Chapter 311

They stared at each other, three faces bewildered.

Perhaps because he finally realized just how strange his conduct had been, Fusizi lowered his head, rubbing the mirror in his bosom with his fingertip, and fell silent.

Du Shanü had long known that this person was somewhat strange, so it wasn't all that surprising now.

She thought for a moment, then instinctively defended her obedient slave:

"My slave is not angry, his temperament is still good; he won't randomly hit or kill people."

"Right, obedient slave——wait! What are you pinching someone for again!"

Du Shanü's gaze fell, and Chinu stretched out his sinful hand, once again pinching Fusizi's neck bone.

Fusizi wailed loudly when pinched, yet he didn't actually shout in pain, merely whining aggrievedly:

"This time I didn't provoke you, did I?"

"What he said was clearly kind words!"

He didn't provoke Chinu, yet Chinu also attacked!

This, this, this—is this alright!

Chinu didn't care about this or that, he seized Fusizi's neck—the neck of his fate—his expression quite unfriendly.

"...... You look at me with those eyes, that's provoking me."

"What kind of eyes are those?"

"That is clearly fatigue, sorrow......"

"Even, there is a hint of pity hard to conceal."

"Who would feel comfortable being stared at like that first thing in the morning?"

He even suspected that the little Daoist was secretly plotting something bad with him and the Wife Master!

Chinu narrowed his eyes slightly, the scrutiny and menace in his gaze almost spilling over, while Fusizi felt utterly wronged:

"You, how can you be so unreasonable!"

If he hadn't met them, he would still be a mighty Immortal Master to this day!

The hardships he had encountered in his lifetime were merely others' excessive reverence for him, leaving him somewhat unable to cope.

But now, he feels wronged on their behalf; they still don't know his goodness, refusing to give him the dignity he deserves, making him put on a show—oh no, to completely become a Daoist master with the immortal bearing of a teacher.

This, this, this—can this even be considered proper speech?!

Whose Celestial Master is like a soft bun, being hauled around and beaten or scolded at the slightest provocation?!

He, his dignity, his standing, the respect he ought to receive——

With a crack, it's all gone! All gone!

Fusizi felt wronged, Fusizi didn't speak, Fusizi's eyes once again began to redden......

Seeing the two about to launch into a tug-of-war again, Du Shanü really couldn't hold back, reaching out to tug at her obedient slave's collar:

"Garlic bird garlic bird, none wearing swimwear......"

"Just right, early rising, the little darling in my belly seems a bit hungry; obedient slave, get up and fetch some cow's milk, don't stay here sulking."

Du Shanü, as the head of the household, having finished persuading the slave, took a deep breath and began to persuade Fusizi:

"Hey hey, you're going to be a Celestial Master in the future—what are you quarreling with my slave about?"

"Then let's get up and have an early meal; you and I can talk about how your cultivation progressed last night upon falling asleep......"

Du Shanü felt her words were as normal as could be.

While defending her own slave, she also prepared to chitchat while Fusizi wasn't reacting, to probe into the affairs of the Mysterious Gate.

However, Fusizi, for some unknown reason, fell into silence after hearing one of her sentences clearly.

On Fusizi's usually likable doll-like face, the faint irritation that had not been very noticeable before completely dissipated; after staying silent for a long time, he finally asked:

"...... Are you already pregnant?"

Although he had already learned from the Mystic Mirror that this year's Yuanlong Assembly would bring forth a savior, when he truly heard the child linked with the words 'cow's milk'......

He ultimately felt a hint of urgency as urgent as fire burning his eyebrows, and, under the Heavenly Dao, the cruelty of equality among all beings.

Indeed, cruelty.

Yes, yes.

How could he have forgotten.

Last night when he went to see the Empress, she seemed to be drinking something, but at the time he was too excited to take a close look.

Now hearing the Empress's words, he suddenly realized that perhaps that was exactly a bowl of cow's milk.

Who could have imagined?

That child, he has actually been there all along.

Who could have imagined?

That child, he actually started liking to drink cow's milk this early.

Heavenly Dao is cruel.

Cruelty is cruelty; all outcomes have long been destined.

Cruelty is cruelty; not only is fate already set, but it constantly makes one realize that fate is set.

The Heavenly Father is a mad dog.

Fate is also a mad dog.

It never stops chasing and biting people.

Those caught within it, no matter how fearful, how tearful, how pleading not to be seized by fate......

In the end, it's merely futile effort.

That drooling mad dog will eventually catch up to everyone, nibbling away at their edges and proud bones, until no one dares to muster even a hint of resistance.

The Empress these days, I suppose, also loves Yuanlong and Chinu, right?

But, just like the sincere heart possessed by all monarchs throughout history......

It cannot be said that there is none; it can only be said that it is indeed harder to maintain than for ordinary people.

What should we do?

What should we do?

Just thinking about having to stand at the starting point of a child's birth, watching them walk toward their destined desolate dead end......

His heart truly feels some indescribable discomfort.

Fuchouzi fell silent again.

This silence was especially long.

Du Shanü looked left and right, then exchanged a glance with Chinu, both understanding the meaning in each other's eyes:

I don't know what illness this little Daoist is suffering from, but let him be?

Otherwise, they really couldn't manage the two of them!

Du Shanü scratched her brow, rose from the couch, while enjoying Chinu's service, she also quietly gave a few instructions.

Chinu bowed her head and lowered her brows, listening; her appearance and temperament were exceptionally gentle and kind, always ready to comply.

Morning light washes away the night, amidst all things right and wrong.

Not knowing what the Empress said with her honeyed words, the handsome man beside her, whose beauty could kill the crabapple blossoms before the courtyard, chuckled lightly and gently tugged at the Empress's ear.

Their figures stood extremely close, their breaths almost overlapping.

Fuchouzi lowered his eyes, not wanting to look, but by chance he caught sight of the two people's fearsome giant shadow cast upon the curtain.

Fuchouzi felt that shadow was somewhat familiar; after looking left and right, he finally figured out what it was——

It was a mouth stretched to its limit, ready at any moment to devour all things.

Fuchouzi did not know if the Empress had even a moment's thought of escaping her fate, but he guessed that cause and effect were already set, and destiny could not be avoided.

Outside the curtain, Du Shanü received a round of 'complaints' early in the morning; she was quite satisfied, grinning as she turned back, preparing to pull the still dazed Fuchouzi to have breakfast.

Who would have thought that this constantly mystic little Daoist, for some reason, seemed to have made a great decision.

On that wrinkled doll-like face, the boundless anxiety gradually settled into solemnity; he suddenly lifted his eyes and, word by word, said to her:

"...... Let me think of a way."

Du Shanü didn't understand, and froze for a moment:

"What?"

Early in the morning, is there anything she can actually understand!

If a few more talents like this were to appear under her tent, she would truly go mad!

Before him was the Empress's gaze, which could be called eerie, but Fuchouzi this time remained calm, even finally bearing a trace of an otherworldly master's demeanor.

He lifted his golden crown and mysterious mirror, rose, looked at the two bewildered people before him, and gently said again:

"...... Let me come, let me think of a way again."

"Although I don't know if it will succeed, I truly cannot just watch......"

He cannot just watch, for the Empress's child would die before his eyes.

Even, it would be death by starvation, which he fears the most.

He has always felt his will steadfast, able to exhaust all means for the sake of all living beings.

But, if it were for a poor child who never got to drink a mouthful of warm cow's milk in his whole life......

He occasionally also wanted to slightly divert his mind.

He cannot let that child die on Black Feather Mountain.

Or rather, at least he cannot let that child be starved to death alive.

?? This is the variable the author spoke of! Finally got to this plot point~