Yun Shayi brought Luo Tangtang back to the Immortal Sect.
The dust had settled, and everyone began to live for themselves.
That day, Luo Tangtang only remembered the weather was lovely. She had been muddle-headedly taken to Wuyang Mountain, or perhaps, one could say, Ethereal Peak.
Ethereal Peak was no longer the snow-covered, desolate mountain devoid of human presence that she remembered. Seeing the fusang trees blanketing the entire mountain, Luo Tangtang was stunned for a moment.
“Squeak.” A soft cry sounded. A glossy green, slender tendril emerged from a tree, followed by a pair of dark, glistening eyes—the Little Qilin.
Luo Tangtang froze and rubbed her eyes.
“Squeak.” Bai Panzi’s small hands tugged at the Little Qilin, pointing at it and laughing.
The Little Qilin somewhat arrogantly lifted its chin. But when it slanted a glance at Luo Tangtang, noticing the slightly bulging veins on her forehead and her violently trembling eyelashes, it suddenly faltered.
It jumped down and trotted over to Luo Tangtang, raising its head. “Next time, don’t you dare throw me away again.”
Luo Tangtang suddenly let out a soft laugh, though her voice held an irrepressible sob. “Okay,” she said, smiling.
Only then did the Little Qilin dart into Luo Tangtang’s arms like a little cannonball. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.”
Luo Tangtang stroked it. “It was me. I missed you.”
“Hmph.” The Little Qilin nodded, its expression clearly saying, Of course, it was.
“What’s this?” Luo Tangtang pointed to the… big red flower on it?
The Little Qilin’s gaze suddenly became shifty, and it looked a little shy. Only then did Luo Tangtang notice that Bai Panzi also had something similar on them.
She suddenly felt puzzled, yet her heart began to pound faster than usual, and even breathing seemed a little difficult.
Someone hugged her from behind, their voice soft. “We’re getting married. I will give myself to you, and I, your Senior Sister, will take you as my wife.”
Luo Tangtang lay in bed, her expression filled with frustration.
When Yun Shayi came in with a bowl of medicine, she was met with Luo Tangtang’s daggers-like glare.
“What’s wrong?” Yun Shayi asked, walking over.
“When will this thing finally be ready!” Luo Tangtang gritted her teeth, glaring at the object in her arms—a large, snow-white, jade-like… lotus root!
Why did I agree to do something so ridiculous?
Yun Shayi took a deep breath. “Be careful, don’t hurt the child.”
“I should just bury her in the dirt, or a fishpond, or a mud pit!”
Yun Shayi calmly adjusted the lotus root.
Veins throbbed on Luo Tangtang’s forehead. “It was clearly your idea! Why do I have to be the one holding her?”
Yun Shayi’s hand paused, her expression turning slightly serious. “If you hold her, the child will be happy.”
Luo Tangtang: “…”
On their wedding day, the Main God had sent a gift—a piece of lotus root. It was a special lotus root from the Divine Pond, capable of growing into a sentient being of flesh and blood.
So… Luo Tangtang looked down at the lotus root in her arms, and suddenly felt her teeth itch with irritation.
I’ll endure it, she thought. Just wait until this child is born!
Soon, the child was born. It was a baby girl.
Yun Shayi was overjoyed.
Yun Shan stepped forward, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he looked at the baby. “What a bright and lovely child.”
Luo Tangtang’s eyes reddened slightly. She nodded and handed the baby to Yun Shan.
Yun Shayi came forward and said, “Venerable One, if you like her, you can take the child to stay with you for a few days.”
“This… wouldn’t be appropriate, would it!” Yun Shan’s eyes lit up, though he feigned reluctance.
Yun Shayi smiled. “Why would it be inappropriate? Venerable One, you are Senior Sister’s master, like a father to her. It’s perfectly fine for the child to stay with you for a few days.”
Jiejie was the name Yun Shayi had chosen for their daughter.
Luo Tangtang watched as Yun Shayi skillfully used her words, coaxing Yun Shan until he was beaming with delight.
“That’s true enough,” Yun Shan nodded, then, holding little Jiejie, he practically ran off.
“You…” Luo Tangtang began, but Yun Shayi caught her mischievous hand at her waist. Luo Tangtang shot her an indignant glare.
Yun Shayi said innocently, “She was too much of a handful.”
“I want some time alone with just you.”
Luo Tangtang smiled. “You’re really something else.”
Helpless against her for this moment, helpless against her for a lifetime.
(The END)