They say that only in front of the closest people can you reveal the most helpless vulnerability inside.
He was no longer the lonely child he once was; he had grown up into an adult with his own responsibilities and duties.
He could not reveal his fragility in front of anyone.
But in this world, there’s always soone who, with just a glance, can cause his strength to crumble.
The silk thread in Liu Muye’s hand slipped and fell onto the table bathed in moonlight, soundless, leaving only a trace of shadow on the ground.
She stood up in a daze.
Her ageless beauty was illuminated by the moonlight in an instant.
She walked to Lu Yuan, as if in disbelief, or as if the heart she had been holding finally settled; her expression was complicated and ever-changing, and slowly, a glimr of water appeared in her eyes.
"Ah..."
She wanted to call his na.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, she found her throat seed to be forcefully choked, hurting so much she couldn’t make a sound.
Goddess is emotionless.
But she had a mortal heart.
She had her own child, and from then on, she began a lifeti of concern.
Liu Muye raised her hand to caress Lu Yuan’s face, the little guy who used to act cute and whine in her arms had grown into a tall and strong man.
Yet the stubbornness and grievances in his eyes were exactly as she rembered.
He was her little Ayuan.
Her little Ayuan had returned to her side.
She lowered her head to hold his hands, stroking the calluses that ford from martial arts at the base of his thumbs, choking back tears, and asked, "Which hand hurts?"
Lu Yuan softly said, "They both hurt."
Liu Muye’s eyes reddened, struggling to hold back the urge to cry: "Grandmother will take a look for little Ayuan."
"Hmm."
Lu Yuan was led by her, sitting on a small stool by the window, just like when he was a child.
Only now, he was no longer small, and his grandmother, once seen as an omnipotent goddess in his eyes, now reached just under his chin.
He saw the frost in her hair, the marks ti had carved on her face.
She remained calm, elegant, filled with divinity.
But she had grown old, and would no longer chase him heedlessly over hills, or lift him with one hand.
Liu Muye gently brushed her hand over Lu Yuan’s palms repeatedly, as if trying to erase all the pain he had endured.
Her forehead lightly touched Lu Yuan’s.
I’m sorry, Ayuan, I’m sorry.
Grandmother didn’t protect you well.
Lu Yuan cleared his throat: "Actually, it doesn’t hurt anymore, I was teasing you."
Liu Muye looked at him steadily: "You’re just like you were when you were little."
Lu Yuan smiled: "Grandmother is just the sa as before, hasn’t changed a bit, still so beautiful."
Liu Muye broke into a smile through her tears: "Flattering as always, hurry up and tell Grandmother how you’ve been living all these years."
As she spoke, she took Lu Yuan’s pulse, her expression froze.
"Your cold ailnt..."
Outside in the courtyard.
A group of people got off the carriage.
Liu Feng’er led a few inside first, arranging for her husband and son to help with the luggage.
The Miao King walked around the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
Yu Zichuan: "You’ve been back and forth forty-nine tis, just now you missed a step."
The Miao King glanced at him: "So what if I missed one? What do you care?"
Yu Zichuan, unable to out-argue the Miao King, silently walked behind him and filled in that step with his own foot.
Only then did he feel relieved.
Liu Qingyun wisely chose not to disturb her mother and Lu Yuan’s reunion mont, lest her mother hit her too.
After all, throughout her life, she got beaten up quite often.
It’s quite annoying to think about; every ti there was trouble, she would drag along that pesky boy, yet her mother never punished him, just saying "I don’t know your son, but I do know you."
Where’s the trust between mother and daughter?
Thinking of this, Liu Qingyun decided to sneak the Treasure Piggy back inside, not letting her mother know!
Hmph!
Liu Qingyun arranged rooms for the group to stay in.
Shang Changle and Ban Xia in one room.
Tan’er and Bai Yuwei in another.
Ji Li and Chen Long in yet another.
Chen Long: "I don’t want to stay with him."
Ji Li bristled: "I don’t want to stay with you either!"
Chen Long looked over at Yu Zichuan and Shang Wuyou, who were sharing a room: "One of you, switch with ."
"Him."
"Him."
Yu Zichuan and Shang Wuyou spoke in unison, pointing at each other.
Ji Li, who was disliked by all three: "...!!"
Ji Li was too noisy, and no one could stand him except for Si Snake.
Princess Wanping wasn’t in this discussion range, as she had her ways to keep the Prince Consort quiet.
It was at this mont that everyone realized just how stable Si Snake’s emotions were.
They had traveled with Ji Li for two months and were already driven nearly mad by Ji Li’s chatter.
Si Snake lived inseparably with Ji Li for so long and often got caught up in his bad luck, yet there was never a sign of Si Snake losing his temper.
He truly was a very patient snake.
"Um, Lord Ji Li, my house isn’t far, as you’ve seen. If you don’t mind, you could move in; we have plenty of empty rooms because there are few people."
The one speaking was Xu Shaoxuan, Liu Feng’er and Xu Yan’s son.
Everyone gave him a sympathetic look.
Young man, you have no idea about Ji Li’s bad luck.
Interestingly, though they traveled with Ji Li, nothing bad seed to have happened, as if his bad luck had suddenly disappeared.
Could it be that after the wedding with the princess, his life chart of misfortune was altered?
Chen Long discreetly glanced at ng Qianqian.
Only he knew it was his sister who suppressed Ji Li’s fate.
The village at Witch Mountain, though not as luxurious as the Governor Mansion, was also grand, nestled between mountains and waters, full of natural beauty, birds singing, and flowers blooming, which was a delight to the senses.
Once the others were settled, Liu Feng’er ca to find ng Qianqian.
ng Qianqian was pacing back and forth in the small garden, looking very hesitant.
Liu Feng’er asked, "Little Nine, why are you hiding here? Why not go inside?"
ng Qianqian smiled: "Just stretching my legs after being in the carriage for so long."
Heaven knows how scared she was to et Lu Yuan’s grandmother, feeling quite guilty.
Liu Feng’er said: "Aunt is looking for you."
ng Qianqian blinked: "Looking for ? Now?"
She had gobbled up her dear grandson, was it now the ti for accountability?
Liu Feng’er spoke gently: "She’s been looking for you for a while, go see her quickly."
ng Qianqian noticed that even Liu Qingyun wasn’t this nervous, but Grandmother could easily send even the Miao King packing, and she feared she might get a serious telling-off.
Lu Yuan said his mother used to get scolded often when she was young.
"Cousin, can I... go later?"
Liu Feng’er took ng Qianqian’s hand: "Let’s go."
ng Qianqian clung to the tree trunk.
I don’t want to—I don’t want to—
ng Qianqian was dragged to Liu Muye’s room.
"Aunt, I brought her."
Liu Feng’er set down ng Qianqian.
ng Qianqian was obedient, respectful, like a well-behaved little quail.
Liu Muye and Lu Yuan were sitting on chairs.
ng Qianqian only took a quick glance and was completely astonished.
She finally understood where Liu Qingyun’s beauty ca from.
If Liu Qingyun was a fairy descended to earth, then Liu Muye’s beauty was divine.
A beauty that lay not in her appearance but in her aura and divine nature.
ng Qianqian couldn’t take her eyes off her.
Lu Yuan gave a light cough: "Aren’t you going to greet Grandmother?"
ng Qianqian gave a junior’s salute: "Greetings to Grandmother."
Liu Muye softly said: "Co and sit."
ng Qianqian kept her gaze forward as she walked over to sit by Liu Muye’s side.
Liu Muye nodded in satisfaction: "About you and Ayuan, Ayuan has told everything; I didn’t expect you to do so much for him."
ng Qianqian didn’t know what Lu Yuan had said in front of his grandmother, so she modestly replied: "It’s the least I could do, the least."
Liu Muye held ng Qianqian’s hand: "Even accompanied him back to Miaojiang while pregnant."
ng Qianqian choked suddenly: "What pregnancy?"
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