Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

"I came to enjoy the evening, feeling refreshed after sobering up, drinking heavily at Zhaoyang, and getting drunk at Huaqing."

"The sky is high and the night air is clear, the wind blows the feathered clothes light. He sits in the fairy palace to suppress the north wind, what a playboy, Mr. Xiaoyao."

On the stage, the sound of her jewelry jingled and a girl with her fingers twirled like an orchid lowered her eyes as she recited poetry.

Orange-red lanterns were hung on flagpoles, shining brightly in a circle along the road.

People, familiar and unfamiliar, gathered together, squinting their eyes to watch Mr. Yun’s rare new play on Yujing Stage.

The singing voice is melodious, but I don’t know who the protagonist of this new play is.

"You seem to be very concerned about the matter of vindication."

Zhongli sat in the seat with the best view, holding a cup of amber tea in his hand, and spoke calmly, "There is still resentment in my heart."

On the side, Su Ming nodded, "Who wouldn't feel resentful? But... I can't really say I feel resentful. I can only say I feel a little unwilling to accept it."

As he spoke, Su Ming lowered his eyes and glanced at the clothes on his body.

The traditional Liyue robe has wide sleeves, and the black fabric is embroidered with a mixture of gold and dark green silk threads to create intricate yet neatly arranged twined flowers.

Su Ming stroked the ring on his finger and whispered, "I have suppressed my resentment very well. I will talk about it after I catch the culprit. However..."

Having said this, Su Ming paused.

Su Ming turned his head silently and looked at Zhongli, "Tell me the truth, has wear and tear erased my rebellious, immature and arrogant remarks from your memory?"

Zhongli thought about it, couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head, "I couldn't remember it at first, but now that you mention it..."

"Oh." Su Ming didn't have any embarrassed expression on his face. Instead, he smiled and said softly, "Then teacher, remember this. My crazy quotes will become a reality one day."

Zhongli raised his eyes and saw a familiar face.

The self-confidence and pride that once existed were gone, and only the madness and gloom hidden in the eyes remained.

How can anyone accept being teased all their life?

Zhongli lowered his eyes and sighed imperceptibly.

"What are you talking about?" Paimeng lowered his voice and came closer quietly, "Su Ming can write scripts?"

Su Ming shook his head and lowered his voice as well, "No, but it was a word I once liked very much."

"Why?" Paimon tilted his head and said seriously, "What was this script originally about?"

"It tells the story of a treacherous minister who wants to steal the emperor's concubine." Su Ming tapped the table with his fingertips and said softly.

"Then why did you use this play's lyrics to describe your past?" Paimon bit a piece of dessert, looking confused, "Which one are you? The unlucky emperor whose wife was robbed? Or the concubine who was robbed again and again?"

It seems that they all fit the bill.

"I am a traitor who wants to steal my wife." Su Ming couldn't help but rub Paimon's head, smiled and said softly, "I said that everyone in Teyvat must use my last name."

Paimeng looked up at Su Ming and thought for a moment, "Then remember to find something delicious for Paimeng."

Su Ming chuckled and his eyes fell on the stage in front of him.

"I wonder why there was no signal fire to announce peace last night. It was just a report that evil spirits were rebelling. I'll wait and see. I can't wait for the feast to end."

"He was nailed to death with a soul-suppressing nail, and he deserved to be cut into pieces. He only asked what he had done wrong, and was surprised that the parrot in the jade cage understood human nature and kept talking to him."

The scene on the stage suddenly changed, and a familiar scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

Su Ming raised his eyes and saw the young man struggling to survive in the fire, his eyes staring blankly at the sky.

"It's really tragic." Su Ming shook his head with emotion, "I can't imagine whether so many people have nightmares at night."

Ying turned her head silently and looked at Su Ming with resentment, "Cry for me."

"I can't cry." Su Ming shook his head honestly, "I even wanted to take out my phone and take a picture of them."

"No, you have to cry." Ying held Su Ming's hand and said seriously: "Or you can suppress your thoughts and be sad for a while."

The onlookers felt guilty, the close ones were sad, and the parties involved...

The parties involved even want to eat their own melons.

Outrageous!

Before Su Ming could come back to his senses, the sandalwood clappers began to beat rapidly and the bronze drums became louder and louder.

The shadow of the child was chased by falling rocks and planks, and he grew up stumbling and walking towards the frozen north. When he appeared again, he had already achieved success and held great power.

Su Ming's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at everyone at the table, "Are you guys trying to take off my disguise?"

If he really believed it, then his disguise would be completely exposed!

No one will force him to wear a vest anymore!

Hearing this, Ying shook her head, revealing a slightly weird smile on her face, "No, it's just that... the existence of the disaster was weakened in the script. You have been a disaster from beginning to end. You know, it's for dramatic effect..."

It was Diluk who suggested it. Tsk, Su Ming’s vest can’t be removed.

Su Ming: ...

Did it fall off or not?

Su Ming silently looked at Diluk, waiting for his response.

"I understand the dramatic effect." Diluk raised the teacup in his hand towards Su Ming and said in a deep voice, "Congratulations."

Su Ming: ...

Didn’t fall off!

"Alas..." Su Ming sighed, his eyes filled with desolation, "It's all my own fault..."

Can this broken vest be removed?

"He has been wandering in the world, traveling north, south, east and west."

"Su's sick child, Lord Yanling."

Yun Jin's voice gradually faded away, and Su Ming propped his chin on the table with his folding fan, "Can I be happy now?"

"No." Ying shook her head and used the reports from her companions to tip off the others, "Everyone is hiding everywhere, saying they are not sad enough, so they want you to cry a few times as an example."

The protagonist's sadness can evoke the repentance and guilt of the onlookers.

The past was still vivid in their minds, and the people of Liyue Harbor cried as if the Emperor had died all over again.

Su Ming: ...

WTF?

"I don't understand." Tartaglia shook his head, "But it sounds nice..."

"Don't listen." Su Ming sighed and stood up. "Then I'd better leave alone and feel lonely. I'm already kind enough to resist watching them cry."

Su Ming lowered his eyes, walked around the tearful onlookers, and walked towards... I didn't know where to go.

"Wow wow wow I'm so damned!"

"What did I do! He was just a child!"

"I'm sorry Su Ming! I deserve to die!"

"How disappointed the Emperor must be..."

It was as if a hole had been opened for sadness, and cries of confession rose one after another, like wailing at a funeral.

Su Ming paused slightly and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

A golden color suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the shadow of the god sat cross-legged on the throne, waving to his disciple who had been vindicated.

The young man in black walked up into the sky step by step, his figure looking extremely small in front of the gods.

A divine figure descended from the sky and embraced his favorite disciple again after many years.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the young man in black lowered his eyes, leaned on the emperor's lap and poured out the sorrow that he had suppressed for many years.

[The lyrics are adapted from Bai Pu's "Wutong Rain"]