Many descendants

“Uneven!” Su Yan refused decisively.

Song Zhuo frowned slightly, "Auntie, can you finish this?"

“I have so many kids, there’s not enough to go around!” Su Yan pointed to her face. “Besides, do I look that old? You call me ‘Auntie’? Why don’t you call me ‘Grandma’?”

At this moment, Su Yan ignored the fact that she had transformed her face.

At this moment, in Song Zhuo's eyes, she appeared to be around forty or fifty years old. "...How old are you?"

"How old are you?" Su Yan approached the carriage with a stern face.

Ziqian cracked his whip as a warning: "Stop!"

Su Yan looked at the whip and stopped in her tracks. "A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Ziqian glared at Su Yan, "You unruly shrew!"

"A shrew? At least I'm still a human being," Su Yan continued.

"You!" Ziqian's face flushed red and then pale, his anger rising rapidly. If she weren't a woman, he might have already attacked her.

Song Zhuo suddenly laughed, "Alright, let's go, Ziqian."

"Wait a minute." Su Yan called out to Song Zhuo again, "Our business isn't over yet."

"What?" Song Zhuo stared at Su Yan in astonishment.

Su Yan turned around and took two candied hawthorns from the vendor, wrapped them in an oil paper bag, and said, "You dare call me 'Auntie'? I'll teach you to call me that!"

He swung his hand and smashed it through the car window, hitting Song Zhuo!

Song Zhuo quickly caught it, and looking at the bright red candied hawthorn, he knew that Su Yan had still given it to him. He was just being sarcastic, so he took the silver purse from his waist and threw it to Su Yan, saying, "Candied hawthorn money."

Su Yan said, "Giving money won't end it!"

"You crazy woman, don't push your luck!" Ziqian angrily scolded Su Yan.

Su Yan replied, "No, I don't need it. It's perfect for your dog, he doesn't have one."

Song Zhuo, who suddenly had an extra face, was speechless: "..."

“My master doesn’t want your ugly face, you’re old and ugly. Our Duke is known as the most handsome man in the Great Yao.” Ziqian said, his face red with anger.

Su Yan glanced at Song Zhuo.

Song Zhuo frowned. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I deserve to die," Ziqian said hurriedly in a panic, and got into the carriage.

Song Zhuo lowered the carriage curtain and ignored Su Yan.

Su Yan's expression softened slightly after watching the carriage drive away.

I was originally thinking about how to find the Heavenly Dao, but this is completely effortless.

Turning his head, he and the vendor packed up the remaining candied hawthorns while inquiring about Song Zhuo.

He was born an orphan and was adopted by the son of the old Duke of Song, who had no children.

After the old Duke of Song died, the title was passed to him. But perhaps it was destined that the Duke of Song's family line would die out, because Song Zhuo has no son to this day...

When it came time to pay, Su Yan opened Song Zhuo's purse, which contained a few pieces of silver, about five taels in total. She gave all of it to the vendor and kept the purse for herself.

Looking at the plum blossom design above, the embroidery is exquisite, and there is also the character "Song". Smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms and sandalwood, I thought, "That guy is full of bad intentions and doesn't deserve plum blossoms. He's more suited to dragon claw grass."

Beautiful yet addictive!

Indeed, just as Heaven had told her.

He doesn't need her.

He had a wife and concubines here, but he lacked children.

Was he showing off to her?

What should have been a wonderful time turned into a series of frustrating experiences after I started dating her.

Having a child requires impersonating someone else, and in the end, the child takes someone else's surname. The wife is also separated from someone else, and sometimes they don't even see each other for thousands of years...

If that's the case, why bring her over in the first place?

If you don't like her, just leave her.

She has always said that if you get along, you stay together; if you don't, you part ways. There's no need to force yourself to stay together.

The children will not be affected by their coming together or going apart.

The little ones naturally grow up running around, staying here for a while and there for a few days. Some haven't seen their own fathers for hundreds of years and don't even remember them.

On the contrary, ambiguity makes children more prone to worry and anxiety.

Su Yan found an inn to stay in.

She needs to think about what to do next.

Severing the Heavenly Dao outright is definitely not an option; otherwise, there would be no Heavenly Dao in future generations, and many things would change as a result, especially what would happen to her two children?

She couldn't bear to part with Xiao Meimei and Xiao Meimei.

This is the cycle of tribulation in the Heavenly Dao. He chose to let her overcome this tribulation, so there must be something she has to do.

Of all the tribulations, this kind of time reversal is the most troublesome.

Heaven must have foreseen this, and was certain that she wouldn't dare to take it lightly.

We need to help him overcome this calamity without affecting the development of the subsequent period; in other words, he still has to be part of the Heavenly Way!

"Found you." Jian jumped into the guest room through the open window.

Although Su Yan concealed her aura, she was still discovered by Jian when she used her divine power to retrieve the treasures from the moat at the dock.

Su Yan stretched and looked at Jian, saying, "I'm tired. Do you want to sleep with me for a while?"

Although he was Jian during the time of gods and demons, he was also her partner.

The thought of possibly having to turn back again made her heart ache, but for the sake of future generations, there was nothing she could do right now.

I just want to hug him.

Jian looked at Su Yan in surprise, "What did you say?"

Su Yan, "Sleep with me."

Jian's gaze gradually took on a wicked glint. "Want to see my beast form?"

Su Yan looked at his waist and hips. "If it's this, then I'm very familiar with it! I've eaten plenty of it!"

"..." Jian felt uncomfortable hearing her words, and his face flushed. "Well, do you want to change your face back first?"

"Face?" Su Yan raised her hand to touch her face, then walked to the dressing table mirror. Upon seeing it, she understood why Song Zhuo called her "Auntie".

She now looks like a middle-aged woman.

But can't I just call you "big sister"? And what's with the "how old are you?" She's asking for it!!

Busyness brought me back to myself.

Jian was instantly aroused, "How do you want to sleep?"

The next moment, Su Yan turned into a guinea pig and said coquettishly, "What are you thinking about? I'm just sleeping."

Jian looked at her and said, "I haven't tasted the flavor of a female yet. Didn't you say you're my wife? A wife should take care of her husband's needs in that area, right?"

"You really want it?" Su Yan looked at him. "Tell me how many heads you have now?"

"I had a few when I was a child, and I still have a few now."

Su Yan teleported to his head and patted his forehead. "From now on, don't be reckless in everything. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. If you lose your head, you'll lose your life."

"..." Jian caught her and watched her lying quietly in his palm.

"Ah—" A terrified scream rang out.

Su Yan was startled. "What happened?"

She then transformed back into the appearance of a middle-aged woman.

She entered the inn with this face, so whether she liked it or not, she left looking the same.

I made some inquiries.

They quickly returned to their room, where Jian was preparing food and wine.

"He was an official from out of town who was on his way to Beijing to report on his duties. He was killed in his guest room, and the entire inn was surrounded by soldiers."

“It’s a vengeful spirit seeking revenge, you don’t need to worry about it,” Jian said directly to Su Yan.

"How did you know?" Su Yan asked in surprise.

“I recognize the ghostly aura emanating from that room. I encountered that ghost when I was looking for you; he came to the capital to seek revenge on a corrupt official who had murdered his entire family.”

"You helped him?"

“I didn’t. He just followed me into the capital.”

"Isn't that still helping?"

"Many things followed my shadow in."

"What else?"

"There are demons and monsters."

"...Will this murder case bring you any karmic consequences?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Don't do this kind of thing again."

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife."