"Holy shit, I’m being doxxed!"
When Feng Changli calmly recited Yino’s Year, Month, and Day of his exact birth ti, his face turned pale. It felt like he was having the ti of his life in a ga, only to be suddenly doxxed by an NPC.
Seriously, man...
According to the rules of the Liuli Illusion Realm, isn’t Yino currently replacing the historical identity of Jing Chen?
Why can Changli, an illusion generated by the Liuli Illusion Realm, see through the rules of the illusion itself?
What’s even weirder is, even if Changli had the power to break the illusion’s laws, how did she know Yino?
Could it be that a hundred years ago, Changli already knew that a baby nad He Yino would one day be born in the Grand Tutor’s Mansion?
Wait...
Wasn’t Xinyao called the Heaven’s Eye of the National Advisor by the Divine Abyss Gate’s Crown Prince?
Holy shit, it’s all connecting.
The more Yino thought, the more terrifying it seed. He felt that Yuebai’s interpretation of destiny was becoming more and more credible.
That’s right. If all the fates, all the opportunities, all the geniuses in this world... were all planned by an organization called the Heaven-Defying Pavilion, arranged like string puppets by invisible hands, then it wouldn’t be strange for Changli, as the National Advisor of the Dragon Dynasty, to grasp the nation’s destiny for the next hundred years.
But... if that’s true, what does that make Yino’s origin mystery?
Don’t tell even his status as a transmigrator was orchestrated by Changli?
"You look like your whole worldview has been shattered, don’t you?"
Under the round moon, the crimson-gowned beauty gently pursed her lips. Her tone was slightly teasing, but her relaxed, smiling eyes made Yino feel no malice.
This inexplicable sense of intimacy actually strengthened Yino’s belief in a hidden relationship between him and Changli.
Look... Xinyao is from the Spirit Kite race, and she calls herself Yino’s auntie. As for Yino’s birth mother, her whereabouts are unknown in the original ga, rumored to be a powerful figure from the Phoenix Clan.
Now that he thought about it, Xinyao is Changli’s subordinate, and Changli is a Vermilion Bird of the Phoenix Clan, as well as the top authority who practically holds all the power in the Great Dragon Dynasty.
So, theoretically, even if Changli isn’t Yino’s actual mother, she must be related to him sohow, right?
"Hmm... Troubleso guys are coming again. It’s about to get noisy."
As the atmosphere stiffened, Changli glanced at the lights behind her, then casually crossed her arms and spoke.
"Why don’t I take you sowhere else to sit down, have a drink, and chat?"
Her sudden politeness, though still cold, was completely different from the aloof and unapproachable image she had when dealing with the protagonist in the ga. It made Yino, who was used to being pressured by the National Advisor in his past life, feel genuinely flattered to be treated so gently.
"Okay... but, where are we going?" Yino asked cautiously.
As his voice fell, Changli just smiled, then extended a hand tattooed with a vermilion bird spirit pattern, to Yino.
Her fingers were slender, well-proportioned, and elegant. The simple act of uncurling them was like a red lotus blooming, and the beauty of that hand alone captivated Yino.
"Take it."
Seeing Yino frozen, Changli had to suppress the urge to smile, and said him again with more tolerance.
But even so, Yino still didn’t dare.
This was the National Advisor’s hand. She was not only Empress Nina’s master, but a person respected by even the old Dragon Emperor...
? Hold Changli’s hand?
The more Yino thought, the more nervous he beca. Even the hand he extended was trembling slightly.
He tentatively touched his fingertips to her palm, glanced up to check her expression, and only then did he grow bolder, trying to slide his five fingers into the gaps between hers.
Changli watched every subtle change in Yino’s expression, her eyes narrowing in amusent.
Perhaps sensing ti was short, she didn’t say more. She simply grabbed Yino’s hand and pulled him to her side. However...
In doing so, Changli suddenly realized this "interlaced fingers" hand-holding was not what she intended.
So, as she pulled, she took the opportunity to break free and grabbed Yino’s wrist instead.
At the sa ti, before Yino could react, the vermilion bird tattoos covering Changli’s limbs burst into a brilliant golden-red halo.
SCREEE!
With an unprecedentedly powerful cry, Yino looked up to see a genetic crimson phoenix materializing around Changli, enveloping them both.
The next second, Yino felt the hand on his wrist tighten.
The vermilion bird cried out as the world blurred around Yino. Yet, strangely, he felt no G-force. In just six breaths, the phoenix illusion dissipated. Yino looked around and found himself in an elegant lakeside pavilion in the rear garden of the Dragon Palace.
This small lake, filled with pink and white lotuses, and the pavilion built in its center... Yino had so mory of it from his past life.
A hundred years later, this was the place where Changli and Nina most often t.
As a player, Yino had naturally co here for certain quests. Changli would already be sitting in the pavilion, and he would just swim over, walk up to her, and press ’F’ to start the dialogue.
"You don’t seem unfamiliar with this place."
After the teleport, Changli had already let go of his wrist. She took two steps back to create distance, then teased him as she pulled out a chair and sat in her usual spot.
Seeing this, Yino also habitually pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.
Splash.
Changli picked up the teapot and poured Yino a cup of hot tea.
What Yino found amazing was that when he sat down, the teapot wasn’t steaming, but the tea she poured was, just like in the ga, always piping hot.
"Surprising, isn’t it?"
After pouring, Changli steepled her fingers on the table, observing the small expressions on Yino’s face with a faint smile.
"From your reaction, this isn’t your first ti in this pavilion."
"This confirms two of my suspicions."
"First, you truly do not belong to this tiline, because I have no mory of ever inviting you here for tea."
"Second, since you’ve been here, it ans that on so tiline a hundred years from now, you have already gained my initial trust. However, from the way you look at , you don’t seem to trust very much... you even seem a little afraid of ."
"It seems..."
"On your tiline, my image is much stricter and colder, not smiling at you like I am now, hm?"
Changli offered another round of analysis, all of it spot on.
But across the table, Yino was silent, goosebumps rising on his skin. He sat more rigidly than ever, hands on his knees. If there wasn’t a chair under him, he’d probably be kneeling.
"I don’t know what happened on your tiline, but in this world, at least, I quite like you."
"So... next, I have a few questions for you."
"And you don’t need to be such a stranger. If you have any questions, I’m happy to answer them, assuming I’m allowed to, of course."
After sitting in the pavilion, Yino felt a sense of calm. The only sound in the tranquil environnt was the beauty’s gentle voice.
Yino was silent for a long ti before he finally couldn’t help but ask, "Lady National Advisor, can I ask a... sowhat private question?"
"Mm, go ahead." Changli raised the cup to her lips, blew on it gently, then lowered her gaze with a confident smile.
She sipped the tea with elegant grace.
But in the next second, Yino dropped the bombshell...
"I want to know, are you my mother?"
Changli: ?
"Cough! Cough, cough....!"
The tea went down the wrong pipe, and the crimson-gowned beauty’s face flushed red.
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