A hazy atmosphere covers the Shenxuan Academy standing in the jungle.
In the Shura Hall on the ninth floor of the Martial Arts Palace, Yu Siming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyelashes slightly drooped, and his eyes looked particularly lonely.
He smiled bitterly, and his pair of beautiful, demon-like eyes seemed to dim in an instant, like gems covered with dust.
There was even overwhelming sadness.
At this time, a sigh came faintly, followed by a mocking voice: "I told you a long time ago that she doesn't want you anymore, but you still have to believe in the selfish human race."
That was the voice of Suzaku, one of the sacred beasts deep inside the monument.
"oh."
Yu Siming lowered his head in despair.
Suzaku shook his head.
...
Cold Moon Peak.
Chu Yue changed into clean clothes and returned to the house. The little baby was sitting in front of the screen, studying ink and writing. When she heard the door open and saw Chu Yue, her eyes widened and she shouted in a sweet voice.
"Mom, you are back."
Xiaobao tilted his head, his purple eyes shining brightly.
Her chubby little paws are still holding the pen holder, and she is sitting on the chair obediently and upright.
It is so clean that it is not stained with impurities, just like the most innocent elf in the jungle.
Chu Yue's mind was heavy and her anger hadn't dissipated, but when she saw the baby with a soft milk, she seemed to relax completely.
The little baby girl jumped down from the chair, moved her short legs "kick, kick, kick, kick" and came to Chu Yue. She spread her hands as hard as she could, "Beauty mother, I want to hug you~"
"good."
Chu Yue exhaled, hugged the baby in her arms, sat on the chair, and looked at the rice paper spread out on the desk.
Xiaobao was practicing writing recently, and Chu Yue's name was clearly written on it.
Chu Yue smiled, her brows becoming much gentler.
"Mom, did you go to fight?" Xiaobao sniffed in Chu Yue's arms, "It smells like blood."
"Well, we won the battle." Chu Yue reached out and scratched Xiaobao's little nose.
"Mom will never lose." Xiaobao grinned.
Chu Yue pinched his cheek and said, "Okay, never lose."
Xiaobao nestled in Chu Yue's arms, saw the letter on the table, and took it out, "Where did this come from?"
"It was sent by the emperor's uncle of Chang'an City."
Chu Yue opened the letter and couldn't help but smile.
It turned out that the Great Yan Dynasty and the Great Zhou Dynasty each returned the ownership rights of the five cities that once occupied the Shenwu Empire to Shenwu, and each sent envoys to sign a peace contract and would never start a war within three hundred years.
Over the years, Shenwu Kingdom has lost a total of thirty cities, and now there are still thirteen cities wandering outside.
However, with the booming situation of the Shenwu Empire, the people living in the cities taken away by other countries will at least no longer be in dire straits like before.
The corners of Chu Yue's lips raised slightly.
She wanted to take back all the thirty cities outside before Mu Qinghuang woke up, so that Mu Qinghuang could see a complete empire!
"Little Ye Zi, bring it to me to take a look."
Xuanyuan Xiu was like an ant on a hot pot, impatient.
Chu Yue threw the letter into Shennong's space, and Xuanyuan Xiu and the heads of the captured souls and resentful spirits gathered together to read the letter.
"Why is this little brat sending greetings to you, where is mine?"
Xuanyuan Xiu gritted his teeth: "You really have no filial piety!"
The corner of Chu Yue's mouth twitched suddenly, and she said speechlessly: "It seems that he doesn't know that you are still alive."
"oh......"
Xuanyuan Xiu coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.
Some captured souls looked at Xuanyuan Xiu, their heads filled with doubts, wondering how they had lost to Xuanyuan Xiu back then. This was so unreliable.