The summer sun always rises exceptionally early; in just a short while, the courtyard outside the palace was already bathed in sunlight.
The reflection made the water in the lotus-filled pot shimmer, and the cicadas perched on the willow trunk let out their sixth chirp.
Helian Si finally couldn't wait any longer. With a pained expression on his face, he looked up at Yue'er with a pitiful expression and asked,
"Sister Yue'er, how much longer will Sisi have to wait?"
She's been here for almost half an hour now. Wouldn't it have been better if she'd waited half an hour to run off to find her baby?
The teacher is really a bad name, and a teacher who is not punctual is an even bigger bad name!
"This..." Yue'er's eyebrows furrowed. She was also puzzled. The teacher was a self-disciplined and courteous person...
I've never been so late before. Why am I suddenly so late today?
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Just as the two were feeling down, a deep, resonant voice, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, rang out from the entrance of Yongqing Palace.
Helian Si and Yue'er simultaneously looked towards the door, only to be stunned by what they saw.
The person standing at the door was not the sprightly, white-bearded scholar with white hair at the temples, as remembered by the original owner of this body.
Instead, it was a tall, elegant figure dressed in a silver-white silk robe, accompanied by a servant in green robes holding an umbrella.
The newcomer had distinct facial features, a straight nose, thin, slightly pursed lips, and waist-length black hair. What was most striking was probably the red dot between his eyebrows.
Like the finishing touch, like the grace of an immortal.
The only regrettable thing was that the person's eyes were covered by a piece of silver-white silk.
"Amazing! Young Master Jinghua!"
A soft gasp escaped Yue'er's lips, her face filled with undisguised excitement and astonishment, and even more so, exhilaration.
Who in the world doesn't know the brilliant young master of Bei Yin? He composed poems at the age of three, recited several classics at seven, and became famous for his writing at the age of ten. Now, at only fifteen, his talent and fame have already spread throughout the Yuan De Continent.
Yet this person, so exceptionally talented, was born with a congenital eye disease, and could only cover his eyes with silk during the day to block out the glaring light.
In response, people can only sigh and lament that heaven is jealous of talent.
After searching through the original owner's memories, Helian Si blinked rapidly. His delicate eyebrows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, and he was inwardly panicking.
The reason is simple: as the "mother" of this world, the incredibly powerful figure before her...
She doesn't know... doesn't know... doesn't know...
This is not scientific!
The original owner of this body was just cannon fodder, so it's understandable that she had no memory of Yue'er and Eunuch Xiao Quan. But someone like the person before her, whose talent was renowned throughout the entire Xuande Continent...
As her biological mother, how could she possibly not recognize her?!
Helian Si's first reaction was to ask Fo Lian what kind of trouble the Heavenly Dao was up to this time.
Unfortunately, because I gave it a disdainful look this morning, the Buddha Lotus still hasn't been turned on!
Watching that handsome, tall figure walk towards him step by step, Helian Si was filled with nothing but "mmp" (a vulgar expression) and didn't know where to begin.
However, as Helian Si was pondering, that handsome and tall figure had already arrived in front of him. The person was very tall.
If Helian Si didn't look up, he could only barely see her long, slender legs.
Helian Si's current mood is... very sad and he feels extremely frustrated, which came quite suddenly.
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