A crystal clear cup hit Zhao Xingyan hard on the head, and soon blood seeped out of his dark hair.
Zhao Xingyan held an infant girl tightly in his arms, lowered his head to protect her, and said nothing. Even the wine gourd that he never left was thrown away several feet away.
The old man on the throne was furious and howled as if he was crazy: "Zhao Xingyan, you unfilial bastard, you have almost completely disgraced our Zhao family over the years, and today you brought back an evil creature born of living with a ghost.
Why do not you go to hell!"
The rest of the people in the hall all looked at Zhao Xingyan who was bowing his head in silence with expressions of gloating on his misfortune, and secretly rejoiced in their hearts.
Only a woman in luxurious clothes with tears on her face fell to her knees with a plop and cried: "Xingyan was also confused for a moment. Master, please calm down. If you want to punish me, just punish me!"
The old man picked up all the things at hand and threw them at Zhao Xingyan. Zhao Xingyan did not dare to dodge at all, so he had to use his body to protect the girl in his arms. After a few breaths, his whole body was covered with blood.
There are obvious or dark bloodstains and wounds.
The Zhao family is a practicing family that occupies one of the eight inner cities of Taichu. They are extremely well-informed, but they can't find where Zhao Xingyan went last night.
It wasn't until Zhao Xingyan appeared at the Xishui River holding the girl that the Zhao family's nightlong search for the eldest son gradually subsided.
When people from the Zhao family asked about the girl's origin, Zhao Xingyan hesitated and couldn't tell her. However, under the rumors intentionally or unintentionally by a few servants in green clothes that day, the girl gradually became the child of Zhao Xingyan and a ghost on the Xishui River.
The people of the Zhao family can't even raise their heads in the ancient city of Taichu.
After cursing for a long time, the old man seemed a little tired. He sighed, looked at the bruised Zhao Xingyan with hatred, and shouted: "Get out of here, don't embarrass yourself here!"
When Zhao Xingyan walked to the palace gate, the old man's voice came to him again.
"Go to the Zhao family's inner palace and find Manager Zhao Shi to pick up a few old maids who have given birth to children, then get out."
Zhao Xingyan's gloomy eyes trembled, but without looking back, he whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "Thank you, Master."
…
Another nightmare.
Zhao Yinyue opened her eyes and looked out through the window lattice. The everlasting moonlight shone down, casting a layer of silver light on the table and bed in the attic.
After getting off the bed, the girl slowly opened the wooden door of the attic. After hesitating for a moment, the girl walked towards another attic dozens of feet away in the darkness.
Although she was only five or six years old at this time, she was unusually sensible.
But even so, because of his humble status, he was still bullied within the main line of the Zhao family.
"Father, please."
Zhao Yinyue spoke softly.
The door slowly opened, and Zhao Xingyan's tired face came into view.
"Are you having nightmares again?" Zhao Xingyan stroked the girl's hair with his generous palm, and sighed self-reproaching, "It's all because of your father's fault that you have suffered so much. Just sleep here. I'm here."
I'll keep a vigil outside the door for you."
For some reason, Zhao Yinyue's physique can easily attract the Yin Qi from heaven and earth. Over time, these Yin Qi from heaven and earth turn into nightmares and sneak into the depths of her soul. They turn into horrific dreams in the middle of the night, corroding and tormenting her mind.
A few years ago, Zhao Xingyan finally ignited the fifth-level inner fire and broke into the realm of inner fire tracing the mysteries. He originally had a great opportunity to enter the practice of Taiyu Shengzong, and his future was limitless.
But for Zhao Yinyue, he waited outside his door almost every night, sucking all the Yin Qi from heaven and earth into his body, and his whole body was completely useless. Only a fifth-grade heart fire remained unextinguished, barely keeping it alive.
The final cultivation level of the first stage of entering the Xuan Dynasty.
Over the past few years, Zhao Xingyan's soul has gradually become dusty under the erosion of the Yin Qi of heaven and earth, and he already has some signs of dementia.
The girl stood quietly on the spot, her clear eyes filled with mist at some point.
…
"You are a lowly thing, not even a human being. You deserve to enjoy the food of the Spiritual Valley!"
A girl in luxurious clothes twisted Zhao Yinyue's arm hard and knocked her directly to the ground.
Zhao Yinyue ignored the severe pain in her arm and looked up at the bowl of spiritual rice that the girl had thrown into the soil. She crawled over tremblingly and grabbed the spiritual rice mixed with the soil into the bowl again.
A forged shoe with gold embroidery thread appeared in front of me, stepped on Zhao Yinyue's pale and slender fingers mercilessly, and crushed it hard several times.
Zhao Yinyue lowered her head, her delicate little face already covered with tears. From time to time, there was a heartbreaking pain in her fingers, but she still resisted and did not make a sound.
The gorgeous girl lowered her head and looked at Zhao Yinyue's scattered black hair and crystal clear white earlobes. She became more and more jealous in her heart. She kicked Zhao Yinyue hard on the left side of his face and said bitterly: "Bitch."
Are people born so lowly just to seduce men? That’s right, your mother is an extremely lewd and lowly ghost, and you little bitch won’t be much better even if you think about it!”
"stop!"
A clear man's voice reached her ears, and the luxurious girl looked up. A young man in silk clothes walked over quickly, glanced at Zhao Yinyue on the ground, and bent down to help him up.
"It turns out it's Young Master Ji," the girl snorted, "Young Master Ji is a guest in the Zhao family, so I'll give you a small favor and spare this little bitch for now."
Ji Hong turned a deaf ear to her harsh words and just stared blankly at the girl in the snow-white dress, stunned.
Zhao Yinyue brushed Ji Hong's arm away, squatted down and picked up the spiritual rice in the soil one by one into the bowl, and then left here without looking back.
…
Zhao Xingyan's turbid eyes looked at the dirty girl in white clothes in front of him, and he kept making "ho ho" sounds in his mouth.
Zhao Yinyue rinsed the rice in the bowl several times and gently fed it into Zhao Xingyan's mouth one spoon at a time.
"Yue... Yue'er, eat... eat." Zhao Xingyan pointed at the few spiritual rice left in the bowl with trembling hands.
The girl shook her head, with a smile on her lips, and said: "I have eaten."
Under the erosion of the Yin Qi of heaven and earth, the eldest son of the Zhao family has almost lost all his sanity. Now the only person he can barely recognize is Zhao Yinyue in front of him.
…
Sixteenth year since leaving the country.
"Li'er, when your true spirit memory awakens, you will be able to break through five realms in a row, go through the three tribulations, and be in the Three Catastrophes Taiyi True Realm. At that time, you will be eligible to go to the East China Sea of Dongsheng Divine Continent and enter Zhaoming Mountain
I have devoted myself to practice in order to..."
The muttering echoed vaguely in her ears, and Zhao Yinyue opened her eyes, her eyes full of confusion.
In recent days, a soft female voice always comes into my mind, but her words are never finished, as if the opportunity has not really come yet.