SWDnovel Chapter 1247 - 373: Zhou, Please Save My Sister—She’s Fading Fast (6k)
Chapter 1247 - 373: Zhou, Please Save My Sister—She’s Fading Fast (6k)
"Shen Hanyi" raised her hand holding the feather duster and paused in mid-air, looking at the pair—one big, one small—before her, she ultimately sighed helplessly.The duster in her hand turned into specks of golden light and dissipated.
"Kneel down, all of you!" she commanded with a stern face.
"Zhou Qing" didn’t hesitate, kneeling down with a crisp "thud."
Lu Yaoyao also obediently knelt beside him, sneaking a tug at his sleeve.
"Shen Hanyi" glanced at the two kneeling upright, a hint of a smile flickered in her eyes, but she quickly steeled her face again: "Do you know your mistake?"
"We know!" the two chorused.
"Will you dare do it again next time?"
"We won’t dare!"
"Shen Hanyi" finally couldn’t hold her sternness, her lips slightly curved upward, softening the outline beneath her veil: "Stand up."
Lu Yaoyao cheered instantly, flipping up like a carp leaping out of water, and didn’t forget to lift the kneeling "Zhou Qing" along.
"Zhou Qing" rose reluctantly, immediately sidling up behind "Shen Hanyi" to skillfully massage her shoulders: "Calm down, calm down..."
Lu Yaoyao folded her hands behind her back, satisfied as she watched the "successful mediation" between the two, achievement written all over her face.
She let out a long breath, triumphantly heading towards the next "battlefield," but as soon as she approached and spoke a few words, the two suddenly turned against her—
"Smack!"
"Ouch!"
The feather duster and ruler landed simultaneously, striking her to flee clutching her head.
Directly delivering her a mixed doubles match of male and female.
Outside the door, Zhou Qing observed all of this quietly, initially amused, but as he watched, a sour feeling welled up inside him.
Clearly, all of this was Lu Yaoyao using the realm to self-direct and perform, and she enjoyed participating in it tirelessly.
He had already guessed seven to eight parts about the experiences she had before joining Taiqing Sect over these years.
At first, he only assumed it was because his appearance resembled her deceased brother, until she repeatedly noted him as [Good Old Father] in her entries.
Along with the various things they experienced together, including this entry into the realm through filial piety.
He truly realized how much cautious anticipation was buried within those three simple words.
Later, for her "old father’s" happiness, she tirelessly sought her match.
From Immortal Xuan You to Xuanyuan Muqian, then to the present Shen Hanyi...
At this point, he suddenly noticed that even in the imagined realm, every "Shen Hanyi" wore that signature veil.
"Can’t even imagine the face..." Zhou Qing shook his head, letting out a mild sigh.
She certainly lacked paternal and maternal love greatly.
Zhou Qing slowly turned and left, choosing not to disturb her, letting her immerse in her own world.
...
A day later, Zhou Qing quietly passed through the remnants of walls, softly landing in the courtyard of [Jintian Palace].
The moonlight was like water, delineating the contours of this abandoned palace particularly clearly.
He stood quietly for a moment, yet didn’t see the figure appear.
"Strange..." Zhou Qing frowned slightly, for he hadn’t deliberately hidden himself, given the other’s Spirit Severing Realm Divine Sense, they should have detected him immediately.
Had she been injured while being pursued by Xuanyuan Sha?
Afterwards, he followed the moss-covered stone steps inward, passing through several courtyards, yet still seeing no one.
Until stepping into the inner hall, Zhou Qing suddenly paused.
A pale purple Soul Power mark was slowly drifting down from the stone pillar, shimmering with a faint glow in the moonlight.
"You’ve arrived!" Sikong Yan’s voice came from within the mark, sounding somewhat weary.
Zhou Qing didn’t respond, just gazed at the drifting soul seal.
"I thought Nanny at least had a few more years..." His voice paused, seemingly sighing.
"But sometimes people are held up by a breath. Once their wishes are fulfilled, that breath disperses."
"I had thought, when this matter was over, to give her a proper end, but it’s now become a regret."
Sikong Yan’s voice was low, Zhou Qing could clearly sense his sadness.
This made Zhou Qing’s heart tremble.
He had only seen Nanny Su twice in total.
Once was when Gao Xianzhong brought eunuchs to clean, mentioning the taboo topic of the Crown Prince being returned as a skeleton.
Gao Xianzhong directly executed all the eunuchs he brought.
The other time was when Zhou Qing came to find Sikong Yan, she warmly served the meal.
"I plan to bring Nanny back to her roots, and observe mourning for three years." Sikong Yan’s voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying a tinge of desolation.
"She grumbled about this place half of her life..."
The soul power mark flickered, beginning to turn dim and bright.
"In the coming years, I won’t be in the Imperial City."
His voice hadn’t finished when the mark suddenly flickered intensely, Sikong Yan’s voice abruptly turned solemn: "Zhou Qing, a piece of friendly advice—"
"Imperial City is a treacherous place, if you can leave, then leave... the people here have ever been ones who eat you and don’t spit out the bones."
Subsequently, the mark "pop," dissolved into tiny specks of light, dispersing in the night sky.
Zhou Qing stood for a long time, finally letting out a soft sigh, turning and leaving.
...
Soon after, he once again flashed his figure, silently landing in the courtyard of [Qinghe Garden].
This abandoned palace garden remained in disarray, overgrown with weeds.
He’d just released his Divine Sense when his lips instinctively curled upward.
Passing through several dilapidated palaces, in the deepest still slightly intact major hall, a familiar figure was sitting cross-legged.
The White Crane was wearing an ordinary coarse cloth shirt, devoid of any royal airs.
His square national face was slightly rough-skinned.
However, the most striking were those bushy black eyebrows, appearing like two caterpillars on his forehead, adding a bit of humor to his otherwise honest and simple appearance.