Duanmu Qingchen was delighted after hearing this: "Dad! Really!"
When Emperor Cheng heard Duanmu Qingchen call him "father", he felt a little sweet in his heart, and felt relaxed and comfortable. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at Duanmu Qingchen softly, waving at him: "Come, let's have a good chat today."
Duanmu Qingchen was a little nervous when he saw Emperor Cheng's sudden change of attitude. He was usually quite bold and always made Emperor Cheng angry and threw memorials, but now he was restrained.
He also put away the cynical look on his face and sat next to Emperor Cheng.
Emperor Cheng looked at the calm lake under the autumn moon in front of him and asked: "Have you ever seen Sanniang when you went to Jiumen?"
Duanmu Qingchen was immediately shocked when he heard this. His father actually mentioned Sanniang! There were so many people in the Nine Gates, but he only mentioned Sanniang! Could it be...
This is the rhythm of a scandal!
Duanmu Qingchen looked at Emperor Cheng cautiously: "Dad, do you... know Sanniang?"
Emperor Cheng looked calm, and turned back to look at Duanmu Qingchen: "I have seen this before, tell me... No, it's your father, are you bewitched by Sanniang?"
Duanmu Qingchen's beautiful peach blossom eyes immediately opened wide, and electric thoughts flashed in his mind. He immediately shook his head: "Sanniang... is quite beautiful, but... still not as interesting as Miss Lian." When Duanmu Qingchen mentioned Lian Youyou, his smile rose uncontrollably.
Emperor Cheng's face darkened: "So, you are infatuated with that Miss Lian?"
Duanmu Qingchen was stunned. In an instant, Heiyan's warning words passed through his heart, like a cold knife on the back of his neck.
He secretly took a breath: "Hiss... Dad, Miss Lian... I'm a little scared... I... prefer being with her... as friends. I've never thought of marrying her as my concubine." He looked at his father, Emperor Cheng, to test the extent of his father's permission for him to have a relationship with Lian Youyou.
When Emperor Cheng saw his son's awe-filled expression, he immediately felt relieved. He really thought too much. His son was not as obsessed with the women of the Nine Gates as he was back then.
He smiled with relief and pride, and nodded to Duanmu Qingchen: "You are right. Dad can tell Sanniang..." Emperor Cheng paused, and a trace of pain still passed through his heart uncontrollably, "It's already two hundred years old."
Duanmu Qingchen was immediately dumbfounded: "Dad, what did you say? Dad?!" Duanmu Qingchen's expression was just like that of a second-generation rich kid.
Emperor Cheng sighed softly, turned around and looked into the distance again: "The Nine Gates will be yours sooner or later, don't be obsessed with any woman in the Nine Gates, because... they... are not human. And that Lian Youyou... I don't even know her identity..." Emperor Cheng frowned, his face showing awe.
If what Yao Guang said was true, and this Lian Youyou was a true god from the upper realm, then he couldn't afford to offend her! If what Yao Guang said was true, even if he was also the reincarnation of the Star Lord Ziweixing, but if he went to heaven, what would happen if Lian Youyou's god rank was higher than his
Emperor Cheng suddenly became depressed. How could Yao Guang invite a god into the house? It is easier to invite a god than to send him away.
Duanmu Qingchen stared blankly at Chengdi's reminiscing expression, secretly surprised. The Sanniang that he had taken a fancy to at first sight was actually 200 years old! Moreover, she was not even a human!
He withdrew his gaze with a sigh and turned away silently. In fact, he already knew that Lian Youyou was not a human being.
How can a person keep a talking black cat
How could anyone possibly take them to see the underworld
How could people possibly cram all the people from the Nine Gates into a small room that looked like the size of a toilet
However, Duanmu Qingchen had never thought about Lian Youyou's identity, or... what race? Since he liked her in his heart, why should he care? He lamented that he was not worthy of such a magical woman like Lian Youyou. What should he, Duanmu Qingchen, do to leave some traces in Lian Youyou's heart and make Lian Youyou care about him
Unexpectedly, Duanmu Qingchen, who claimed to be an expert in love affairs, could not attract Lian Youyou's attention at all.
Standing next to Lian Youyou, he, the prince of the Qian Dynasty, felt insignificant. He, the future emperor, was just a mere mortal.
He, the prince of the Qian Dynasty who had no worries about women, fell into the sadness of secret love and one-sided love...
In the boundless underworld, dark fog is lingering.
The ground is full of evil obstacles and insects, and miasma is everywhere.
Lian Youyou and Lin Tingjun walked in the underworld. The silence of the underworld was like the sound of their footsteps, swallowed up by this world.
"Dang... Dang... "Gradually, the faint sound of chains came from the dark fog, and a number of slender black bridges appeared faintly in the dark fog ahead.
Bridges were lined up in front of the fog. Looking to the left, the black bridges were endless. Looking to the right, the black bridges were still endless.
Underworld messengers wearing black cloaks, who looked like Wuxin, carried long strings of souls toward the endless black bridges. The chains strung together wailing souls, few of which were in normal human form, but all were grotesque with terrifying faces.
The cold air was filled with a bitter and sad taste, as if every breath I took could smell the pain and sorrow of these dead souls. They were tortured in the underworld, suffering far more pain than they had inflicted on others in the human world, and these pains made them unable to live or die.
Every day, every moment, every second, these pains are tormenting them, day after day, year after year, without end, just like the black iron bridges in front of them, leading to nowhere.
The underworld messenger led them onto the long black bridges. This was only the first step towards the afterlife. How long it would take would depend on the hatred that the souls of the dead who had been tortured by them had for them.
If they let go of their hatred, they could move forward faster on this path.
Mortals think too highly of the underworld, believing that they can leave after being punished. But if hell is comfortable, why would they be in a hurry to reincarnate? Only when they have been tortured and are in unbearable pain will they seek to be freed as soon as possible and reincarnate.
Under the black iron bridge is a cold miasma that looks like a sea of clouds.
The miasma rolled and surged, and from time to time there were painful and piercing wails. Huge dragon-like miasma flew below, and when they rushed upward, black sharp thorns suddenly jumped out from under the black bridge and pierced them. They howled and fell back into the sea of miasma below.
This is the Bridge over the River Styx.
"The miasma is so heavy." Lin Tingjun stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the Styx below which was almost reaching the bridge.
Lian Youyou raised her eyebrows: "Well... This seems like a great catastrophe is about to happen in the human world. Hehe, we just happened to catch it." Lian Youyou actually grinned, looking like she was waiting to see a good show in the human world.
Lin Tingjun turned his head and touched his chin: "Is it because of the upcoming catastrophe that Xiao Chuanchuan was lazy and slept? Like me?" He put on an extremely serious expression. (To be continued)