"The people of the Dragon Clan are getting more and more excessive, and they must be annoyed by these things." The man next to her glanced at the huge golden palace gate, and said in a low voice, "It's normal for a child to be in a bad mood. You say you, Daddy!" What are you doing all the way here?"
The white jade bricks under his feet were all wet from the rain, and circles of rainwater meandered on the bricks, making them wet.
"Impossible." The woman frowned slightly, and her temples swayed slightly. She raised her eyes and looked at the golden carved gate with a cold expression. Man, doesn’t he take care of everything one by one?”
"Have you ever seen him like this? It has been raining for four days." The woman closed her eyes lightly and said in a deep voice.
"Heavenly Monarch, Empress, Godly Monarch let you in." Qing Wu pushed the door and came out, bent slightly, and said respectfully to the two.
The woman nodded slightly, lifted her skirt slightly, stepped on the steps made of white jade, and entered.
When they entered, Yunhe still maintained the original posture, leaning there reading a book, and heard someone coming in, without raising his head, he raised his hand and turned a page of the book, his voice was cold and calm, "Tianjun and Niangniang Come, welcome if you are far away."
The woman walked in without changing her expression, and without waiting for Yunhe to speak, she found a place to sit down by herself.
The man following the woman froze slightly after hearing this, but after a moment, he returned to normal, walked up to the woman and sat down.
"You two are really rare visitors." Yunhe lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on the pages of the book, he was very absorbed in reading, and he didn't greet them, and said directly, "Come here all the way. What's the matter?"
"What's the matter?" The woman looked around, she raised her head, her eyes fell on the snow-white cloud floating in the corner, her eyes changed slightly, "I want to ask His Majesty what's the matter."
In the last sentence, her voice suddenly rose, and her tone was very sharp.
Yunhe paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and continued reading.
He was no longer afraid of such a sharp tone.
"Oh, don't shout, you and the child have a good talk." The man beside him trembled in fright, carefully glanced at the god who was sitting there, stretched out his hand and tugged at the woman's golden sleeve, and persuaded.
"Child? How old is he to have a baby?" The woman pulled out her sleeves, stood up abruptly, and stretched out her hand directly to the soft cotton clouds floating in the corner of the roof, "He's a god! Controlling your mood is also a must!" Responsibility lies!"
"Hiss—" The soft cloud let out a painful sound like a sob, it was sucked by the woman at a very fast speed, and the color became thinner in an instant.
The man next to the woman hadn't reacted yet, but Yunhe raised his eyes at the same time. He looked at the cloud that was about to disperse in color, his breath tightened, and his pupils shrank sharply.
—I, together with my heart, send it to the god.
The young man's laughter looped endlessly in his ears, and Yun He felt as if his brain was going to explode, and the pain was so painful that his ears were full of buzzing sounds.
Before he could react, the book in his hand had already been thrown towards the woman. The book spun a few times in the air, and the corner directly hit the white wrist.
"My lady, what are you doing here? I've come to my Heavenly God Palace for my business?" Yunhe looked at the softness that was slowly floating up after being let go, and he took a deep breath, looking at the woman with gloomy eyes.