Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

"Mr. Wuzhu,"

Fan Jian's tone carried an unprecedented solemnity.

"I just received some news."

"One, news about Qingmei, about another child."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhu's eyes, which were covered by a black cloth, seemed to twitch slightly.

But he still didn't speak, simply waiting quietly for Fan Jian to continue.

"Back then, Qingmei didn't only give birth to Xian'er."

Fan Jian's voice trembled slightly.

"She also has a son!"

"And he's still alive!"

"Now, he's in Kyoto! He's been adopted by Princess Li Yunrui and named Ye Tian!"

When the name "Ye Tian" came out of Fan Jian's mouth.

Wu Zhu's eternally cold body suddenly trembled!

His eyes, covered by a black cloth, revealed no expression.

But Fan Jian could clearly feel an indescribable, intense emotional fluctuation emanating wildly from Wu Zhu!

"Ye, Tian,"

Wu Zhu's lips moved slightly as he uttered those two words.

His voice was no longer calm and even.

Instead, it was accompanied by a hint of disbelief and trembling!

A hint of barely suppressed excitement!

There was even a hint of joy, almost imperceptible!

Fan Jian was also surprised when he saw Wu Zhu's appearance!

He had known Wu Zhu for so many years, but had never seen him before, and he had never shown such strong emotions!

Even when Ye Qingmei died, he was heartbroken and filled with murderous intent.

But I've never lost my composure like this before!

"Yes, Mr. Wuzhu." Fan Jian nodded emphatically, stating with certainty, "His name is Ye Tian, ​​and he's still alive!"

"Moreover," Fan Jian paused, then continued, "he is now thirteen years old."

"Furthermore, it possesses terrifying strength at the peak of the ninth rank!"

"Just a few days ago, he defeated Yan Xiaoyi, a ninth-rank archer, in a single move in the back garden of the Princess's residence!"

boom!

This news, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, once again exploded in Wu Zhu's heart!

A thirteen-year-old at the peak of the ninth rank?!

This child, the child he thought had already died.

Unbelievable! This prodigy has reached such a monstrous level?!

At this moment, Wu Zhu's "heart," composed of precision parts and complex processes, also felt an unprecedented shock and ecstasy!

He recalled the great fire at Taiping Villa years ago.

I remembered that baby, barely breathing amidst the flames and thick smoke, whose fate was unknown.

He always believed that the child had already passed away along with his mother.

He felt guilty and blamed himself for this for thirteen years!

He felt that he had failed to protect the young lady's bloodline!

It was him who failed to live up to the young lady's expectations!

But now, Fan Jian tells him that the child is still alive!

Moreover, they live such an outstanding and dazzling life!

How could he not be excited?! How could he not be ecstatic?!

"Ye, Tian,"

Wu Zhu murmured the name again.

In his mind, long-forgotten memories related to Ye Qingmei uncontrollably surfaced.

He remembered the first time he met the woman outside the temple, dressed in white, whose smile was brighter than the sun.

She reached out her hand and said to him, "Hey, what's your name? Want to come with me and see the world?"

He remembered her, under the swing in the Taiping Villa, her belly bulging, her face beaming with happiness as she stroked her abdomen, saying to him, "Wuzhu, do you think they'll resemble me, or their father?"

He remembered the night she was about to give birth; she held his hand tightly, her voice weak yet firm as she said, "Wuzhu, promise me you will protect my children."

Those once vivid images surged into his mind like a tide, causing even Wu Zhu's eyes, which were covered by a black cloth, to slightly tremble. .

Although he was just a robot, he didn't have real tears.

But at this moment, he truly felt an emotion called "joy" and "excitement".

"Kyoto,"

Wu Zhu suddenly spoke, his voice carrying an undeniable resolve.

"I want to go to Kyoto!"

He's going to see that child!

The child he thought was long gone, yet miraculously survived and grew up to be so outstanding!

That one, the young master who carries the young lady's bloodline!

Looking at Wu Zhu's excited expression, Fan Jian felt a surge of emotion.

He knew that Wu Zhu's feelings for Ye Qingmei had long surpassed the ordinary "master-servant relationship".

It was a deeper, purer form of protection and loyalty.

"Alright." Fan Jian nodded and said, "Mr. Wuzhu, you may go ahead."

"I'll keep an eye on Xian'er here, she'll be fine."

He knew that Wu Zhu's heart had already flown to Kyoto.

Saying anything more will be pointless.

Wu Zhu did not say another word.

He simply nodded slightly at Fan Jian.

Then, with a flicker, he vanished silently from the study like a ghost.

It's as if it has never existed before, a bookmark I can collect and continue reading anytime, anywhere: "Joy of Life: Born Mother Ye Qingmei, Raised by Li Yunrui."

Fan Jian stared in the direction Wu Zhu had left, remaining silent for a long time.

The already turbulent situation in Kyoto will likely become even more unpredictable and volatile.

And the fates of Ye Tian and Fan Xian, these two brothers who have not yet recognized each other, will undergo earth-shattering changes from this moment on!

An even greater storm is about to sweep across the entire Qing Kingdom, and even the whole world!

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Just as Wu Zhu's figure was about to completely disappear into the shadows of the study, he suddenly stopped.

Then, he tossed it over his shoulder.

A small box, seemingly unremarkable yet exuding an air of antiquity and mystery, landed steadily in front of Fan Jian.

"This was left by Miss to the young master back then."

Wu Zhu's voice carried a subtle, complex emotion.

"You, give it to him for me."

After saying that, his figure completely disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace.

Fan Jian looked at the small box in front of him and his heart tightened.

He knew that this box must be something extraordinary!

There must be some important secrets left behind by Ye Qingmei hidden inside!

Or, something that could change Fan Xian's fate!

He carefully picked up the box and examined it closely.

The box was made of an unknown black metal, which felt cold to the touch but was exceptionally sturdy.

On it were engraved some strange patterns, which seemed to be a kind of script that he had never seen before.

On top of the box, there is a small device that looks like a combination lock.

Fan Jian tried to fiddle with it a few times, but found that he couldn't open it at all.

He knew that this box must require a special password or a special method to open.

"Light Eyebrows, oh Light Eyebrows, how many secrets have you kept behind?"

Fan Jian sighed inwardly.

He packed up the box and then walked towards Fan Xian's courtyard.

He knew it was time to have a serious talk with this son in name only.

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Inside Fan Xian's courtyard.

Fan Xian was sitting cross-legged on the bed, circulating his domineering true energy as he carried out his daily cultivation.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Xian'er, may Father come in?"

It was Fan Jian's voice.

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian put away his martial arts technique, jumped off the bed, and went to open the door.

"Father, what brings you here?"

Fan Xian looked at Fan Jian with some curiosity and asked.

He knew that his adoptive father was usually very busy and rarely took the initiative to come to him.

Your sudden visit today must mean something important.

Fan Jian entered the room and gestured for Fan Xian to sit down.

Then, he looked at Fan Xian's face, which bore a resemblance to Ye Qingmei but also exuded a sense of unruliness and roguishness, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Xian'er, your father has come to see you today because I want to tell you something."

Fan Jian's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.

Fan Xian felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

He knew that what he was about to hear would likely be some secrets that would overturn his understanding of the world.

"Father, please speak," Fan Xian said earnestly, sitting up straight.

Fan Jian remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering his words.

Then, he slowly spoke, "Xian'er, do you know who your mother is?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xian's heart stirred.

He knew that his mother's identity had always been a mystery.

The people in the manor kept this a closely guarded secret and never dared to mention it lightly.

He had tried to subtly inquire with his grandmother, but she only gave vague answers and refused to say more.

"I don't know," Fan Xian shook his head and said, "I only know that my mother is a very remarkable woman."

Upon hearing this, a hint of relief flashed in Fan Jian's eyes.

"That's right." He nodded and said, "Your mother, Ye Qingmei, was indeed a woman of extraordinary talent and unparalleled beauty!"

"She is a legend..."

At this moment, Fan Jian began to tell Fan Xian about some of Ye Qingmei's deeds.

From how she came into this world

How to establish an imperial treasury, how to become the wealthiest person in the land, how to help Emperor Qing ascend the throne, and how to establish the Censorate.

He spoke in great detail and with great enthusiasm.

It was as if he wanted to express all the respect and longing he felt for Ye Qingmei.

Fan Xian listened quietly, his heart already churning with turbulent emotions!

Although he had long suspected that his mother was no ordinary person.

But he never imagined that she would have such a legendary and magnificent life!

This is simply a living epic!

"So, what happened to the child's mother afterward?"

Fan Xian's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He knew that this question might touch upon some truths he didn't want to face.

Upon hearing this, a trace of sorrow flashed in Fan Jian's eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Your mother... she's gone."

"She passed away not long after giving birth to you."

Although he had expected it, hearing the news with his own ears still felt like a sharp stab to Fan Xian's heart.