The journey of Emperor Donghua through time

After following Emperor Donghua for a long time, they finally arrived at the kitchen, which was fully equipped with kitchen utensils and abundant ingredients. Emperor Donghua grabbed a fish, as if he was going to cook it himself.

Wei WuXian hurriedly stopped him, “No, no, Your Majesty, you don’t have to do anything. I can do it.”

The thought of such an ethereal emperor cooking made me feel a little disillusioned. I quickly took the fish from his hand and asked, "Is there anything that the emperor cannot eat?"

"I'm fasting." Emperor Donghua looked at the fish that was taken away with some regret, and leaned lazily against the pillar beside him, watching Wei Wuxian busying himself over there. When he saw him throwing various seasonings and a handful of chili peppers into the pot, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he forgot to tell him that the spiritual power of all the ingredients and ingredients in the kitchen was very strong, and if you're not careful, it will... That's it, it's not a big deal. Emperor Donghua stood up straight as if nothing had happened, and slowly left the kitchen. As expected, as soon as he left the kitchen, he heard a "boom", and then billowing black smoke came out of the kitchen, and Wei Wuxian ran out with a dark face.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Wei WuXian was choking and coughing non-stop, and he did not forget to mutter and complain, “Why did it explode, cough, cough, I clearly did it according to what Wen Qing and the others taught me, cough, cough, the order was correct, why did the kitchen explode, cough…”

Emperor Donghua looked at the disheveled Wei Wuxian in a good mood, and glanced at the dark kitchen behind him, "It seems that you won't be able to eat."

Wei Wuxian was very sorry for blowing up the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Emperor, I blew up your kitchen. Don’t worry, I will definitely fix it.”

"It's okay." Emperor Donghua said indifferently.

“Emperor, am I really that bad that I can’t do anything right?” Wei Wuxian was in low spirits and very frustrated. He thought about what happened before, starting from the explosion in the kitchen. “Lotus Pier was destroyed. Madam Yu asked me to protect Jiang Cheng even at the cost of my life, but I didn’t do it, so Jiang Cheng was dissolved into his golden elixir. My senior sister and her husband also died because of me. I said I would protect Wen Qing and the others, but I didn’t do it either, so they were all buried in the mass grave. I’m really useless…”

Wei Wuxian's emotions suddenly went out of control. He squatted on the ground and cried with his head in his hands. Perhaps he had been suppressing his emotions for too long, and once he started crying he couldn't stop.

As an innate god and the supreme ruler of heaven and earth, Emperor Donghua has a naturally indifferent temperament. Almost no one and no thing can arouse his emotions. Even when Qingcang rebelled and Mo Yuan sacrificed himself to the Donghuang Bell, his emotions never fluctuated. What's more, when it came to Wei Wuxian, whom he had just met, he stood there and watched with interest, with no intention of stepping forward to comfort him.

Wei Wuxian cried for a long time until his body could no longer hold on and he fainted on the ground. Emperor Donghua then used his magical power to send him back to his previous room.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Wuxian did not sleep very well and was soon awakened by a dream. After a long while, he came to his senses. In the dream, Lan Zhan was punished by Lan Qiren with 300 lashes. His skin was torn and blood was spitting out of his mouth. He still stubbornly asked "who is right and who is wrong, who is black and who is white", and was finally punished to be locked up in a cold pond for three years.

“What on earth did this old-fashioned Lan Zhan do wrong to deserve being beaten like that?” Wei WuXian found it hard to imagine that the bright and clear-minded Second Young Master Lan would do anything out of line. He then thought of the phrase ‘who is right and who is wrong, who is black and who is white’, “could it be because of me? But doesn’t Lan Zhan hate me? How is it possible? Alas… What am I thinking about? It was just a dream. How could Lan Zhan be beaten? What am I thinking about… I’m so annoyed… Let me go to sleep!”