Chapter 344: Still Kneeling to Serve?

In her mind, she marked Ye Qingran with a big X.

Fu Er didn't know that the two little ones already had good foundations, and during this period, under Ye Qingran's feeding of various medicinal powders and pills, their bodies became incredibly strong, still a little furnace unafraid of the cold wind.

Half an hour quickly passed.

Ye Qingran slowly woke up.

"How's the drawing coming along?"

"Mother, I'm done!" Xiao Hu was the first to raise a hand, like a well‑behaved little student.

"Mother, take a look." Xiao Hu waddled over, bringing his drawing.

Xiao Hu probably hasn't drawn much before, having almost no technique. Yet his imagination is abundant.

The picture shows, beneath an Abyss, in the darkness‑surrounded center, a bright place where many people are drawn.

One figure has cow horns, tall and burly, and another has a tiger's face, fierce and terrifying...

Ye Qingran's eyes flickered slightly.

She instantly recognized those two in the drawing as the Niu Mo Wang Da Shu and Tiger Demon King Aunt that Mo Xiaohu often mentions.

As for the place they are in, it is clearly Mo Yuan.

Ye Qingran had heard of Mo Yuan, but had never been there.

Mo Yuan is a forbidden land; rumors say it houses the most vicious ancient Demon Race remnants. No one speaks of Mo Yuan without turning pale.

Before, she didn't know the full picture, so she offered no comment. Now, looking at Xiao Hu, she knows the rumors are unreliable. If Mo Yuan were truly such a wretched place, how could it have produced Xiao Hu's pure and lovely temperament?

"It seems we must go to Mo Yuan for a visit," to properly thank the people from Mo Yuan who adopted and taught Xiao Hu.

Han Xing Leng Yue also gathered over, seeing themselves on the picture.

They couldn't help but have reddened eyes, their hearts full of emotion.

It turned out Xiao Hu had already taken them as family.

In the very center of the drawing, four people stand out the most.

One of them is her, the two children—obviously Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen—no doubt about that. However, what surprised Ye Qingran was that the man representing Xiao Hu's father had no face.

Ye Qingran's hand gripping the paper tightened, her fingertips turning slightly white, and she felt a pang of heartache.

This blank face embodies a child's imagination of a father she has never met.

Because she has never seen him, his appearance is filled with limitless possibilities.

Overcome with guilt, Ye Qingran bent down, cradled Xiao Hu in her arms, and kissed his forehead.

"Xiao Hu, mother promises you, you'll be able to see father soon, okay?"

Xiao Hu's eyes flashed with anticipation, but he said nonchalantly, "Mother, I'm not in a hurry."

Ye Qingran felt a sour sting at the tip of her nose. In a previous life, she must have saved the galaxy, otherwise how could there be such a sensible child?

In the shadows, Fu Er's face showed an even stronger look of contempt.

This child must be the offspring of Ye Qingran and that Wild Man, right?

He already has his own child, so why does he still cling to the young master? It must be that the child's father lacks power and ability. Hence, Ye Qingran resorts to any means, trying to climb the branch and become a phoenix!

It must be like that!

Ye Qingran, you truly are a shameless woman!

"Wuwu~" a sob came from nearby.

The crowd looked and saw Xiao Huihui clutching its head with its wings, sobbing.

"Xiao Huihui, why are you crying?" Mo Xiaohu asked, puzzled.

"Wuwu, little master forgot to draw me," Xiao Huihui said, almost dying of heartbreak.

The little master didn't draw it, not treating it as a house bird; to it, that was like a bolt from the blue!

Mo Xiaohu would never forget Xiao Huihui.

This little sparrow has been in his life since he can remember; they have accompanied each other for four years.

"I didn't."

Xiao Huihui looked aggrieved, and around Xiao Xia's eyes hung a tear, "But Xiao Huihui didn't see herself."

"That's it!" Xiao Hu pointed to the top of the drawing.

Behold, above Mo Yuan, under the azure sky, a supremely noble phoenix spread its wings, its plumage dazzling with multicolored brilliance!

Reborn in fire, the phoenix cries across the nine heavens!

Xiao Huihui was dumbfounded.

This... is it?

When did it become so imposing?

"Xiao Huihui, you often say you're not a sparrow but a noble phoenix, right? So this is how I picture you in my mind."

"Wuwu~"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Huihui cried even more fiercely.

"Little master, I didn't expect you to be so kind to me. Xiao Huihui is almost moved to death~"

The crowd: "......"

It always has a reason to cry.

Ye Qingran looked at Xiao Hu, her eyes full of admiration.

How could anyone not love her Xiao Hu?

"Mother, I've finished too!" Fu Qianchen also put down his brush at this moment.

"Then Xiao Chen, bring your drawing over for mother to see!"

Fu Qianchen couldn't wait to hand his drawing to mother.

Ye Qingran glanced, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

Fu Qianchen's painting clearly showed more skill than Xiao Hu's.

The painting also showed some people Fu Qianchen considered family; aside from Han Xing Leng Yue and Fu San, she didn't recognize most of them.

They must be the people of Zhu Lu Summit.

As for their family of four, they were bound to take the center spot.

Unlike Xiao Hu's painting, the father figure was no longer unknown but definitely existed— that was Fu Hanxiu.

As for the two little ones, there was nothing particularly special about them.

As for her...

She occupied half the picture, seated like a queen on a throne, noble and icy, with a handsome man kneeling beside her, attending to her.

This person... was none other than Fu Hanxiu.

"Xing Er, Yue Er, look— your miss has made it big." One day I'll have the Emperor Sovereign of Zhu Lu Summit waiting on me.

Han Xing Leng Yue came over to look, then the corner of her mouth twitched.

How could she not be successful?

The Emperor Sovereign of Zhu Lu Summit is kneeling to serve you!

It goes without saying that, in Xiao Chen's mind, the status of father and mother differs greatly.

"Xiao Chen, why are you thinking of having your father kneel to serve me?"

Ye Qingran asked deliberately.

What?

Is Your Majesty serving Ye Qingran, or kneeling to serve her?

What beautiful dream is she having?

Fu Er flew into a rage upon hearing this. Your Majesty is the person he respects most, and the most noble person in the world— how could he possibly kneel to serve Ye Qingran?

Xiao Chen replied: "If Mother is willing to be with Father Lord, then it's Father Lord's blessing to have her; he naturally ought to cherish and dote on Mother."

Fu Er felt his head rush with blood upon hearing this.

This must be the idea Ye Qingran implanted in the young master!

Otherwise, with the young master's sense, how could he possibly say such an impractical thing?

If Ye Qingran agrees to be with Your Majesty, is that Your Majesty's blessing? Or could it not be that Ye Qingran cultivated blessings for tens of thousands of years?

That's going too far!

"Is that so? Mother thinks you make perfect sense— after all, a woman as outstanding as Mother is one of a kind in this world!"

Ugh~

Fu Er wanted to vomit.

Where does the woman from this tiny place get her confidence?