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“Your Majesty!” Imperial Noble Consort Han and her attendants quickly bowed to the Emperor.

Imperial Noble Consort Han, too preoccupied to fix her appearance, hurriedly explained to the Emperor, “Your Majesty, it’s nothing serious. It’s just that the child…”

… accidentally stepped on my foot.

Before she could finish her sentence, the Little County Princess rushed over, hugged the Emperor’s leg, turned her head to glance at Imperial Noble Consort Han, and said, "Imperial Consort fell down. She hurt herself, and I was so scared!"

“What are you scared of?” The Emperor was amused and exasperated. “With such a timid heart, how do you still manage to run around all the time?”

Little Jing Kong walked over and greeted him politely, “Hello, Little Xue’s uncle.”

He had already learned about the Little County Princess’s identity and knew that her uncle was the Emperor of Great Yan.

However, his family had never instilled in him the concept of hierarchy between the monarchy and commoners, and neither had the Emperor of the State of Zhao or Qin Chuyu.

To everyone, it was just about making friends in a simple and straightforward way.

The Emperor’s gaze fell on the little one’s innocent face. If it could be said that his calm demeanor earlier, when he was unaware of his identity, was normal, then his continued composure even after learning that he was the Emperor was truly remarkable.

Was it because this little boy was naïve, unaware of the weight of imperial authority? Or was it that, even if he understood it, he was naturally unafraid?

The Emperor’s thoughts suddenly drifted to the Xuanyuan Family and to something Xuanyuan Li had once said.

He had once asked Xuanyuan Li, “What is your ultimate pursuit in life?”

The Emperor had expected answers like “Loyalty to Great Yan,” “Assisting the Emperor,” or “Revitalizing the Xuanyuan Family to make it the foremost noble family in Great Yan.”

But to his surprise, none of his guesses were correct.

Standing under the vast heavens, Xuanyuan Li had solemnly replied, "To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to provide a purpose for the people, to continue the teachings of the sages, and to create peace for all generations to come!"

What a statement—“To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to provide a purpose for the people, to continue the teachings of the sages, and to create peace for all generations to come!"

In that moment, the Emperor, who had lived half a lifetime, realized he had never encountered words so powerful and resounding.

For a brief instant, he felt that his own perspective as a ruler of a nation seemed narrow in comparison.

“Uncle, imperial uncle! Why aren’t you saying anything? Jing Kong greeted you!” The Little County Princess clung to his leg and tugged at the tassels of the jade pendant on his waist.

Only the Little County Princess would dare to be so bold.

When Ming Junwang had done something similar as a child, the consequences had been disastrous. The Emperor’s expression had darkened instantly back then.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the Emperor gently removed the Little County Princess’s hand. “Don’t pull on that.”

“Okay.” The Little County Princess obediently withdrew her tiny hands.

The Emperor stopped dwelling on the past. Under the expectant gaze of his little niece, he graciously returned Jing Kong’s greeting and then asked, “Why are you two splashing around in puddles?”

“Because it’s fun!” The Little County Princess replied cheerfully.

Girls should behave like proper young ladies... The Emperor was just about to say this when he remembered that Shangguan Yan had been even more mischievous as a child. While the Little County Princess merely splashed in puddles, Shangguan Yan had jumped into mud pits.

When the palace forbade her from doing so, she would sneak off to the Xuanyuan Family Estate to jump in their mud pits instead.

Thinking of Shangguan Yan, the Emperor’s expression grew more complicated.

Now that the Emperor had arrived, the puddle-splashing game was naturally over.

“Imperial Consort, return to your palace.” The Emperor said to Imperial Noble Consort Han.

Imperial Noble Consort Han offered a gentle smile and suggested, “It’s raining outside. Your Majesty, why not bring the Little County Princess and her little friend to my palace? I’ll have dinner prepared, including the crispy meat the Little County Princess loves.”

The Emperor glanced at the Little County Princess, who shook her head vigorously. “I don’t want to go to Imperial Noble Consort Han’s palace.”

In the end, the Emperor brought the two little ones back to his own chambers.

Imperial Noble Consort Han was left fuming. The Emperor hadn’t shown her a shred of concern from start to finish, making her foot hurt even more out of sheer frustration!

Little Jing Kong had a delightful evening in the imperial palace. He splashed in puddles and ate palace-prepared dishes; even though he only had vegetarian food, the flavors were excellent.

As the night deepened, the Emperor called Zhang Dequan over. “Go to the Commandery Office and have Wang Xu escort Jing Kong back to the Imperial Advisor’s Hall.”

The Eldest Imperial Grandson, who was fond of children, had kept Jing Kong at the Imperial Advisor’s Hall for company.

For a grandson who was nearing the end of his life, the Emperor’s tolerance was extraordinarily high.

As long as he wasn’t committing heinous crimes, the Emperor allowed him to do as he pleased.

Since Wang Xu and the Eldest Imperial Grandson were friends, sending Wang Xu to escort Jing Kong back was also a way to give the Eldest Imperial Grandson a chance to see an old friend during his final days.

Unfortunately, Wang Xu was away on official business.

“Then you’ll escort him yourself.” The Emperor instructed.

“Yes.” Zhang Dequan replied. He took two imperial guards with him and escorted Little Jing Kong back to the Imperial Advisor’s Hall.

Little Jing Kong, clutching his book bag, said cheerfully, “Alright, I can go in by myself now. Goodbye, Eunuch Zhang!”

Zhang Dequan insisted, “I’ll take you inside.”

Little Jing Kong waved his hand dismissively. “No need! I know the way!”

He had walked from the gate to the Qilin Hall countless times!

By this time, the rain had completely stopped.

Hopping off the carriage with his book bag in hand, Little Jing Kong dashed toward the Qilin Hall, his little feet pattering against the ground.

“Slow down—” Zhang Dequan called after him.

Zhang Dequan tried to chase after him but couldn’t keep up.

How could this little guy run so fast?

Little Jing Kong was thinking about JiaoJiao, so of course, he ran quickly. His chubby little figure dashed forward, not noticing someone approaching from the other direction.

Just as he was about to collide with the person, a sudden sense of alertness kicked in. Hugging his book bag tightly, he swiftly sidestepped, brushing past the individual.

Unfortunately, his tendency to trip over things suddenly kicked in. With a cry of "Ah!", he stumbled forward.

The other party turned around abruptly, and with a graceful motion, a slender, jade-like hand caught Little Jing Kong and lifted him up.

Little Jing Kong’s book bag, however, slipped from his grasp and tumbled down.

Reacting quickly, he hooked it with the tip of his foot and grabbed it midair, rescuing it from falling into a puddle.

“Hmm.”

The other party let out a soft exclamation of surprise, clearly not expecting the little one to react so swiftly.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

Little Jing Kong, still dangling like a little silkworm cocoon on a tree branch, turned his head to look at him and replied, “My name is Jing Kong. You are?”

He answered, “I am Feng Wuming, also known as Taoist Qingfeng.”

“What does ‘also known as’ mean?” Little Jing Kong only knew about Buddhist titles, but this older brother was incredibly handsome!

Taoist Qingfeng explained, “It’s another kind of name.”

Little Jing Kong tilted his head and asked, “Oh, why do you have so many names?”

Because one of them is a Taoist title.

Taoist Qingfeng, having no experience dealing with children, struggled to explain and decided to change the subject. “Who taught you those reflexes?”

Little Jing Kong asked, "You mean the move I just did? I came up with it myself!"

Did one need a teacher just for tripping over?

It seemed he didn’t have a teacher or master for that.

In fact, Taoist Qingfeng and Little Jing Kong had crossed paths once before.

However, at that time, Taoist Qingfeng had been busy dealing with Liao Chen and hadn’t noticed the little one, while Little Jing Kong had been too focused on watching his master to pay attention to the blur of movements that was Taoist Qingfeng.

Taoist Qingfeng thought the little one’s voice sounded vaguely familiar but couldn’t immediately recall where he had heard it.

Taoist Qingfeng said, “I just saved you. How do you plan to repay me?”

Little Jing Kong thought for a moment and replied, “Great kindness doesn’t need words of thanks?”

Taoist Qingfeng: “…”

Pointing to his wrist, Taoist Qingfeng said, “But you tore my sleeve.”

Little Jing Kong looked down and saw that in his effort to grab his book bag, he had accidentally caught the man’s sleeve and torn it.

Staring blankly, he said, “Then… I’ll compensate you?”

JiaoJiao had told him to be a little man who takes responsibility for his actions.

Taoist Qingfeng, maintaining his composure, said, “This outfit is very expensive. You can’t afford to pay for it—unless you compensate me with yourself.”

He intended to take this little fellow as his disciple.

Little Jing Kong let out a startled “Ah!” and hugged his book bag tightly, furrowing his little brows in distress. “But, but I already belong to JiaoJiao… How about this? I’ll give you my master instead.”

Somewhere in Shengdu, a certain monk, who was lying on top of a roof drinking wine, suddenly sneezed violently.

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References

1. — “To establish a heart for heaven and earth, to provide a purpose for the people, to continue the teachings of the sages, and to create peace for all generations to come!" —a quote by Zhang Zai, a great scholar of the Northern Song Dynasty.

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In the suspenseful supernatural novel “Records of Mortals,” Jiang Baiyan, once a solitary and impoverished youth, finds refuge in the Shi family of Chang’an due to his extraordinary bloodline. With his clear and captivating peach blossom eyes, this seemingly innocent young man conceals a fanatical and malevolent lunatic within. Destined to succumb to darkness amidst hardship and degradation, he becomes a harbinger of chaos.

When Shi Dai suddenly transmigrates, she takes on the role of the Shi family’s young lady, the one who subjects him to countless trials, eventually leading to her demise.

The twist? She never got to finish reading the novel.

From what she knew of the plot, Jiang Baiyan was just a silent, timid, and often bullied pitiable character.

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Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like Shi Dai.

After he had slaughtered all the evil creatures in the garden, the blood-stained young man, exuding a murderous aura, approached her step by step, his lips curling into a malicious smile, "Scared?"

Shi Dai responded, “You’re really amazing! I applaud you until I spin like a spiral and fly around the moon three hundred times! And also——you have dimples when you smile!"

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

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After seeing her at a lantern festival with another man, Jiang Baiyan lowered his eyes, his fingers twirling her hair. He said in a mocking and sinister tone, "The mansion in the western suburbs...if I hide you there, no one will find you, right?"

Shi Dai replied, "Does it come with meals and lodging? Can I sleep in everyday? Oh, and your cooking is the best!"

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

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Jiang Baiyan was supposed to dislike her, even hate her, but as their separation drew near, his eyes turned red and he grabbed her sleeve, pleading, "Don't abandon me, alri—”

Shi Dai responded, "Alright, alright, I’ll only have you. Mwah."

Jiang Baiyan: ...?

He hasn't finished his lines yet though…