoer looked at each other in bewilderment.
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Forty-nine days later.
Inside the palace, the light gauze curtains fluttered in the breeze. A man with silver hair and golden eyes sat before a screen, dressed in black with the collar slightly open and the belt loosely tied at the waist, his silver hair cascading down his back. His handsome face was as cold as if sculpted from ice and snow, and his jewel-like golden eyes gazed out the window.
The view outside the window seemed to be a secret realm, where all sorts of exotic flowers bloomed, waterfalls flowed, and pearls and jade shattered.
On the bed, Han Wei slowly sat up. The blanket slipped off, revealing her naked and perfect body. With her movement, her long, black hair flowed like water over her snow-white shoulders and fell in front of her full breasts. The half-covered and half-revealed look made her even more alluring to men.
The man glanced at her, his expression still indifferent, as if he wasn't the one who had taken her time and time again.
Seeing that he glanced at her and then looked away, Han Wei gave a disgruntled snort.
Men are all bastards after all; do they forget about each other once they've pulled up their pants?
Han Wei stepped off the bed, surrounded by spiritual light. A snow-white gauze robe enveloped her perfect body, and she let her long, black hair fall loose. She walked to the Heavenly Emperor's side and sat down beside him.
She gazed at his handsome profile, as cold as ice and snow. He stared outside, seemingly unwilling to speak to her. He remained silent, and so did Han Wei.
Although Han Wei felt guilty, seeing his cold attitude made her resentful. She had already used all her charm to please him in bed, what more did he want?
Do you really expect her to atone with her death?
After sitting in silence for a long time, Han Wei finally couldn't help but speak. She looked at the man and asked, "Is this body also your reincarnation?"
Her gaze shifted from his face to his slightly open chest, her cheeks flushing slightly. This body's vital energy was truly potent, helping her skip directly from the mid-stage and late-stage Mahayana realms, reaching the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending realm.
Her third uncle had told her that he was either a Celestial King or a Celestial Emperor. If he were the primordial yang of a Celestial King or Celestial Emperor, her small body wouldn't be able to withstand it; she'd probably explode. Han Wei wasn't sure about the man's cultivation level either, but it couldn't possibly be his true form.
Her third uncle had also told her that gods cannot directly enter ordinary realms of varying sizes because they are too powerful; even their avatars are subject to the constraints of the Heavenly Dao. Many gods use their reincarnated bodies as vessels for divine descent, so Han Wei deduced that the man's body was such a vessel for reincarnation.
He was reincarnated 460,000 years ago, or perhaps even longer ago, when he was Bai Li, the master of the Chess Saint Palace.
The Heavenly Emperor was astonished by Han Wei's keen insight, but he did not answer.
"Why aren't you speaking? What is your name? I've heard that primordial gods and ancient gods like to reincarnate and undergo tribulations. How many times have you reincarnated? Do you have any other incarnations?"
Han Wei bombarded him with questions, but the Heavenly Emperor barely paid any attention. Dissatisfied, Han Wei sat closer, tugged at his arm, and said in a coquettish tone, "Can't you at least answer me?"
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