Chapter 111: What is the Heavenly Dao?

Pingxi Prince's Mansion, early in the morning, Yang Ye got up.

"Prince, go slow."

Deng Jian followed behind Yang Ye, constantly urging him to stop.

"This brat, the sun's already up, and he's still getting up; I need to go urge him."

Yang Ye spoke, his face full of excitement.

To him, this matter is a great joy.

Now Yang Jun is married, Pingxi Prince's Mansion can be considered to have an heir.

"Prince, the Heir Apparent and the Sixth Princess consummated last night; soon the Prince's Mansion will have offspring."

Deng Jian's words were pleasant to hear, and Yang Ye laughed heartily.

"That's right; for our Pingxi Prince's Mansion, this is a tremendous joy."

Yang Ye looked relieved and pleased, nodding repeatedly.

"But, Prince, is it inappropriate for you to go now?"

Deng Jian lowered his voice again and spoke.

"Oh?"

"The Heir Apparent and the Sixth Princess were exhausted last night; they likely haven't risen yet. If the Prince goes now, then…"

Deng Jian timely closed his mouth; Yang Ye hearing this wasn't angry, merely gave a slight smile and nodded.

"Go, fetch wine for this prince."

Yang Ye spoke while smiling, waved his hand, and walked toward the pavilion on the side.

"Ah?"

Deng Jian was momentarily stunned, but quickly came to his senses, answered, and hurriedly turned and left.

Moments later, in the pavilion, Yang Ye leaned against a pillar, sitting with a wine jar in his arms.

The morning wind rose; a falling leaf drifted down and landed exactly on Yang Ye's head.

After a long while, in Yang Jun's room, having enjoyed a night of bliss, Yang Jun also felt content.

To him, this was the best possible start.

He waited contentedly for Yun Xiyue.

Looking at Yun Xiyue as she was dressing, Yang Jun again smiled.

Although he could not truly and completely possess Yun Xiyue, this was enough.

However, this also left Yun Xiyue feeling somewhat guilty.

This was also an unexpected gain for Yang Jun; to make a woman wholly devoted, one must begin by making her feel guilty toward you.

Such things are truly what ought to be done.

Precisely because Yun Xiyue felt guilty toward Yang Jun, she gave her all last night to satisfy him and make him happy.

Now Yang Jun, while satisfied, also felt his legs weak.

It seems that this cultivation improvement still needs to continue.

Yang Jun, thinking of these things, unconsciously leaned back onto the bed.

Yun Xiyue was also very happy; at last she got her wish and married Yang Jun as his wife.

She now is Yang Jun's wife, the daughter-in-law of Prince Pingxi.

And the entire Pingxi Prince's Mansion is flourishing; yesterday's joy leaves everyone today still happy.

Finally, Yang Jun and Yun Xiyue left the room; shortly after, they saw Yang Ye in the pavilion.

"Father, what are you doing here?"

Yang Jun hurried over, letting out a soft call.

"You brat, come over quickly."

Upon seeing Yang Jun, Yang Ye immediately broke into a smile.

At this moment, he was full of joy.

"You, dress properly; besides, although your wife is beautiful, you must practice restraint."

Yang Ye's remark made Yang Jun grin sheepishly, merely adjusting his own clothes.

On the side, Yun Xiyue blushed, her pretty face turning red.

Although they had not yet taken that final step, in their hearts they each believed they belonged to the other.

After Yang Jun had tidied his clothes, Yang Ye then put his arm around Yang Jun's arm.

"You've grown up; from now on you'll be an adult with a family."

Yang Ye's words made Yang Jun inexplicably feel a sourness in his nose.

"Father, what were you just doing? Is there something?"

Yang Jun said this, crouched down, and rubbed Yang Ye's knees.

"Nothing much; the Sun-Shining God Emperor has died, they mourn nationwide, and internally there is still strife."

"Thus we should have ten years of peace."

"The west will see no more warfare."

Yang Ye spoke thus, feeling relieved, yet Yang Jun felt uneasy.

What else has Yun Fengyun done in this regard?

Precisely for this reason, Yang Jun now feels uneasy toward the emperor.

"Now, you're already married; you just need to hurry and produce a big grandson, then I can enjoy my blessings."

After saying this, Yang Ye laughed again.

Yang Jun looked at his own father; don't be fooled by how lightly he spoke, but Yang Jun understood that, given his father's nature, to suddenly let go of all this now was not easy.

In the book, Yang Ye led troops back to the capital to avenge his son.

However, Zhou Tian had long known that Yang Ye was faking his death, and had already made preparations to deal with Yang Ye.

Finally, he had Mo Qingyan impersonate Yang Jun, thereby threatening Yang Ye and forcing him to comply.

And Yun Fengyun was also applying pressure, urging Yang Ye to die; as long as Yang Ye died, he would guarantee Yang Jun a long life of a hundred years!

Finally, Prince Pingxi committed suicide to save his son.

However, Yang Jun also knew that, at that time, Prince Pingxi was furious.

"Only one of the Yang family can live—what gives you the right?"

Thinking back on these past events, Yang Jun let out another soft sigh.

"Right, it's time to serve the tea."

Yang Jun laughed and changed the subject, not letting the atmosphere remain so heavy.

Yun Xiyue held up the teacup, knelt before Yang Ye, and sweetly called out, "Father."

"Good, very good."

Yang Ye was excited, handing over the bracelet left by Yang Jun's mother to Yun Xiyue.

"Love belongs to both sides; it is mutual."

"Since we have made a choice, we should give each other the best."

"Xi Yue, Jun'er, you both remember this."

Yang Ye spoke, smiling.

Deng Jian was also laughing, though he occasionally turned away to wipe his tears.

The Heir Apparent had truly grown up, no longer the spoiled brat he once was, the one people mocked.

Now, in the Prince Pingxi's mansion, the Prince has returned, the Heir Apparent has also married, and everything is developing toward the best.

Yang Jun also gazed at all this, involuntarily revealing a hint of contemplation.

If things were to stay like this, with peaceful times, no strife, and tranquil enjoyment, how wonderful would that be?

To simply be a carefree and worry‑free heir—wouldn't that be great?

But worldly affairs have never been under our control.

The tree wishes for calm, but the wind does not cease; if you do not strike others, they will strike you.

Such matters, in this mortal world, are often like this.

It is not simply because you think it so that everything will be as you wish.

"Father, what is the Heavenly Way? Is the Heavenly Way fair?"

Several people took their seats, and Yang Jun gazed at his old father, Prince Pingxi, and asked in a low voice.

As for the so‑called Heavenly Way mentioned in the original work, does it truly exist?

Then, does this so‑called Heavenly Way truly bring fairness, and truly have the power to dictate everything?