The next morning, the sun filtered through the light curtain of the blue sky fairy terrace, scattered and cast on the bed of the dormitory quietly, adding a few touches of warmth to this quiet dormitory.
Yu Yao opened her eyes to see that Yemeng had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
"Yemeng, why did you get up so early?"
She yawned, sat up, and asked in a low voice. Her voice carried the laziness of someone who hadn't woken up yet.
Yemeng heard the sound and turned to look at her, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes back over her shoulder, and said softly, "I never used to sleep. It's only when I was with you that I developed the habit of sleeping."
Upon hearing this, she felt an inexplicable softness in her heart. She wrapped her arms around his waist and her head leaned against his chest. "Yi, let's have a child."
She originally intended to have a child after two thousand years of their great wedding. But the days of gods were too long, even with Yi Ming's company every day, she could not help but feel lonely.
Ordinary immortals and demons usually pass the time by cultivating, but she knew that she would eventually leave this realm, so she had no interest in cultivation.
As for going out to play, it's not possible to go out every day.
Yemeng feeling the warmth of the body, heard her words, slightly stunned, "to have a child?"
It is extremely difficult for immortals and demons to bear children, to the point that it can be said that their hope is slim. He had never had any excessive expectations for having descendants.
Yu Yao looked up at him, her eyes flashing with expectation, "Yes, having a child would add a bit of liveliness to this peaceful Blue Sky Fairy Terrace."
Yemeng looked at her yearning eyes, moved in his heart, gently stroking her hair, softly said: "Yao daughter, it is very difficult for immortals and demons to have offspring. This needs fate."
She smiled slightly, "It's okay, I was just talking about it. Whether it happens or not, I won't insist."
After a moment of warmth between the two, she got up from the bed, washed her face and took a pill of the Dragon-Phoenix Pill.
Thinking that this was the position of immortals and demons, a child 100,000 points, so she took another pill of Yunsizi Dan.
All this, Yemeng was not aware of.
In the Heavenly Realm, Cloud Depression Palace, misty clouds enshrouded it, as if time had frozen.
Chu Yuan God Monarch sat cross-legged in the secluded room, closed his eyes and focused, his face was cold and beautiful, surrounded by faint halo, as if a deity with no desire.
Only occasionally, a few sighs could be heard in the air from him, and there were no other sounds.
The silence was so profound that it could be heard his heartbeat, and the contrast with the bustling and noisy outside world was so vivid.
The walls embedded with night pearls radiated a gentle glow, yet it couldn't penetrate his inner solitude and self-reflection.
Since the day Yuji had shown him the scene of Wanruo's rebirth as a top performer in the Ten Thousand Flowers Courtesan House, initially, he was extremely angry and fiercely resented those who had mocked Wanruo.
As time slowly passed, the hate that once existed gradually faded away, leaving only endless worry and yearning.
It made him unable to sleep and focus on his cultivation.
Unable to contain the torment in his heart, Chu Yuan took out the Mirror of Gazing at the Sky to investigate Wanruo's path of reincarnation.
He knew that the scene would not be what he wanted to see, maybe he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't resist the urge to watch it.
As he infused his power, the peeping mirror suddenly expanded, slowly hovering in front of him, surrounded by misty clouds and misty smoke, radiating brilliant light.
Ripples spread across the mirror's surface, as if parting the clouds, and the image gradually became clear.
In the picture, Jiang Wanruo has already been reborn in her second life. In this life, she still lives in a bustling but dirty flower garden, known as Zhi Rou.
It was the flower of the largest brothel in Yangzhou city, Jin Feng Lou.
At this moment, she was wearing a thin shawl, her smiling face like a flower, and she was flirting and playing with a man whose age could be her father's.
That smile, which used to be the most gentle comfort in his heart, is now the sharpest knife piercing into his heart.
"Wanruo."
His eyes were red, his voice was suppressed with pain, anger and rage intertwined, his face was cold and gloomy.
The woman he had always wanted to raise to the position of a goddess, was now the most undignified and filthy woman in the world, and couldn't even be found similar to her former self.
Chu Yuan watched the scene in the Mirror of Gazing at the Sky, feeling a heartache that felt like glue.
His Wanruo, the woman once pure as a lotus flower, is now deeply entangled in this flower garden, mixing with those shameless people.
He tightly clenched his hands, the knuckles turning white.
He hates himself for being powerless, and for being weak. He knows he should have rushed down to save her, and then erased all the dirt.
But when he wanted to step out of this palace, he lacked the courage to do so.
He hesitated. In the end, it was his weakness, his selfishness; he didn't have the courage to sacrifice everything for Wanruo.
At this moment, the man who is old enough to be Jiang Wanruo's father roughly removed her thin shawl. She not only didn't get angry, but even smiled and cooperated, trying her best to please.
He saw Wanruo kneeling beside the man's feet, using every means to please him.
Chu Yuan saw the scene in the mirror, feeling a sharp pain in his chest as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.
He couldn't believe his eyes, that the once pure and delicate Wanruo was now fallen to this extent in a flower garden.
Chu Yuan painfully closed his eyes, when he reopened them, there was no longer any trace of emotion in his eyes, only indifference.
The current Wanruo was utterly alien to him.
He couldn't associate the woman in the flower garden, who was pandering and flatteasing, with the once pure and gentle Wanruo.
The gap in his heart was like a chasm, gradually cutting off his emotions and reason.
Chu Yuan got up and left the secluded room, wandering alone through this vast and desolate palace.
Once, Yu Ji was also here, and there were still traces of the aura she left. It was a unique fragrance, very light and shallow, but also very nice-smelling.
Chu Yuan's eyes were complicated, and his mind couldn't help but recall the little by little of his relationship with Yu Ji.
Since he had saved her from the mouth of the Jinnie beast back then, this woman had loved him without hesitation.
Then, she didn't care about her face, and pursued him relentlessly in all six realms.
He initially did not respond and did not pay attention, only feeling annoyed, like a fly, making him very annoyed.
Even later, when he went to the flower realm to marry her, it was for the divine vein within her, in order to be able to live with Wanruo forever.
Because of the inner hatred and unspoken purposes, no matter how Yu Ji tried to please him, he was indifferent and never touched her either.
Although they were married in name, there was never any real intimacy between them.
Whenever he saw her crying and shedding tears, he would look on indifferently. At that time, his heart and eyes were full of Wanruo.
But this silly woman was still treating him just as well as before, even thinking that it was because she wasn't good enough, that she didn't deserve his affection. She was convinced that one day she would melt his heart.
Chu Yuan felt even more scornful and looked down upon Yu Ji even more at that time.
Unconsciously, he walked to the bedroom, and when his gaze fell on the prayer rope hanging above the bed, he slightly paused.
He remembered that this was the prayer rope Yu Ji had woven for him, and then secretly hung in his bedroom.
He had wanted to throw it away at the time.
But Yu Ji was crying and begged, "husband, please don't throw it away. I made it myself and integrated the innate spirit of the ten thousand flowers in the flower world and half of my own power. It can ensure your safety and prosperity."
He felt scornful at the time. As a God Monarch, he was powerful and strong. Who in the six realms could hurt him?
Perhaps it was because he saw the sincerity in Yu Ji's eyes and felt the sorrow in her tears that, by some odd chance, he didn't throw it away and just let it hang there.
At this moment, Chu Yuan looked at the prayer rope quietly hanging above the bed, his heart was filled with a mix of five flavors and not quite palatable.
"Perhaps, I was really wrong."
He whispered softly, his voice echoing in the vast bedroom, carrying a hint of subtle bitterness and regret.
He had the best one right by his side, but he didn't know to cherish her, and instead hurt her so much.
Chu Yuan slowly extended his hand and gently touched the prayer rope, its texture felt like it was still warm from Yu Ji's touch.
His eyes were complicated, and the emotions swirling in his eyes were tumultuous. There was guilt, regret, and a touch of unspoken longing.
