Chapter 802 - Yuelan and Wujin (02)
Chapter 802: 802 - Yuelan and Wujin (02)
Wujin sat down at the table and dug in with unrestrained hunger, devouring the meal his beautiful wife had prepared for him.
The dishes still released fragrant steam that curled in lazy spirals through the air, but that did nothing to slow him down. He ate as if he hadn’t seen food in days.
"Take it easy, honey! The food isn’t going anywhere!" Yuelan said with a wide smile, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched him with fond amusement.
Wujin paused mid-bite, cheeks still bulging, and let out a hearty laugh before swallowing with visible effort. "It’s not my fault my wife’s cooking is so delicious!"
Yuelan just sighed, shaking her head slightly, as she had long grown accustomed to a scene that had played out between them countless times.
For a brief moment, a gentle, loving smile spread across her face, illuminating her delicate features with tenderness.
But the glow soon faded. Her full lips twisted into a bitter, forced curve, and a veil of sadness descended over her eyes.
Wujin’s expression grew as serious as hers, his chopsticks pausing in midair as he wondered what might have happened.
"Did your mother say something bad?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on hers.
"No..." She shook her head, her pink strands of hair falling across her face. "It’s just that... my bloodline is unstable again."
Wujin stopped eating entirely. The chopsticks slipped from his fingers and fell into the bowl with a soft clink, his eyes turning cold as steel.
"Mother said that it might be necessary for me to..." Her voice faltered, unable to finish the sentence.
"She’s wrong." Wujin stood up abruptly, the chair scraping across the floor with a sharp sound. "My mother, your mother, those damned elders. They’re all wrong. I’ll prove they’re all wrong, even if it costs me my life."
The tension on Yuelan’s face gradually eased, and she let out a soft, almost inaudible chuckle.
"I know you will, my love," she said with a gentle smile, rising from her seat with an almost feline grace.
Her gaze then shifted, and to Qingyi’s surprise, it fell directly upon him.
He instinctively slid to the side, but her eyes followed him, locked onto his position.
"So, little time traveler, how long are you going to just stand there admiring our love?" Her voice was light, laced with amusement.
Wujin seemed confused by her words for a moment, then focused his draconic vision on the air around them.
A moment later, he saw it too, his eyes widening.
Qingyi hesitated.
He had no access to his Qi, and his body was as weak as any mortal’s. There was no way to resist, even if he’d wanted to.
"Time traveler? Isn’t this a memory?" he asked.
Yuelan took on a pensive expression, gently stirring her Qi as she studied the world around her, her pink eyes shining with a golden glint.
The next moment, her expression filled with amusement, as if she’d just discovered a particularly good joke.
"Oh... this is a memory! Fufufu~" She spoke as though realizing this was nothing more than a memory were the most natural thing in the world, covering her mouth with her hand in an elegant gesture.
"Are you fragments of Yuelan and Wujin’s will? How can you have the ability to act even within a memory?" he asked, genuine curiosity coloring his voice.
"We are not fragments." She shook her head, pink hair rippling over her shoulders.
"When you’re powerful enough, such things cease to matter. Past, present... everything is both one and separate at the same time. It’s hard to control at first."
"Some lose their sanity by living in the past and the present at once; others learn to access the past only when necessary."
The amusement on her face gradually turned to pain, a shadow passing over her eyes.
"For you to be here, carrying my man’s bloodline, bad things must have happened, didn’t they?"
"Yes..." Qingyi nodded, lowering his eyes. "You died, and Wujin went mad. Fortunately, a group of women who loved him—but whose love was never reciprocated—managed to save your daughter and send her to a safe place."
"Hm... so they sacrificed themselves to preserve my husband’s lineage? Am I right?..." Yuelan closed her eyes for a moment before turning to Wujin.
"Have you no shame? Toying with the feelings of women who love you so much they’d die for you?" she asked, giving his arm a firm pinch.
"Hey, it was my future self who did that! And you wouldn’t let me take a second wife anyway," he said, rubbing the sore spot beneath his robes with a look of feigned indignation.
"Well... if she were willing to die for you, I would allow it," Yuelan said, turning her gentle smile toward Qingyi as the tenderness gradually returned to her features.
Honestly, Qingyi was confused.
He had just revealed that she would die and that Wujin would go mad because of it, yet the two of them were still joking about it as though it were nothing?
"Don’t overthink it, little one," Yuelan said with a smile, her face lighting up with excitement. "Our daughter is fine, isn’t she? Tell me, what’s her name?"
"Long Rou’er... she’s... adorable," he replied, an involuntary smile escaping his lips as he thought of her.
At his words, both of their smiles grew wider.
"Rou’er... our little Rou’er..." Wujin repeated, the name falling from his lips softly, almost like a prayer, as he gazed at his wife with pure love.
She simply smiled and then said, "I’ll give you two some space to talk."
Before Wujin could respond, Yuelan turned away, entering the mansion with light, graceful steps, her slender silhouette vanishing through the double doors.
Wujin looked up as a tremor spread through the area, the air around him starting to crack like thin glass.
"Our time is running out." He sighed heavily. "Did I cause many deaths?"
"Yes," Qingyi nodded without hesitation. "The entire celestial realm bled because of what the Heavenly Demon did to you."
"Heavenly Demon?"...
"A retainer of the fallen Primordial Demon Empress?..." Wujin sighed after searching for that name in his mind.
"Do you know her?" Qingyi asked, surprised.
"No... she fell many eras before I was born, but I’ve studied her," Wujin said, his eyes distant.
"Who killed me?" he asked, his voice calm, betraying no emotion.
"Your best friend in the Celestial Heaven, Long Tianjin," Qingyi replied.
Wujin didn’t recognize the name, but a melancholy smile still curved his lips. "Good... that makes me happy."
He took a step forward, the air shimmering around him. "Our time is up. I don’t know why you’re here, but I know exactly what I must do. Stay strong."