Chapter 127
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Reluctant to Remarry
Xuan Long's back disappeared from view, and a silver-clad god appeared at Yan Yuan's side. The jade steps connected to the sky and, minus the clouds, were clearly out of sight, but Yan Yuan was still watching, and he asked the man beside him.
"What did he say?"
"He said that he was happy." Bei Chi told him using his voice transmission technique.
Yan Yuan did not say anything for a long time, and just when Bei Chi thought he would not speak again, Yan Yuan mumbled with a smile, "It is good if he is happy... It is good if he is happy."
"If he is happy... I will also be happy."
Isn't this the best ending?
Without warning, Yan Yuan spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and his body trembled slightly. He habitually covered his lips with the back of his hand and tried his best to suppress his cough, yet he simply could not control it.
Just like his love for Xuan Long and his hatred for himself, he could not control it.
Beads of blood fell in bunches onto the jade floor, Yan Yuan's hands were stained red from the blood dripping from his mouth, and even his pale eyebrows were splattered with spots of blood.
"Emperor!" Bei Chi held his faltering body.
The wound that spanned from his chest to his abdomen clearly split open in front of him, and large clouds of bright red seeped out in front of his white lapel. Yan Yuan felt both a great deal of pain and a great deal of pleasure.
When Xuan Long was pregnant, he was tortured by him in a prison cell with whips and his ten fingers squeezed... it must have been much more painful than his.
The more pain his body felt, the more pain Yan Yuan felt in his heart.
“It's nothing..." Relieved, Yan Yuan gently pushed away the divine soldier's support and walked forward vainly.
"He said he wants to see A'Zhi, I'll send A'Zhi to see him..."
"Emperor, let's go back to the palace." Bei Chi dodged and blocked in front of Yan Yuan, worried.
"On the 15th of next month, you will marry your new empress, and if the demons refuse to surrender their men by then, there will be a great battle between the gods and demons, you need to recuperate your health."
"Your injuries..."
Yan Yuan was confused when he heard that: "When did I say I was marrying a new empress?"
Bei Chi was silent for a short while: “Ye Ling Shenjun has been preparing for the big wedding recently."
Yan Yuan slowly raised his long eyebrows. After he returned from Nuwa's Realm, he handed over the six heavenly fruits to Ye Ling and fell into a coma, only waking up last night. No one had told him about this at all.
“Let’s go to the Temple of Clouds."
There were heavenly soldiers guarding the hall outside, Yan Yuan ordered them to stand down and went straight into the hall door.
Behind the white-gold desk, Ye Ling Shenjun was dressed in a light blue robe, his long, half-tied hair falling to the side in front of him, his left hand propped up on the corner of his forehead, and his right hand holding a cowhide book, which he was reading. He didn't know what he had seen, but his face was grave, and his two long eyebrows, similar to Yan Yuan's, were furrowed tightly.
Hearing the movement, Ye Ling Shenjun looked up at the visitor and dismissed the book in his hand: "... Yuan'er?"
"Why are you up?" His eyes moved down from Yan Yuan's pale face and met several large clusters of scarlet on his white clothes, his long eyebrows that had just been relaxed instantly wrinkled up, and he scolded, "Nonsense."
Ye Ling moved to Yan Yuan's body and lifted his hand to check his injury, but Yan Yuan clasped his thin wrist and his voice was extremely mute.
"Mother."
Ye Ling sensed that something was wrong and looked up at him.
"I have just dissolved the contract with A'Po."
Yan Yuan lowered his eyes, blocking out his emotions, but the sorrow that permeated his body was obvious. The two people who originally loved each other had to miss out on eternity because of a single life's mistake and the unforgiving nature of heaven. How could it not hurt...
Ye Ling was bewildered: "It was so quick."
"I set him free."
"I want to set myself free too."
"Mother, I will not marry a new empress, I cannot do it." Yan Yuan raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of reddened peach blossom eyes.
Ye Ling immediately understood where Yan Yuan was coming from.
He knew that Yan Yuan was already in enough pain, so he did not get angry about it and looked at the other man calmly.
"Before going to the mortal world to collect souls, we agreed that you would marry Immortal Monarch Zhiyu after bringing Xuan Long back."
This was indeed what Yan Yuan thought at first; as long as Xuan Long could come back, he would be willing to do whatever he was told to do. But when Xuan Long really appeared in front of him alive, he found that he had no way to go against his heart.
Even if he is now long unqualified to be with Xuan Long...
"I thought I could do it, but letting him go is the limit of what I can do... I can't afford to love anyone else."
"Mother, you love Father dearly, you understand me, don't you?"
"If Father were to be gone, would you make a contract with someone else?"
"Naturally not.” Ye Ling frowned. "How can you compare these two things?"
Yan Yuan was silent for a long time.
"In my opinion, they are the same."
"How can they be the same?" There was anger in Ye Ling's eyes, "Before you went to the mortal world to collect his soul, I looked at the sky at night to read your horoscope and fortune. The Purple Heavenly Star is getting dimmer and dimmer, it is a sign of the coming heavenly punishment. If you don't marry Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, how can you overcome the heavenly punishment?"
"You will die!"
Yan Yuan was unmoved and laughed quietly with his beautiful eyebrows downcast: "If that is really the will of Heaven... then let me fall here."
"I owe A'Po too much... the Heavenly Way should punish me, I am willing to suffer."
Ye Ling loved Yan Yuan since childhood, he took him around to play, getting along not like father and son, but like they were the same age, how could he spare to scold him? However, at this time, he could not hold back. Out of anger, he raised his hand and smacked him.
"Bastard!"
Yan Yuan's head was thrown back from the blow, and his overly white skin quickly flushed red, leaving clear fingerprints. He covered his lips and coughed twice, coughing up a lot of blood.
Ye Ling was furious with Yan Yuan for putting his life at risk, and only then did he remember that he was still seriously injured. The numbness in his palm tugged at his heart and weakened his energy.
“Yuan'er... Father did not do it on purpose."
He mumbled, his trembling fingers touching Yan Yuan's face, "Does it hurt badly... I'll ask the Healing Immortal to come."
Yan Yuan let Ye Ling touch it and smiled, "… I'm sorry."
"If anything does happen in the future, A'Zhi will trouble you and Father... If he wants to follow A'Po, ask A'Po to keep him with him."
"That is the child he fought so hard to give birth to, he must be very happy to be able to keep him by his side."
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Reluctant to Remarry
Xuan Long's back disappeared from view, and a silver-clad god appeared at Yan Yuan's side. The jade steps connected to the sky and, minus the clouds, were clearly out of sight, but Yan Yuan was still watching, and he asked the man beside him.
"What did he say?"
"He said that he was happy." Bei Chi told him using his voice transmission technique.
Yan Yuan did not say anything for a long time, and just when Bei Chi thought he would not speak again, Yan Yuan mumbled with a smile, "It is good if he is happy... It is good if he is happy."
"If he is happy... I will also be happy."
Isn't this the best ending?
Without warning, Yan Yuan spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and his body trembled slightly. He habitually covered his lips with the back of his hand and tried his best to suppress his cough, yet he simply could not control it.
Just like his love for Xuan Long and his hatred for himself, he could not control it.
Beads of blood fell in bunches onto the jade floor, Yan Yuan's hands were stained red from the blood dripping from his mouth, and even his pale eyebrows were splattered with spots of blood.
"Emperor!" Bei Chi held his faltering body.
The wound that spanned from his chest to his abdomen clearly split open in front of him, and large clouds of bright red seeped out in front of his white lapel. Yan Yuan felt both a great deal of pain and a great deal of pleasure.
When Xuan Long was pregnant, he was tortured by him in a prison cell with whips and his ten fingers squeezed... it must have been much more painful than his.
The more pain his body felt, the more pain Yan Yuan felt in his heart.
“It's nothing..." Relieved, Yan Yuan gently pushed away the divine soldier's support and walked forward vainly.
"He said he wants to see A'Zhi, I'll send A'Zhi to see him..."
"Emperor, let's go back to the palace." Bei Chi dodged and blocked in front of Yan Yuan, worried.
"On the 15th of next month, you will marry your new empress, and if the demons refuse to surrender their men by then, there will be a great battle between the gods and demons, you need to recuperate your health."
"Your injuries..."
Yan Yuan was confused when he heard that: "When did I say I was marrying a new empress?"
Bei Chi was silent for a short while: “Ye Ling Shenjun has been preparing for the big wedding recently."
Yan Yuan slowly raised his long eyebrows. After he returned from Nuwa's Realm, he handed over the six heavenly fruits to Ye Ling and fell into a coma, only waking up last night. No one had told him about this at all.
“Let’s go to the Temple of Clouds."
There were heavenly soldiers guarding the hall outside, Yan Yuan ordered them to stand down and went straight into the hall door.
Behind the white-gold desk, Ye Ling Shenjun was dressed in a light blue robe, his long, half-tied hair falling to the side in front of him, his left hand propped up on the corner of his forehead, and his right hand holding a cowhide book, which he was reading. He didn't know what he had seen, but his face was grave, and his two long eyebrows, similar to Yan Yuan's, were furrowed tightly.
Hearing the movement, Ye Ling Shenjun looked up at the visitor and dismissed the book in his hand: "... Yuan'er?"
"Why are you up?" His eyes moved down from Yan Yuan's pale face and met several large clusters of scarlet on his white clothes, his long eyebrows that had just been relaxed instantly wrinkled up, and he scolded, "Nonsense."
Ye Ling moved to Yan Yuan's body and lifted his hand to check his injury, but Yan Yuan clasped his thin wrist and his voice was extremely mute.
"Mother."
Ye Ling sensed that something was wrong and looked up at him.
"I have just dissolved the contract with A'Po."
Yan Yuan lowered his eyes, blocking out his emotions, but the sorrow that permeated his body was obvious. The two people who originally loved each other had to miss out on eternity because of a single life's mistake and the unforgiving nature of heaven. How could it not hurt...
Ye Ling was bewildered: "It was so quick."
"I set him free."
"I want to set myself free too."
"Mother, I will not marry a new empress, I cannot do it." Yan Yuan raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of reddened peach blossom eyes.
Ye Ling immediately understood where Yan Yuan was coming from.
He knew that Yan Yuan was already in enough pain, so he did not get angry about it and looked at the other man calmly.
"Before going to the mortal world to collect souls, we agreed that you would marry Immortal Monarch Zhiyu after bringing Xuan Long back."
This was indeed what Yan Yuan thought at first; as long as Xuan Long could come back, he would be willing to do whatever he was told to do. But when Xuan Long really appeared in front of him alive, he found that he had no way to go against his heart.
Even if he is now long unqualified to be with Xuan Long...
"I thought I could do it, but letting him go is the limit of what I can do... I can't afford to love anyone else."
"Mother, you love Father dearly, you understand me, don't you?"
"If Father were to be gone, would you make a contract with someone else?"
"Naturally not.” Ye Ling frowned. "How can you compare these two things?"
Yan Yuan was silent for a long time.
"In my opinion, they are the same."
"How can they be the same?" There was anger in Ye Ling's eyes, "Before you went to the mortal world to collect his soul, I looked at the sky at night to read your horoscope and fortune. The Purple Heavenly Star is getting dimmer and dimmer, it is a sign of the coming heavenly punishment. If you don't marry Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, how can you overcome the heavenly punishment?"
"You will die!"
Yan Yuan was unmoved and laughed quietly with his beautiful eyebrows downcast: "If that is really the will of Heaven... then let me fall here."
"I owe A'Po too much... the Heavenly Way should punish me, I am willing to suffer."
Ye Ling loved Yan Yuan since childhood, he took him around to play, getting along not like father and son, but like they were the same age, how could he spare to scold him? However, at this time, he could not hold back. Out of anger, he raised his hand and smacked him.
"Bastard!"
Yan Yuan's head was thrown back from the blow, and his overly white skin quickly flushed red, leaving clear fingerprints. He covered his lips and coughed twice, coughing up a lot of blood.
Ye Ling was furious with Yan Yuan for putting his life at risk, and only then did he remember that he was still seriously injured. The numbness in his palm tugged at his heart and weakened his energy.
“Yuan'er... Father did not do it on purpose."
He mumbled, his trembling fingers touching Yan Yuan's face, "Does it hurt badly... I'll ask the Healing Immortal to come."
Yan Yuan let Ye Ling touch it and smiled, "… I'm sorry."
"If anything does happen in the future, A'Zhi will trouble you and Father... If he wants to follow A'Po, ask A'Po to keep him with him."
"That is the child he fought so hard to give birth to, he must be very happy to be able to keep him by his side."
Reluctant to RemarryXuan Long's back disappeared from view, and a silver-clad god appeared at Yan Yuan's side. The jade steps connected to the sky and, minus the clouds, were clearly out of sight, but Yan Yuan was still watching, and he asked the man beside him."What did he say?""He said that he was happy." Bei Chi told him using his voice transmission technique.Yan Yuan did not say anything for a long time, and just when Bei Chi thought he would not speak again, Yan Yuan mumbled with a smile, "It is good if he is happy... It is good if he is happy.""If he is happy... I will also be happy."Isn't this the best ending?Without warning, Yan Yuan spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and his body trembled slightly. He habitually covered his lips with the back of his hand and tried his best to suppress his cough, yet he simply could not control it.Just like his love for Xuan Long and his hatred for himself, he could not control it.Beads of blood fell in bunches onto the jade floor, Yan Yuan's hands were stained red from the blood dripping from his mouth, and even his pale eyebrows were splattered with spots of blood."Emperor!" Bei Chi held his faltering body.The wound that spanned from his chest to his abdomen clearly split open in front of him, and large clouds of bright red seeped out in front of his white lapel. Yan Yuan felt both a great deal of pain and a great deal of pleasure.When Xuan Long was pregnant, he was tortured by him in a prison cell with whips and his ten fingers squeezed... it must have been much more painful than his.The more pain his body felt, the more pain Yan Yuan felt in his heart.It's nothing..." Relieved, Yan Yuan gently pushed away the divine soldier's support and walked forward vainly."He said he wants to see A'Zhi, I'll send A'Zhi to see him...""Emperor, let's go back to the palace." Bei Chi dodged and blocked in front of Yan Yuan, worried."On the 15th of next month, you will marry your new empress, and if the demons refuse to surrender their men by then, there will be a great battle between the gods and demons, you need to recuperate your health.""Your injuries..."Yan Yuan was confused when he heard that: "When did I say I was marrying a new empress?"Bei Chi was silent for a short while: Ye Ling Shenjun has been preparing for the big wedding recently."Yan Yuan slowly raised his long eyebrows. After he returned from Nuwa's Realm, he handed over the six heavenly fruits to Ye Ling and fell into a coma, only waking up last night. No one had told him about this at all.Let's go to the Temple of Clouds."There were heavenly soldiers guarding the hall outside, Yan Yuan ordered them to stand down and went straight into the hall door.Behind the white-gold desk, Ye Ling Shenjun was dressed in a light blue robe, his long, half-tied hair falling to the side in front of him, his left hand propped up on the corner of his forehead, and his right hand holding a cowhide book, which he was reading. He didn't know what he had seen, but his face was grave, and his two long eyebrows, similar to Yan Yuan's, were furrowed tightly.Hearing the movement, Ye Ling Shenjun looked up at the visitor and dismissed the book in his hand: "... Yuan'er?""Why are you up?" His eyes moved down from Yan Yuan's pale face and met several large clusters of scarlet on his white clothes, his long eyebrows that had just been relaxed instantly wrinkled up, and he scolded, "Nonsense."Ye Ling moved to Yan Yuan's body and lifted his hand to check his injury, but Yan Yuan clasped his thin wrist and his voice was extremely mute."Mother."Ye Ling sensed that something was wrong and looked up at him."I have just dissolved the contract with A'Po."Yan Yuan lowered his eyes, blocking out his emotions, but the sorrow that permeated his body was obvious. The two people who originally loved each other had to miss out on eternity because of a single life's mistake and the unforgiving nature of heaven. How could it not hurt...Ye Ling was bewildered: "It was so quick.""I set him free.""I want to set myself free too.""Mother, I will not marry a new empress, I cannot do it." Yan Yuan raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of reddened peach blossom eyes.Ye Ling immediately understood where Yan Yuan was coming from.He knew that Yan Yuan was already in enough pain, so he did not get angry about it and looked at the other man calmly."Before going to the mortal world to collect souls, we agreed that you would marry Immortal Monarch Zhiyu after bringing Xuan Long back."This was indeed what Yan Yuan thought at first; as long as Xuan Long could come back, he would be willing to do whatever he was told to do. But when Xuan Long really appeared in front of him alive, he found that he had no way to go against his heart.Even if he is now long unqualified to be with Xuan Long..."I thought I could do it, but letting him go is the limit of what I can do... I can't afford to love anyone else.""Mother, you love Father dearly, you understand me, don't you?""If Father were to be gone, would you make a contract with someone else?""Naturally not. Ye Ling frowned. "How can you compare these two things?"Yan Yuan was silent for a long time."In my opinion, they are the same.""How can they be the same?" There was anger in Ye Ling's eyes, "Before you went to the mortal world to collect his soul, I looked at the sky at night to read your horoscope and fortune. The Purple Heavenly Star is getting dimmer and dimmer, it is a sign of the coming heavenly punishment. If you don't marry Immortal Monarch Zhiyu, how can you overcome the heavenly punishment?""You will die!"Yan Yuan was unmoved and laughed quietly with his beautiful eyebrows downcast: "If that is really the will of Heaven... then let me fall here.""I owe A'Po too much... the Heavenly Way should punish me, I am willing to suffer."Ye Ling loved Yan Yuan since childhood, he took him around to play, getting along not like father and son, but like they were the same age, how could he spare to scold him? However, at this time, he could not hold back. Out of anger, he raised his hand and smacked him."Bastard!"Yan Yuan's head was thrown back from the blow, and his overly white skin quickly flushed red, leaving clear fingerprints. He covered his lips and coughed twice, coughing up a lot of blood.Ye Ling was furious with Yan Yuan for putting his life at risk, and only then did he remember that he was still seriously injured. The numbness in his palm tugged at his heart and weakened his energy.Yuan'er... Father did not do it on purpose."He mumbled, his trembling fingers touching Yan Yuan's face, "Does it hurt badly... I'll ask the Healing Immortal to come."Yan Yuan let Ye Ling touch it and smiled, " I'm sorry.""If anything does happen in the future, A'Zhi will trouble you and Father... If he wants to follow A'Po, ask A'Po to keep him with him.""That is the child he fought so hard to give birth to, he must be very happy to be able to keep him by his side."
