Finally, Ning Yao's gaze fell upon the handsome young man.
Shen Ci'an is now seventeen and already looks like an adult.
Two years was a period of trials for him, whether it was governing the country, managing people's livelihoods, or cultivating immortality.
Her aura grew colder, but her face became even more exquisite and beautiful.
The little baby he was holding gave him a sense of contrast.
The emperor's health is deteriorating day by day, and the crown prince is only one year old. The affairs of the court have long been handed over to Shen Ci'an.
Everyone knew that the emperor's time was coming to an end, but they all kept it to themselves.
The emperor's harem was clean, with only one empress, who gave birth to the crown prince.
Furthermore, with the Emperor Emeritus's decree in place, Shen Ci'an was regent, and the realm remained legitimate.
Now the people live in peace and contentment, free from disasters and frequent wars, and the officials are much more relaxed.
What they feared was that the crown prince was young, and Shen Ci'an had the air of an immortal being, as if he might ride the wind and return at any moment, which made them worry.
He's leaving. What will happen to the young prince? What will happen to the State of Chu?
Because of this, many important officials in the court had inquired about it indirectly.
In the end, Shen Ci'an personally promised that he would step down after the Crown Prince's wedding.
The Crown Prince's wedding is at least fifteen years away, which put the officials at ease.
When Ning Yao heard the news, she shook her head helplessly.
She knew that Shen Ce was a love-struck fool who would run away on a whim, leaving behind the vast state of Chu.
But Shen Ci'an, who also shares the Shen family bloodline, cannot let go.
He possesses a sense of responsibility and commitment that sets him apart from others.
Just like back then, he kept his promise, and nothing has changed over the years.
Ning Yao thought for a moment and replied to her father, "Let's wait a little longer. The Crown Prince is still too young."
Ning Wenyi understood her meaning perfectly.
My daughter is about to be taken advantage of!
"Alright, as long as you have your own plans, Dad supports you."
"Yaoyao, take good care of yourself, or we'll worry."
Ning Yao looked at her father on the other side of the communication stone.
The sound transmission stone has two functions: one is to make phone calls, and the other is to make video calls.
Ordinary cultivators can only make phone calls; only higher-level cultivators can initiate video calls.
For example, right now, she can see her father, who looks radiant and even younger.
Ning Wenyi, however, could not see himself.
Ning Yao smiled and said, "I remember. Father and Mother, please take good care of yourselves. I will come back when I have time."
After finishing the call, Ning Yao put away the communication stone and got up to walk into the courtyard.
Shen Ci'an was the first to spot her and walked over carrying the little prince.
The young prince reached out to Ning Yao for a hug.
Ning Yao skillfully took him in her arms, and the little prince nestled in her embrace, laughing incessantly: "Auntie... Auntie..."
Ning Yao asked helplessly, "What did you teach him this time?"
Shen Ci'an touched his nose and said shamelessly, "Is it wrong to call him Imperial Aunt? At the very least, he is the future Imperial Aunt. He is only one year old, so it's normal that he can't speak properly."
Ning Yao: I give up!
People outside probably don't know how shameless you are, right?
"Master!"
Fu Yanshu stood up and bowed to Ning Yao.
Ning Yao nodded: "Shu'er has been working hard lately. Go back today and tell your grandfather and parents that you will come to the mansion for a meal tomorrow."
Fu Yanshu shook his head seriously: "It's not my place to inform you. Your parents have been waiting for this for a long time."
Since Lin Qingyu's family also settled in the capital, the three families agreed to have a small gathering on the first day of each month.
The three families took turns coming.
Tomorrow is the first day of the lunar new year again, and it's Prince Duan's turn.
Shen Ci'an raised an eyebrow: "They're certainly enthusiastic!"
Fu Yanshu raised his serious little face, glanced at Shen Ci'an, and blurted out, "Senior brother is absolutely right."
Shen Ci'an's face darkened, and he wished he could pick up Fu Yanshu and beat him up.
"Hahaha……"
"Haha...that's hilarious..."
Zhao Xin quickly covered Lin Qingyu's mouth: "Husband, stop laughing!"
Didn't you see the prince's expression change?
Lin Qingyu's mouth was covered, but his son's was not.
The little boy Zhao Hongyang frowned and asked in confusion, "Doesn't Uncle Prince like Aunt Yao Yao?"
"Aunt Yao Yao is also Yan Shu's master. If you call the young master Uncle or Senior Brother, then isn't he a generation younger than Aunt Yao Yao?"
It's such a mess.
It was even more troublesome than the questions Father usually asks.
Fu Yanshu gave him a look that seemed to say, "Are you an idiot?": "Did Master teach me cultivation? Did he teach the young master cultivation?"
"I taught him."
"So, are we considered to be from the same school? Are we considered to be fellow disciples?"
"Strictly speaking, I should call Uncle Lin my senior brother."
Lin Qingyu, who was being called on, nodded quickly, indicating that what you said was all correct.
Anyway, it's not me who likes Ning Yao, so what if I'm a generation younger?
With the young prince being held by Ning Yao, Shen Ci'an had a moment to spare, so he strode over to Fu Yanshu.
He picked Fu Yanshu up with one hand, walked to the courtyard gate in a few steps, and 'threw' him out.
"You can go home early today and come back with your parents tomorrow."
Before Fu Yanshu could react, the courtyard gate slammed shut.
A sly glint flashed in Fu Yanshu's eyes.
"Senior brother is so slow, and he won't even let us say anything!"
"You stingy person!"
Brushing off imaginary dust from his clothes, Fu Yanshu turned and walked out.
Inside the courtyard, Lin Qingyu was still laughing heartily, showing no sign of being a court official.
Zhao Xin offered some persuasion, but the matter was dropped.
They knew Shen Ci'an wouldn't really be angry.
Ning Yao held the drowsy little prince in her arms and gently patted his back.
Looking at the handsome young man, who was exasperated by his disciple, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.
On the other hand, after Shen Ci'an threw Fu Yanshu out, he no longer seemed angry, making him seem even more childish.
Lin Qingyu and his wife jokingly teased Shen Ci'an.
Zhao Hongyang was still stuck in the same place, agonizing over his senior's question.
Shen Ci'an walked towards me with her back to the light and her eyes full of love.
A gentle breeze stirred, causing fluctuations in spiritual energy.
The sun was shining brightly, and the breeze was gentle.
Ning Yao felt that the rest of her life would be quite interesting.
(End of article)
"This book, 'The Tragic Cannon Fodder,' has come to an end."
This book is bad. It's not just the character development, but also the plot and the data—they're all terrible. I even took a six-month break from updating. Before that, the data plummeted, which really hit me hard. After I resumed updating, the plot collapsed, and it just spiraled out of control.
But after thinking about it, I'll write an ending anyway, an imperfect but fitting one.
The ending is somewhat open-ended. What will become of the main characters' and supporting characters' relationships? Will their path to immortality be smooth? Are there still immortals in the upper realm? What exactly happened? And what is the female lead's ultimate identity? It all depends on the reader's imagination!
In conclusion, I am very grateful to the readers who were willing to read this book, and even finish it. I welcome all comments, good or bad, but only for this book.
Happy New Year! Wishing everyone a prosperous and successful Year of the Dragon 2024! May you all make a fortune and have a prosperous year!
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