In that embrace, the words of welcome, Liu Yu Qing felt a perfect dream. She hated waking.
Nineteen years of pain, despair, helplessness, all turned to dust. Happiness was infinite. Die now? Content.
Her arms were tight, a desire to merge forever. Tears were uncontrolled, yet silent.
Lan An felt warmth, drops, tremors, his heart knotted. A new emotion, tears.
A noble woman faked death, fled the night, all for power, to save her child. It was heart-wrenching.
Power was easy? The world was full of peak experts.
She left, her goal vague. It was gamble or lose all. Maternal love, future unknown.
He imagined: peerless beauty wandering, endless troubles. Her path was beyond words.
The price paid: ordinary cultivator to Du Ren, the feared. Rank 7 Annihilation Poison Body. Small cost?
A miracle: she could erase Lac Clan, her hell.
Success and failure. True son dead. The embracer was his successor, an otherworldly soul with remnant will.
The secret, should he reveal it? Now, he was selfish. He must be.
"Mother, crying ruins beauty!" He suppressed his turmoil, wiped her endless tears.
Liu Yu Qing dared to lift her head. Her black lips parted, revealing pearly teeth. Her abyssal eyes showed guilt. Her hand hovered, feeling unworthy.
Lan An felt hurt, he grabbed her hand, pressed it to his cheek:
"Your son, do as you wish!"
She sobbed, stroked gently. Her fingers traced his face, she choked:
"Little Nam, no hate? Abandoned, suffered because I was weak."
"Never! I'll always find you, make you happy forever."
He caressed her demonic face, silky. He knew: true Lac Nam bore no resentment.
Liu Yu Qing beamed, tears and smile. She felt lighter than ever. Heaven had favored her.
She watched Ice Heaven, her son champion the Holy Spirit Ranking, mad with joy. Hunted by Dan and Huo Ming, she hid to protect him.
Sea Continent, Wu San Niang's disciple, repelled Dan ancestors. Relief, master's love.
She returned to Liu Clan, saved them from ambush. Wu San Niang found her, sisters.
"Sister."
Liu Shi Cam was tear-soaked. Mother-son sidelined her, bittersweet.
"Haha!"
Lan An laughed, his happiest day. Wives and mother. Arms wide, a family hug. Bliss.
"Cam'er, I owe you, Liu Clan too much!" He embraced her tight.
"No, we owe you. Strong Liu Clan, no separation!" She was sour.
Lan An cut in: "Past. No more grievances!"
Why self-blame? Lac Clan's fault, he would erase them.
Top kill list. Lan Po Lei's ambush, eternal enmity.
Hundred Flowers, harem, all tears. Kun Ming Yue was dazed. Xiao Qing Xuan clutched her master-ring, yearned for a hug.
Hong Lian, Diep Jing clung to Yue Qi, family. Gu Ya, Gu Bang held hands. Li Zhu Loan sobbed into Mu Zi Yin. Linh Lung, U Quynh leaned in.
Harem ties, emotions surged.
"Joy day, why cry? Smile for me!"
Wu San Niang barked, Su Yan, Qin Meng Ying pounced. Memories, her rare gentle smile, head pats.
The scene lingered. Liu Yu Qing pushed away:
"Your day, I won't block!"
Proud, many excellent daughters-in-law. Make up the losses.
"Meet mother!"
Women rushed, shy.
Some older, status, strength, timid.
"Good, good, sorry no gifts!" She beamed, examined each.
Even proud Yue Qi blushed. First mother-in-law.
To Hai Linh Lung, Xiao Qing Xuan, Bing Ling Er, Bai Lian Hua gave displeased glares:
"Fool, such wives, why not cherish?"
Lan An coughed. The virgins crimsoned. Others snickered.
"Ahem, Madam Liu is here. Senior Wu, Madam, witness the engagement!"
"No issue!"
Spirit tea, disciples served. Lan An led, a formal betrothal.
Happy faces, satisfied. Legitimate status.
"Master, Lien Nga?" He transmitted.
"Secluded, a big leap next!" She grinned.
He nodded expectantly.
Political Shift in Ice Myst Empire
Ice Myst Empire.
The Crown Prince race was fierce. Cards were played. Dark to open, assassinations, forced alliances.
Three Eighth-Grade clans: Lam, Yang, Vu.
Lam supported the Second Prince. Vu and Yang were neutral.
Fourth Prince mansion, lake pavilion. Pang Yong was eager, fawning at his sister Pang Lan Xi's back, serene zither.
The melody ended, he rushed:
"Sister, brother-in-law when? Dying here!"
No prince dignity, a candy-awaiting child.
Pang Lan Xi stroked her hair, glanced:
"Didn't care for brother-in-law before, why rush?"
Tease, pride in her man.
Pang Yong was embarrassed. Chen strategist's reports, monster feats. Sane? Respect.
Initially hesitant, sister's sacrifice. Her daily joy, longing gazes, he accepted.
Lost mother, sister closest. Her happiness, his. Unworthy? Reject regardless of power.
Golden Ranking genius, Void Fusion Mid. Strong, but brother-in-law's feats: 服 (submission).
"Brother-in-law busy with beauties, forgets delicate me!" Pang Lan Xi sighed, a grievance.
Recent intimacy, short separation.
Pang Yong bold:
"I'll claim the throne, you fly with him!"
Laugh, Lan An's backing eased frowns.
"Your Highness, Princess, Yang Patriarch seeks audience!"
Youth, plain face, sharp eyes. Chen strategist.
"Yang?" Siblings glanced, surprise.
Yang equaled Lam. Patriarch Yang Guo, Grand General, Void Fusion Peak. Equal Prime Minister Lin Kun.
Past overtures, rebuffed. Today, personal.
"Invite General Yang!" Pang Yong was regal.
Pang Lan Xi vanished, stage his.
Soon, armored middle-aged, stern, entered with Chen.
Pang Yong rose, cupped fists:
"Welcome to this prince's mansion!"
Yang Guo stared, direct:
"Highness, I represent Yang Clan. Join your faction!"
Pang Yong's eyes contracted.