We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 403: Beautiful, and What a Coincidence
“Daughter, daughter.”
At the Minister of Rites’ residence, Yan Zhen walked briskly through the wide-open courtyard gate.
Yan Ruxue, who was reading in the courtyard, lifted her head and smiled, “What happened today, Father, to make you so happy?”
“Ha ha ha, today is definitely a day to be happy.”
Yan Zhen sat down on a stone stool and poured himself a cup of tea.
“Daughter, you don’t know, but these past days, the Ministry of Rites has been frantically busy with His Majesty’s wedding ceremony matters. Your father has been reviewing all kinds of ancient texts until my head was spinning. Fortunately, today it’s finally finished. His Majesty reviewed it and had no objections. Your father can finally breathe a sigh of relief.”
Yan Zhen said with a smile.
“However, the thing that surprised your father most was still our His Majesty.”
“Oh? What about His Majesty?” Yan Ruxue sat on a nearby stone stool and asked curiously.
“How should I put it?”
Yan Zhen stroked his chin.
“It’s just that, His Majesty’s every word and action, every move, carries a sense of calm composure, with the refined elegance of a scholar. However, when your father met His Majesty’s gaze, I felt an inexplicable nervousness in my heart.
That imperial majesty makes me tremble even now thinking about it but judging from his bearing, how could His Majesty be like the rumors in court suggest, ‘ignorant and incompetent,’ ‘foolish and incapable’? He truly has the air of a wise ruler.
In fact, on the way here, your father was thinking, if His Majesty could take power, would our Great Zhou perhaps…”
Speaking thus far, Yan Zhen realized he had misspoken and quickly waved his hand, “I’ve said too much, said too much. Daughter, you mustn’t take any of what your father said to heart. Just pretend you didn’t hear it.”
“Don’t worry, Father. Your daughter naturally understands.”
Yan Ruxue smiled.
“However, speaking of which, I heard from Mother that in earlier years, Father harbored great ambitions, wanting to order your family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world. How is it that now you frequently attend poetry gatherings, constantly touring with talented scholars, and when Uncle from the clan wanted Father to go to the Ministry of Personnel, Father even refused?”
“Daughter, you really know how to touch on sore spots.” Yan Zhen smiled helplessly. “At first, when your father first entered the court, I did indeed think that way, but the court now…”
“Alas.” Yan Zhen hesitated to speak further, finally shaking his head and sighing, “Forget it, forget it. Better not to speak of it, better not to speak of it.”
“Oh yes, daughter, I must give you this.”
Yan Zhen carefully took out the Spirit Snake jade pendant and handed it to his daughter.
“What is this?” Yan Ruxue took the jade pendant and held it in her palm.
“This jade pendant is a gift from His Majesty to you. Since this year is the year of the snake, it’s in the form of a spirit snake.” Yan Zhen said with a smile.
“Alright, your father will leave first. There’s still a banquet to attend.” Yan Zhen stood up and brushed his robe.
“Take care, Father. Please drink less.” Yan Ruxue bowed respectfully.
“I know, I know. Don’t tell your mother that your father went drinking, or else she’ll nag again.” Yan Zhen walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, looking extremely carefree.
After her father left, Yan Ruxue held up the jade pendant to the winter sun.
Under the warm sunlight, the gently swaying jade pendant emanated a rippling jade luster.
“Miss, this jade pendant is truly beautiful.” Xiao Chun stepped forward happily. This was the first gift His Majesty had given to their young mistress.
“It is beautiful.”
Yan Ruxue smiled slightly and gently flicked the small snake on the jade pendant.
“Beautiful and what a coincidence.”
After leaving the residence, Yan Zhen boarded his carriage and headed toward the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Leaning against the soft cushions in the carriage, Yan Zhen lowered his head, somewhat lost in thought.
Especially his daughter’s words from earlier kept echoing in his mind.
“Order one’s family, govern the state, bring peace to the world.”
Yan Zhen murmured softly.
After a long pause, Yan Zhen suddenly smiled.
“Forget it… forget it.”
After having lunch with the Empress Dowager, Xiao Mo left her bedchamber.
Xiao Mo didn’t immediately return to Yangxin Hall, but instead headed to the Dao Inquiry Platform to practice swordsmanship.
Because the wedding ceremony wasn’t that urgent, and Xiao Mo also felt he could take his time with the Book of a Hundred Lives, during this period, Xiao Mo spent more time on the way of the sword.
Xiao Mo was now at the twelfth layer of Qi Refinement and would soon cultivate to perfection.
When that time came, Xiao Mo could attempt Foundation Building.
What troubled Xiao Mo was, after he established his foundation, what should he do?
Current mortal emperors were not permitted to establish their foundation.
Although he had the Breath Concealing Formula and could hide his cultivation level, after establishing his foundation, when he practiced the sword, that Fairy Jiang would also be watching from the side. His spiritual power couldn’t deceive people.
Just as Xiao Mo was feeling troubled about this, a fragrant breeze swept past his nose.
When Xiao Mo reacted, a graceful figure had already appeared before him.
Immediately after, a sword light thrust toward Xiao Mo’s brow.
Xiao Mo instantly focused his mind and blocked with his sword.
The sword qi of both parties continuously rampaged across the Dao Inquiry Platform, except this woman’s sword qi was much purer than Xiao Mo’s.
After exchanging ten moves, the woman furrowed her brows, found a flaw in Xiao Mo’s defense, and deflected the longsword in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the longsword in the woman’s hand was already pointed at Xiao Mo’s neck.
“Thank you for the instruction, Fairy Jiang.” Xiao Mo conceded defeat.
“Hmph.” Jiang Qingyi coldly withdrew her longsword and turned her head, her tone carrying dissatisfaction, “The so-called way of the sword embodies two words: ‘sharp and fierce,’ emphasizing decisiveness and efficiency. What is wrong with Your Majesty today? Why does each move and stance carry a flavor of ‘lingering attachment’?”
Xiao Mo smiled and shook his head, finding an excuse, “I finally cultivated to the twelfth layer with great difficulty, but Foundation Building is inherently difficult. Moreover, I am still a mortal emperor. Recently, I’ve been pondering exactly how to break through this bottleneck.”
Jiang Qingyi rolled her eyes at Xiao Mo.
“I’ve said this before, Your Majesty only stepped onto the cultivation path a year ago, and I’ve only been instructing Your Majesty in swordsmanship for half a year. To already be at the twelfth layer of Qi Refinement is sufficient proof of Your Majesty’s talent.
However, since ancient Qin Kingdom, the fortunes of all emperors under heaven have been exhausted. Under the laws of heaven and earth, emperors find it difficult to break through into Foundation Building. This is not Your Majesty’s fault.
If Your Majesty truly wishes to achieve something on the cultivation path, only by following me to Ten Thousand Swords Sect would be the proper course of action.”
Xiao Mo politely declined, “Let’s talk about it when the time comes.”
“I truly don’t know what’s so good about this place?” Jiang Qingyi seemed to grow even more annoyed. “Your Majesty should think carefully. A sword immortal is far more free than an emperor.”
With those words, Jiang Qingyi lifted her longsword, leaped over the high wall, and left the Dao Inquiry Platform.
“Princess, you cannot go in. His Majesty is cultivating the Dao.”
“Princess, please don’t put this old slave in a difficult position.”
Just as Jiang Qingyi left, Wei Xun’s voice, nearly crying, rang out from outside the Dao Inquiry Platform gate.
Immediately after, a lively and cheerful shout came through.
“Brother Emperor… Mujiu has come to play with you. Brother Emperor!”
