I Returned to the Immortal’s Youth — Chapter 5: Xie Ying I

Yan Qing was locked up in Lissome Palace on the main peak of Springturn Sect, waiting for the sect leader to emerge from the mountain the next day and give him his final sentence. 

According to the plot, it was during his sentencing that the people from Desireless Sect arrived, and declared his and Xie Ying’s marriage to everyone there. 

“......” He’d committed a sin.

Yan Qing resolved to leave that night, and not face this public humiliation. His relationship with Xie Ying was too complicated. If it were possible, he wanted to never see him in this lifetime.

When the cold moon was high in the sky, Yan Qing pushed open the window, and as expected, met the icy gaze of the guards watching over him. His father remembered his wrongs. Layers of guards patrolled outside Lissome Palace. Even a mosquito couldn’t dream of flying out. 

A row of flowering pear trees grew outside the palace, endless as snow. In the moonlight, they were pure and luminous. 

Yan Qing rested his hand on the windowsill, smiling at the guards. “Don’t worry, I’m just opening the window to let some air in.”

The guard said coldly, “Young Master, I’d advise you not to get any ideas.”

Yan Qing said at heart, if I got any ideas, not one of you could stop me. But he couldn’t speak. Once he revealed his identity in public, everyone in the upper realm would try to kill him. 

Yan Qing tapped his fingers on the sill, and suddenly gave a brilliant smile. “Ge, isn’t it boring just standing there? Why don’t we have a chat?”

The guard was unmoved. “Young Master, it’s late at night. You should go back and sleep.”

Yan Qing ignored him, and asked himself, “What year of the Chunhe period is this?”

The guard didn’t dare to offend him in the end. He pursed his lips and said, “It’s the hundredth year of the Chunhe period.” 

Yan Qing thought of something.

It was the hundredth year of the Chunhe period. It turned out he had already been dead for a century. After he was reborn, he had spent a whole night tossing about, chasing after the sagecloud mirror. Now that he had calmed down, he carefully reflected on the events before and after his last life.

Yan Qing smiled and said, “If it’s the hundredth year of the Chunhe period, then isn't the Bluecloud Conference about to start again?”

The Bluecloud Conference was a grand affair in the cultivation world. It was held once every century, and gathered all the cultivators in the realm together. Even the nine great sects would send their core disciples to participate. The conference had a Bluecloud ranking, and those who left their names on the ranking for a single day were known worldwide. 

And the topmost name on the ranking at the last conference was Xie Shiyi.

The guard gave him a bemused look, and reminded him, “You actually remember this? The siftrain flower the sect leader had cultivated for a hundred years was the gift he planned to offer to Desireless Sect at the Bluecloud Conference. Then you stole it.” 

Yan Qing: “......”

Yan Qing awkwardly and impolitely laughed a few times.

A pear flower drifted into Yan Qing’s sight. He blinked and changed the subject. “Say, will Xie Ying come to this Bluecloud Conference?” 

The guard was a little surprised. He hadn’t expected to hear the name “Xie Ying” emerge so lightly from Yan Qing’s mouth. After all, this name was like an unspoken legend in the cultivation world, as distant as the moon in the sky or the snow on a mountain, hard to reach by hand. 

The guard gave a vague answer. “He might attend. But in the first year of Chunhe, Venerable Duwei went into closed cultivation in Southmount Peak, and I don’t know whether he’s emerged or not.” 

Yan Qing was startled. “Xie Ying went into closed cultivation?”

The guard: “Yes.” 

Yan Qing was quite curious. “Why?”

The guard said, “How could someone like me guess the thoughts of Venerable Duwei?”

Yan Qing smiled lightly. “Give me some more details, and I’ll guess.” 

The guard: “......” Had this great young master had his brains blown away along with the Serene Prison? What nonsense was he saying? 

Yan Qing saw that he didn’t quite believe him, and spoke no further. Seeing the pear flowers dancing before him, he lost a little focus. He felt a bit thirsty, and said, “Do you have any pear-flower wine?”

The guard reminded him, “Young Master, you’re currently an imprisoned criminal.” His meaning was that he shouldn’t be too unbridled.

Yan Qing stroked his chin. “Criminals can’t have wine?”

The guard could no longer contain himself. “Young Master, you should leave.” 

Yan Qing smiled lazily. “Once I leave, it’ll be so boring. I won’t be able to fall asleep. Let’s keep on chatting and relieve the boredom.” 

The guard gave him an unpleasant face.

Yan Qing rolled the branch of pear flowers that had blown into his hand through his fingers, and said, “Let’s chat about Xie Ying.”

“......” The guard really wanted to tie up this ancestor and make him fall asleep and stop talking!

Was Xie Ying someone they could talk about?!  That was the top contestant on the Bluecloud ranking, whose name shook the realm. He was the eldest disciple of Desireless Sect, but he also had another identity that struck people with awe. He was the leader of the Cultivation Alliance. Xie Ying’s sword was named “Regretless.” Innumerable demonseeds had died beneath this blade in past years. Their blood could form rivers, and their bones could build cities.

The most terrible aspect was that when Xie Ying slayed demonseeds, he wouldn’t even use spiritual artifacts to evaluate whether they had phantasms in their sea of consciousness or not. Life and death were determined by his thoughts. No one knew whether he had wrongfully killed anyone, nor did anyone dare to ask. 

The guard said, “Young Master, I advise you to not be so unguarded with your words in the future.” 

Yan Qing was a little startled, then gave a low laugh. He swayed the pear branch in his hand and said languidly, “Just this, and it’s called being unguarded?”

The guard said icily, “Venerable Duwei isn’t someone people like us can talk about.”

Yan Qing scoffed. “As if there’s only a few people who talk about him. Could it be that you don’t know about his childhood in Cumbrant City?”

“.......”

Right now, the guard wished devoutly that Yan Qing were mute, and that he himself were deaf. He turned around, not wanting to heed this man who insisted on seeking death. 

Venerable Duwei’s childhood in Cumbrant City wasn’t a secret—but only those who were unafraid of death dared to discuss it. 

Xie Shiyi was once the legitimate son of one of Cumbrant City’s five great families, the Xie family. When he was young, he was a brilliantly talented noble son, who received the admiration of all. But all of this changed because of a beggar who came to their door. The beggar took out a token and grabbed Xie Shiyi’s identity, leaving his beautiful reputation on the floor with the dirt, and pushing him into an abyss. 

It turned out that the beggar was the true legitimate son of the Xie family, and Xie Shiyi was nothing more than the son of a lowly servant. Years ago, this malevolent servant had changed Xie Shiyi’s fate by replacing him with the legitimate son, and now, everything he had was stolen. 

When this news leaked out, the other four great families, who had been overcome by Xie Shiyi’s momentum all this time, began a wild round of retribution. 

They believed that his cultivation was all fostered by the Xie family, so they broke his bones and destroyed his meridians.

They closed him up in a secluded cell for forty-nine days, trying to drive him to madness.

They thought he was a thief, nothing more than a rat scurrying across the street, a boy who was born with an original sin that could never be washed away from the moment he was born. 

They thought that Xie Shiyi had enjoyed all those years of high regard for nothing, so he couldn’t get away without paying a price in return. No matter what they did to him, it was only what he deserved. 

The most popular news in the cultivation realm was the trial Xie Shiyi underwent at Regretless Cliff after he left his secluded cell. 

The beggar who had come to their door back then had passed away due to an old illness. 

The head of the Bai family was bursting with self-righteousness, honorable anger filling his chest. He said Xie Shiyi should pay for this with his life, since it was only right that the son should pay for his father’s crimes. 

There was a long path that led from the cell to Regretless Peak. All the people of Cumbrant City surrounded it, including the sons of noble families, as well as cultivators that had come from elsewhere. 

They discussed whether Xie Shiyi ought to die or not, everyone with a different opinion. 

This path had a beautiful name. It was called the Peachriver Path. 

Even now, Yan Qing remembered a few blurred scenes from that time. 

That day, a strong rain had come down. In the haziness of the mist, peach blossoms bloomed along the water with the coming of spring. Xie Shiyi wore shackles of black metal, his hair flowing like ink, and walked silently forward.

People surrounded the mountain path. They were all whispering in each other’s ears, their gazes at turns sympathetic, at turns scornful. Whichever it was, it seemed reasonable to them. 

They said, “I feel so bad for Xie Shiyi, he didn’t have a choice in all of this.”

They said, “Him, pitiful? Why don’t you feel worse for the young master who died?”

“His own father drove Master Xie’s son to death. The son should pay for the father’s sins. He isn’t innocent.”

They said, “But those are his father’s sins. Why make him bear them?”

“Oh, stop quarreling. They’re both poor things bending to the whims of fate.” 

Their gazes cut across the water and through the peach blossoms, landing on Xie Shiyi’s upright back. They seemed like they were about to burrow through his bones and into his soul as well, examining his sins from on high, and determining the rest of his life. 

Once the guard turned around, he felt his heart itch. He was afraid of discussing Xie Ying, but he couldn’t help his curiosity. Usually there was no one who dared to talk about this.

He turned back around. He opened the subject with a cold face: “What’s the point in talking about this now? Those evil people Venerable Duwei met in Cumbrant City when he was a child have already met their deaths at his hand. Cumbrant City is gone in a blaze as well now, and it’s become a ghost city.” 

Yan Qing scoffed at heart. That wasn’t true. The young master of the Bai family was still living happily today, and had even become the white moonlight of your Venerable Duwei.

Seeing that Yan Qing didn’t plan on talking, the guard’s heart itched even more unbearably. People were cheap. When Yan Qing seized upon the guard for chatting, he ignored him, but now that he wasn’t talking, the guard couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

The guard said loftily, “That year, during the trial at Regretless Peak, Venerable Duwei must have been filled with hate. Fortunately, he survived, and took his vengeance.” 

When Yan Qing heard this, he laughed for a long time. Once he had his fill, he said, “You feel like he was full of hate back then?”

The guard: “Of course he was. How could he not hate them? But fortunately, there were many cultivators who came from outside the city back then, and they had goodwill for him. They felt bad for everything he had experienced, and spoke up for him. They gave him a trace of comfort.” 

Yan Qing leaned against the window, laughing until his stomach hurt. “Comfort? You really think that’s what it was?”

The guard felt he was being mocked, and flew into a temper. “What are you laughing at?! Then you tell me what Venerable Duwei was thinking at the time.”

Yan Qing’s slender hands stroked the ice-cold branch of flowers. His lips curved, and he said slowly, “Him? He wanted an umbrella.” 

The guard was stunned. “An umbrella?”

Yan Qing pulled at the pear flowers and nodded. “Yeah, he wanted an umbrella. At the time, his cultivation was gone, his meridians were broken and he was covered in wounds. He had stayed for a long time in the cell of seclusion, and there were problems with his vision and hearing. The rain falling on him caused him discomfort, and he couldn’t bear the harsh light. What he needed most was an umbrella. Is that so strange?”

The guard: “You’re playing with me, right?”

Yan Qing: “What would I tease you for?”

The guard gritted his teeth. “How could Venerable Duwei have been thinking of that?”

“But that’s really what he was thinking.” Yan Qing’s smile disappeared. “And back then, there was no difference between goodwill and malice to Xie Shiyi.” 

What he felt most was weariness. 

After all, Xie Shiyi’s true sin was pride.

***

In the end, at the trial at Regretless Cliff, there was a cultivator from the upper realm who happened to pass by. He felt bad for Xie Shiyi, and gave the five great families some benefits, saving his life. 

The distant mountains were as cold as jade, and the rain came down like smoke.

Xie Shiyi stood before his leaking woodshed, listening to the head elder’s exhortations. At heart, he thought he needed an umbrella. 

The head elder said softly, “Don’t feel hatred for the family head. If you have to blame something, blame fate for toying with people. It’s expected for him to hate you. Now you have an ordinary man’s body, so if you see him, just avoid him.” 

Xie Shiyi nodded. “Yes.” He thought that there was a bamboo grove behind the mountain. Perhaps he could use it to shield himself from the rain. 

The managing elder sighed. He looked at the pale youth before him, and said gently, “Shiyi, I trust that you understand. Once your wounds heal, you should leave Cumbrant City.” 

Xie Shiyi smiled for a moment, and took the bundle the elder gave him. He cast his eyes down and said, “Thank you.” 

The managing elder took his two disciples with him and left. 

One of them, a girl, kept looking back at him, her eyes full of pity. 

The other one, a boy, had an expression full of contempt. He pulled at her clothes and said, “Let’s go, what are you looking at?”

The female disciple said in a small voice that nevertheless traveled through the curtain of rain, “Don’t you feel bad for Xie-shixiong?”

The male disciple asked in return, “Don’t you feel bad for the young sect master who died?”

The female disciple bit her lip. “But what does that have to do with Xie-shixiong? Why does he have to go through this?”

The male disciple rolled his eyes. “The son pays for his father’s sins—that’s a matter of course. If he sinned, then his sin is having such a father.”

The female disciple wanted to say more, but the managing elder before them turned his head, his cold eyes holding a warning. The two disciples shut up.

Xie Shiyi held his clothes, listening to those words he had heard time and time again with a calm face. He turned, and before he could take more than a few steps, he held onto the door frame, dry-heaving soundlessly. He hadn’t eaten for a long time, so he couldn’t throw up much. But the nausea rolling through his organs wouldn’t leave him.  

His throat was on fire. He closed his eyes, and face after face floated before him, full of pity for his plight or delight in his destruction.

They said he was guilty, or they said he was innocent, fighting over this without rest.

Xie Shiyi’s face was pale as paper. The corner of his mouth jerked in scorn, and he lifted his hand to wipe away the blood that leaked from his lips. 

He stood up, and heard a familiar sound from the mountains and sea.

It was clear and bright, yet carried a languid tone. “What are you planning to do now?”

Xie Shiyi only dropped his pretenses now. He showed a trace of frailty and weariness, and said softly, “I don’t know.” 

***

Afterwards, they made an umbrella out of bamboo, and left for the continent of Saintrest. 

***

It may have been that his emotions were unstable after being reborn, but when Yan Qing returned to his room and lay in bed at night, he dreamed of matters having to do with Xie Shiyi. 

Other people said that Xie Shiyi was a dove taking over the magpie’s nest, and was born into wealth, but that was false. The Xie family head was dissolute by nature, and he took concubines without having an official wife. He had too many children to count, and had no affection for his heir. 

Everything Xie Shiyi had, he had fought for, step by step, in the snake pit that was the Xie household. 

At the beginning, they had lived all year in a broken-down hut that leaked with rain.

When he was seven, Xie Shiyi had learned to ride a sword, without a teacher to guide him. He relied on his own clumsy methods, jumping off the roof with a sword under him. It was a good thing cultivators were tough-skinned, or who knows how many times he would have died. 

An accident happened in which Xie Shiyi, falling off the roof, hit his eye on a rock. He didn’t go blind, but he had to spend a long time recovering, his eyes covered by black cloth, unable to see a thing. 

Ascension Pavilion was recruiting new members in a month, and required that they know how to ride a sword. Under this time limit, Xie Shiyi could only make up for his disability with his firm will, blindly groping his way up a ladder each day to the roof, accumulating not a few wounds in this clumsy manner. 

Yan Qing watched this coldly, not wanting to take care of him at all. At the time, the two of them were annoyed with each other—two equally-proud boys stuck in one body had no way to get along harmoniously. 

But if Xie Shiyi suffered a severe injury and fell unconscious, Yan Qing would have to bear all of his pain. That kind of pain was like someone was crushing his body and shattering his bones. Every time, it made him swear at everything around him. 

After several rounds of this pain, Yan QIng could no longer bear it. He irritably said, “Xie Shiyi, stop.”

Xie Shiyi completely ignored him.

Yan Qing took a deep breath and said, “Xie Shiyi, take a left turn toward the east.” 

Xie Shiyi paused slightly in his steps, but still ignored him. 

Yan Qing blew up. “There’s a dead tree below the place you’re walking to. If you want to die, find an easier method, okay?!”

Xie Shiyi’s voice was ice-cold. “What does that have to do with you?”

Yan Qing was colder yet. “If it wasn’t for the fact that if you die, my soul will be scattered too, do you think I’d care about you?”

Xie Shiyi: “Then you don’t have to care.”

Yan Qing: “Get lost!”

To Xie Shiyi, Yan Qing was a stray ghost that wanted to possess his body. Every sentence he said annoyed him.

To Yan Qing, Xie Shiyi was a demon who spent every moment looking for death and getting hurt, taking him down with him. He wished he could tear him apart.

Ever since he was a child, Xie Shiyi had been unafraid of death, like a madman. Quite a few times, Yan Qing had forcibly taken control of his body out of the fear of death, and quickly lost control of it again. In the process of fighting over control, their body was covered in wounds, and neither side benefited. After coming full circle, their hatred for each other only grew deeper.

Xie Shiyi was justified in hating him, but transmigrating into his body was an unexpected disaster for Yan Qing as well. 

He had completely lost his memories at the time, and was just as much of a child in intelligence as Xie Shiyi. How could he have any reason? In any case, he didn’t want to die!

“Xie Shiyi, let’s talk.” 

Yan Qing did his best to suppress his anger and said calmly.

The summer night sky was distant and clear, the Milky Way filled with glittering stars. His voice seemed especially clear in the quiet surroundings.

Yan Qing said coolly, “Ascension Pavilion’s selection process is about to begin. You’re spending twice the effort for half the results. There’s no way you’re going to learn how to ride a sword like this.” 

Xie Shiyi stood silently in the black night, his spine both fragile and unbending.

“I know you hate me.” When he said this, Yan Qing added with a sneer, “That’s normal. In any case, I don’t like you either. But right now, it won’t do me any good if you die. You can trust me.” 

Yan Qing took a deep breath before he could continue to speak. “I can see. Xie Shiyi, I’ll guide you.” 

Yan Qing had used up a lifetime’s supply of good temper to finish saying these words. He had an unpleasant face on, unwilling to say more. 

Xie Shiyi stood on the unstable fragments of the roof tiles, a black length of gauze covering his eyes, his face pale, and his fingers locked tightly into fists. His hands were covered in blue and purple bruises, and there were places where blood had dried into scabs. When the wind blew, he felt pain all over his body.

It was quiet on the roof. This was the most secluded place in the Xie household. No one would come by for half a month at a time.

They didn’t know how long they were silent for. 

This boy covered in spikes spoke, his voice scattering faintly into the wind.

“Tell me which way to go.” 

This was the first time he and Xie Shiyi reconciled, when he was seven years old and practicing with his sword on the roof. 

When he recalled it now, his deepest impression was of the vines that grew on the roof. 

Vine grew after vine, their stems intertwining into a jade-green wave cresting into the sky. 

The next day, Yan Qing rose early, in a bad mood from his dream last night. 

He reached up and rubbed his temple, laughing at himself. He and Xie Shiyi really shouldn’t meet. 

Dawn had just broken. The east was still a mild fish-belly white. 

Yan Qing tied his robe, put up his hair, and swept up the fan on the table. He opened the window. The pear blossoms were falling like snow. The guard was snoring under the pear tree, holding his blade. When they had chatted last night, Yan Qing had given this man sleeping medicine under the cover of the pear-flower fragrance. The medicine had dispersed into the air. The people defending Lissome Palace had probably fallen over as well.

Yan Qing had never intended on following the plot. The demon god wasn’t clinging to him in this life. The heavens were high and the seas were wide; he was free to go anywhere in the four seas.

The bat was hanging from the eaves outside his chamber, drooling as he slept sweetly. He only groggily awoke after Yan Qing swatted him with his fan. 

He was dazed for a moment after he awoke, and then furious. He spit out wildly, “Damn it! What kind of curse did you use on me?! Why was I dragged over here to look for you out of nowhere?! Let me go, do you hear me?! Let me go! Or nothing good will happen to you!”

Yan Qing stuck a silencing talisman on him. 

The bat: “......” He spat out more words in his heart.

Yan Qing smiled slightly. “If you’re going to stay by my side, shut up.”

The bat” : “......” He wildly spat out more words in his heart. 

Yan Qing’s blue robes swept past the dew-laden fragrant grass as he made his way down the mountain.

After two hours, the bat’s silencing curse dissolved. He clung to Yan Qing’s shoulder with his claws, asking, “You’re leaving?”

Yan Qing: “Yeah.” 

The bat was pleased. “That’s great, I’ve been tired of this shabby Springturn Sect for ages now. I’ll bring you to the place I lived before, so you can see the wider world.” 

Yan Qing said, “Where did you live before?”

The bat puffed up his chest. “Have you heard of the Saintrest continent? It’s one of the three continents of the upper realm! The nine great sects are situated in the Southluster continent, the three great noble families are in the Violetaurum continent, and my home is in Saintrest continent!” 

Yan Qing sneered. “Isn't the Saintrest continent the place connecting the human realm and the upper realm? The passage there is unrestricted, and anyone can come and go, whether they’re human or ghoul.” 

The bat thought it over and insisted on retrieving his dignity. “But I have a cave mansion in the Saintrest continent.” 

Yan Qing: “In times like these, any hole dug into a mountain can be called a cave mansion?”

The bat: “...What the hell do you know?!”

Yan Qing ignored the bat, who was hopping with rage. He walked on the path with clouds of dawn drifting above it, looking at layer upon layer of jade-green mountains.

The bat: “What are you planning to do?”

Yan Qing: “I’ll figure it out as I go.” 

The bat: “Are you going to the demonic realm?”

Yan Qing: “No, forget that.” He was sick of that place. 

The bat huffed. “I knew you were a coward.” He flapped his wings a few times and suddenly suggested something. “Why don’t we go to the Bluevain Sea?!”

The Bluevain Sea lay at the end of the nine realms. It was broad and boundless, and it was covered by a thick mist all year round that no spell could disperse. Over thousands of years, no one had been able to travel past the Bluevain Sea and see what was on the other side.

When Yan Qing heard this, his steps paused. 

The bat grew excited. “What do you think? You’re thinking about it, aren’t you! It’d be great if we saw the mist on the sea too!”

Yan Qing didn’t speak, but a smile of unclear meaning flowed from his lips. He said slowly with a languid tone, “The Bluevain Sea?” 

The bat: “That’s right, that’s right. Could it be that you’ve long since wanted to go?”

Yan Qing shook his head. “No, I just thought of someone who’s going to die there.” 

The bat pursed his lips. “There’s plenty of people who die in the Bluevain Sea every year.” 

Yan Qing: “Yeah.” 

He hadn’t seen the ending of Ardent Phantasm, because back then, he’d only read this book in order to find out the reason for his cousin’s lack of interest in studying. Once he read of Xie Shiyi’s death, he put down the book. 

In the book, Xie Shiyi died in the Bluevain Sea.

He had been infatuated all his life, and even his death was at the hands of his beloved. 

He destroyed his desireless path of cultivation for Bai Xiaoxiao, shattered the shadeglass heart, betrayed his sect and left in a desperate plight.

In the end, what he received was Bai Xiaoxiao’s tear-laden blade.

Bai Xiaoxiao’s tears fell like rain. He said, “You can hate me, Xie Ying. From the beginning, I got close to you with a motive. Everything you gave me was because I was using you.” 

Bai Xiaoxiao said while crying, “You saved me so many times, and you helped me so much. But you killed my parents. Xie Ying, I have no choice but to take my revenge.” 

The author of Ardent Phantasm wasn’t called melodramatic and sadistic for nothing. Yan Qing had skimmed through the novel at the time, and as a reader who couldn’t sink into the novel, his point of view was very rational. No one deserved sympathy. 

And when he remembered this plot now, Yan Qing crushed a flower with his fingertips, lifting the corner of his mouth in a sneer.

Xie Shiyi, even you have a day like this? 

His expression scared the bat. “What’s wrong with you? If you don’t want to go, then we won’t go. Why do you look so terrifying?”

Yan Qing: “Have you ever drunk congee?”

The bat: “What are you asking that for?”

Yan Qing: “I want to drink congee.” 

In the book, a single bowl of congee had planted the seed of love. Was Xie Shiyi really such a sensitive and love-starved boy? According to logic, he’d starved and frozen with Xie Shiyi for decades, so no matter what, he deserved to be called his father.

The theme of Ardent Phantasm was salvation. The main character shou was the white moonlight of countless people. If he hadn’t had his prior understanding, Yan Qing wouldn’t have further explored the logic of this. But because he understood Xie Shiyi, the more he thought about it, the more off it felt. 

Perhaps feeling off was only secondary. The main thing was that he didn’t want Xie Shiyi to come to such an end.

He didn’t want the crowd to betray him and those close to him to desert him again. 

He didn’t want him to fall into the dust again. 

He didn’t want him to walk that long Peachriver Path again. 

The desolate wind blew past Yan Qing’s fingertips. 

Yan Qing turned at the mountain gate. “Let’s return.” 

The bat: “???” The bat flapped its wings, at a complete loss. “How come you’re backing out? What are we returning for?”

Yan Qing: “We’re returning to watch the show.” 

The bat: “Ah? What show are we watching? Whose show is it?”

Yan Qing swept his sleeves into the air, his robes flowing like clouds. “We’re watching my future husband’s show.” 

***

cela’s notes

This really wasn’t easy… ╥﹏╥ This was twice the length of a normal chapter. I understand why other translators break chapters into parts, but I myself will never do so. Why? I just don’t like the way it looks on the NovelUpdates page, lol. And as a reader, I hate clicking “next” more than I have to.

Fun news is that I felt suicidal earlier this week! But hey, I’ll stop translating over my dead body. If this novel stops updating, you can find me in hell, lol. Anyway, I feel much better now. 

Weekly updates will be starting now, with releases every Wednesday. I’ll keep that promise.

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