After rebirth, he became the favorite of the Moon Goddess.

Inside the deserted palace.

Fu Feng was still drinking with Qiye.

Just as he was about to finish the second pot of wine, he suddenly heard Zi Moxi's voice through telepathy, "Your Majesty, I have handed Wei Ziqing's magic root to Wei Wuhen."

Hearing this, Fu Feng's hand paused in mid-air. After a moment, he asked, "I'm curious, what was Wei Wuhen's reaction after hearing this?"

"He was very sad at first, but when he heard that it was Your Majesty who ordered the execution of Wei Ziqing, his expression immediately changed from sadness to fear." Zi Moxi said truthfully.

"Humph." Fu Feng sneered, "He asked for this. If he hadn't been so determined to deal with Qiye, Wei Ziqing wouldn't have lost his life so quickly."

Zi Moxi pursed her lips and pondered for a moment. She suddenly thought of something and said, "Your Majesty, I feel that Wei Wuhen will not just let this matter go."

"Yes, I know." Fu Feng nodded. "Wei Wuhen doesn't dare to target the two of us in this matter, but that doesn't mean he won't continue to pursue it. If I'm right, he should be eager to tear Qiye into pieces right now."

"But this matter has nothing to do with Qiye..."

"How is it not related?" Fu Feng curled his lips, "Think about it, if it wasn't for dealing with Qiye, Wei Ziqing wouldn't have appeared in that inn, let alone met us."

"If that's the explanation, there's nothing wrong with it." Zi Moxi nodded thoughtfully, "Your Majesty, I'll go find Elder Baili first, and we'll meet you tomorrow morning."

Fu Feng lightly uttered "hmm" and continued to drink the wine in the glass.

"Master Yue Ze, who were you talking to just now?" Seeing Fu Feng pour another glass of wine, Qi Ye asked curiously, "I seemed to hear you say Wei Wuhen... and me..."

Fu Feng suppressed the smile on his face, drank the remaining wine in the glass, then stood up and said, "Qi Ye, let's go, it's time for us to go see your father."

"Now... go now?" Qiye was stunned.

"Of course, the wine in the jug has been drunk. If not now, then when should we wait?"

After saying this, he put down his wine glass and walked straight out of the hall.

Seeing this, Qiye immediately stood up and followed him out.

……

After about half an incense stick of time, Fu Feng brought Qi Ye to the outside of Ye Guyun's bedroom.

From a distance, the two saw two rows of guards standing outside the hall. They all looked alert and were looking around vigilantly.

"Master Yue Ze, are we going to charge right in?" Qiye asked in a low voice.

"Kill them in? What are you thinking? If you start an argument with them here, Wei Wuhen will know our whereabouts in less than a quarter of an hour. I don't want to waste time dealing with him." Fu Feng replied indifferently.

"Then how do we get in?" Qiye asked hesitantly.

Fu Feng smiled slightly, then waved his hand to create a barrier around him and Qiye.

"Okay, let's go."

Fu Feng winked at him.

Qiye was stunned at first, then quickly followed Fufeng's footsteps.

Soon, the two of them walked into the hall one after another.

At this time, Ye Guyun was leaning against the bed, staring intently at the void in front of him, and did not notice anyone coming in at all.

Seeing the haggard-looking man in front of him, Qiye suddenly stopped.

As far as he could remember, this was the first time he saw his father.

At that moment, hundreds of emotions flooded into his heart, making his mood extremely complicated.

When he was still a baby, it was this man who cruelly drove him out of the house.

Although this incident happened nearly 70,000 years ago, Qiye always felt upset whenever he thought of his life experience.

He hated his father, hated his cold-bloodedness, and hated him for abandoning him.

but.

When he saw Ye Guyun's current appearance in person, he suddenly realized that no matter how much he hated him, he could not hate this man anymore.

The reason why he was kicked out of the house was simply because Ye Guyun loved his mother too much.

He couldn't accept the death of his loved one, so he blamed himself for everything.

Thinking of this, Qiye felt an inexplicable sense of heartache.

It's been 70,000 years, he must have had a hard life.

Fu Feng seemed to see through Qi Ye's thoughts. He reached out his hand, patted the other's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you go and pay your respects to your father?"

Qiye hesitated for a moment, nodded, and finally came to Ye Guoyun's side and called softly: "Qiye greets father..."

Hearing the voice, Ye Guyun was shocked and immediately came to his senses.

When he saw clearly that it was a strange face in front of him, he asked weakly: "Who... who are you?"

Qiye was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "I am Qiye, and my master Leng Yichen asked me to come and see you."

“Qi Ye?” When Ye Guyun heard these two words, his pupils suddenly dilated.

He couldn't believe that the son he had been thinking about day and night was standing in front of him.

"You...are you really Qiye?" Ye Guyun asked in an almost trembling voice.

Qiye did not answer, but just nodded slightly, which was considered as his agreement.

After confirming the other party's identity, Ye Guyun was immediately excited. He stretched out his trembling arms, looked at Qiye, and said with a sob: "Child, you... you are finally back... Have you been living well all these years... Father knows he was wrong... Can you... Can you forgive father?"

Seeing his father’s sad look, Qiye couldn’t help but cry.

He originally thought that he would never be able to return to this place in his lifetime, but unexpectedly, he would eventually come back.

“Father, I don’t blame you. If I blamed you, I wouldn’t have come.” Qiye lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

“Father knew it…Father knew you were a good child…Father knew you would come back…” Ye Guyun burst into tears.

The long-lost family affection made him feel as if he had the desire to live again.

After a long silence, Qiye asked again: "You... have you been okay these years?"

“Okay, okay, everything is fine, father…” Ye Guyun nodded quickly. Although his body was extremely weak, he still tried his best to pretend that nothing was wrong.

Qi Ye looked at Ye Guyun with slightly red eyes. He wanted to comfort his father but didn't know what to say.

After all, the 70,000-year gap between father and son cannot be explained in a few words.

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