“He’er!” At this moment, Wen Su and Xue Chuan walked into the room. Wen He’s last remarks fell into their ears completely. Wen Su’s face sank, and he sternly reprimanded his son, “What are you talking about?”
“Father.” Wen He seemed a little dissatisfied, but he turned at his father and didn’t retort.
Today was the closest distance the father and son had ever been in these fourteen years, and could even be said to be their only direct meeting after being separated.
The Emperor listened to Cheng Yuanjing’s last sentence, “May Your Majesty be blessed with healthy body and peaceful era,” which was the congratulatory message he sent for the longevity present this year. Now he said it again in person as a late congratulation for his imperial father. The Emperor was happy, but also felt sour. Especially when he heard his eldest son introduced himself as ‘Cheng Yuanjing.’
Fu Yunruo then checked the diapers. Seeing that Wenwen didn’t need a change, she then played with him for a while. Feeling that the child had been coaxed, Fu Yunruo got up and was about to resume her study. But the moment she walked away, the quiet baby Wenwen started to become fussy again.
“Ya, ya, aaahh!!” Woman, do not rely on your natural beauty to neglect the basic self-care. Even if the sun doesn’t tan your skin now, it won’t necessarily so in the future. Once the damage has been done, no amount of skincare product can restore it completely!
The baby sighed, her life was not easy. But in any case, since she was born in this world, she had to live this life fully.
Fortunately, she now could take a bath every day!
Although Father used a mysterious spell every day to clean her whole body, she always felt dirty without taking a real bath.
Huo Changyuan’s group bowed their heads in a formal salutation. Feeling the Emperor’s procession was getting nearer, they lowered their postures even more. When the Emperor walked in front of Cheng Yuanjing, Cheng Yujin sensed the Emperor’s footsteps paused for a while.
Cheng Yujin lowered her head and stared silently at the cracks on the ground, avoiding seeing the golden dragon embroidery patterns with open teeth and claws that were fluttering before her eyes. The attendant eunuchs had re-arranged the pavilion. All the things that belonged to Cheng or Huo family were removed and replaced with a set belonged to imperial yellow.
Meng Qi raised his lips, letting Wen He drag her forward. Sikong Xing quickly rushed over to keep up and gently pulled Meng Qi’s sleeve.
Xue Chuan and Wen Su were farther behind, looking at the three with a smile, like a kind elder who was watching their family’s talented children. A little helpless and a little proud.
Yao Jiuxiao’s white skin was blushing slightly, dispelling the perpetual coldness from his face. After living for more than one thousand years, he had always put on a proper distance with others, including teachers and friends, and had never been so close to anyone before.
How soft…this strange feeling seemed to envelop his whole body before spreading into his heart. Especially because the soft and smooth face was still so close to his face now…
Fu Yunruo stood in a place where she would not disturb Uncle Guo, staying quietly and watching the old man skillfully tended to the flowers.
Soon afterward, Fu Yunruo felt the baby on her back moved. She instantly remembered that she hadn’t fed her son since they arrived at the flower garden, so she said to Uncle Guo: “Uncle Guo, I’ll go to clean up Baobao.”
The Emperor suddenly appeared in the temple’s plum blossom garden, and everyone instantly became panicked and excited. Meeting the Holy One was the most honorable glory a subject could ever get. During the palace exam, the palace would even prepare a preventive heart medicine for older candidates, so that they wouldn’t pass out of excitement when finally seeing the Emperor.
Meng Qi was equally surprised. Seeing the two old men, who were old enough to be her father, greeted her so amiably, her attitude was also softened a lot. Meng Qi said politely, “This junior has indeed met Fellow Daoist Xue and Fellow Daoist Wen before. But this junior is inexperienced and can’t afford such praise.”
“Haha.” Wen Su glanced at Xue Chuan, who was smiling, and said gently, “Young Daoist Meng doesn’t need to be so humble. We watch Chengxuan grows up. Even though he has a good relationship with my son, he never praises others this much.” After a pause, he said again: “Young Daoist Meng is a medical cultivator. You come to Xingluo City this time should be for Medical Cultivator Conference. I wonder from which sect Young Daoist Meng is? Do you come here with your elders?”