My mother is the white moonlight of the cultivation world.

The hustle and bustle of the banquet gradually subsided, and the guests left in twos and threes, while the lights in the garden also thinned out.

Hua Yue was getting a little bored while waiting. Just then, a servant dressed in the Hua family's attire quietly approached her and whispered, "Miss Hua, my master requests your presence."

Hua Yue's heart stirred slightly. She gave Ye Zhen and the other person a look that meant they should go first. Then she followed the servant, passing through winding corridors, around artificial hills and green bamboo, and arrived at a magnificent main hall.

The palace doors were tightly shut, and the lanterns under the eaves cast a warm yellow glow, stretching the shadows of those standing in front of the doors long.

It's Hua Xiaochun.

He stood alone before the palace, his back to her. The night breeze stirred his plain robes, his figure elegant and graceful, like a jade tree standing still.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly turned around, his face bearing the same gentle smile as at the banquet. He pushed open the heavy palace door and gestured for Hua Yue to enter.

"Yue'er, you've come."

The hall was brightly lit, and a long table in the center was filled with all kinds of exquisite pastries and desserts, a dazzling array that filled the air with their aroma.

Hua Xiaochun walked to the table, picked up a plate of osmanthus cake, and handed it to her, her voice tinged with nostalgia: "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I had someone prepare some of the things Zhishuang loved to eat when she was little."

Hua Yue looked at the desserts, then at the gentle and refined man before her. All the doubts, speculations, and a hint of anticipation that had been building up in her heart all surged up and got stuck in her throat.

She had many questions to ask.

Regarding his mother, the Hua family, and his remarks.

Hua Xiaochun seemed to see through her eagerness, and instead of urging her, he led her to sit down on a soft couch, poured her a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of her.

The aroma of tea carries a calming and soothing power.

"Take your time, there's no rush, there's plenty of time." He said softly, sitting down opposite him with unhurried movements, as if everything in the world should follow such a leisurely pace.

Hua Yue picked up her teacup, looked at the man in front of her, and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

His deliberate and unhurried nature was the complete opposite of his mother's fiery and impatient temperament. Perhaps... his mother's impatience was forced upon her by her slow-paced older brother?

Once this thought came to her mind, the tension in her heart eased considerably.

Seeing that her expression had relaxed, Hua Xiaochun slowly opened her mouth, and her first words were like a thunderbolt.

"Zhi Shuang... because she possesses the bloodline of a god, she has been exceptionally gifted since childhood, far surpassing ordinary people."

"Unfortunately..." He changed the subject, a complex emotion creeping into his gentle eyes, "And precisely because of this, it's almost impossible for her to have her own child."

What?

Hua Yue's hand holding the teacup trembled suddenly, and the tea almost spilled.

Her mind went blank as she stared at Hua Xiaochun in disbelief.

Is it impossible to have children?

So... who am I?

Could it be that I am really not my mother's biological child?

The color drained from her face instantly, and she froze completely.

Seeing her frightened expression, a hint of amusement flashed in Hua Xiaochun's eyes. He suddenly chuckled softly, as if a child had successfully pulled off a prank.

"Rest assured, you are indeed Zhishuang's child, there is no doubt about that."

Hua Yue: "..."

She looked at him speechlessly. Sure enough, in this respect, he was exactly the same as his mother; they both liked to play tricks on people at crucial moments.

Hua Xiaochun's smile deepened before she slowly explained, "In order to possess you, she may have made a deal with some beings in the divine realm... or perhaps with some beings in the demon realm."

transaction?

Making a deal with gods and demons?

This information was so shocking that Hua Yue felt like her brain couldn't keep up.

She always thought she was just an ordinary time traveler, but she never expected that there was such a shocking secret hidden behind her birth.

She composed herself and asked the most crucial question: "Then... how did you confirm that I am that child?"

Before she finished speaking, Hua Xiaochun already understood what she meant.

"Because, the fleeting years are commemorated with the orchid."

Seeing the confusion on Hua Yue's face, he continued to explain, "To be honest, it might be a bit underhanded. The Flower Goddess has an extremely special preference for descendants with the bloodline of the Hua family. Only those with the bloodline of the Hua family can successfully cultivate the Shaoguang Sacrifice Orchid in the secret realm."

"So, this trial may have been prepared for you from the very beginning."

He said frankly, "Of course, in order to prevent others from leaving empty-handed, many other ancient flower seeds, of equally high quality, have also been placed in the secret realm. It's not a bad deal for them."

Hua Yue suddenly realized.

It turned out to be the case.

The real purpose of this sensational competition in Hundred Flowers City was not to select any Flower Fairy.

The fact that she could give birth to the Shaoguang Jisui Orchid is enough to prove that the blood flowing in her veins is that of the Hua family.

"Go see your grandparents." Hua Xiaochun stood up, looking at her gently. "They...miss you very much."

Hua Yue nodded, suppressing the turbulent thoughts in her heart, and followed Hua Xiaochun deeper into the main hall.

Passing through a screen painted with a hundred flowers, there is a more elegant warm pavilion behind it.

Before she even got close, Hua Yue saw two figures inside.

An elderly man, tall and burly, paced back and forth anxiously with his hands behind his back, the floorboards creaking under his feet.

The other woman was a beautiful woman, still charming and elegant, dressed in a simple long dress. She sat calmly at the table, but the lid of the white jade teacup in her hand was scraping against the rim of the cup at a very high frequency, making a soft "sizzling" sound, yet she had not drunk a drop of tea.

When Hua Yue appeared at the door, both of them stopped moving at the same time.

The burly man suddenly turned around, his tiger-like eyes staring straight at him, filled with excitement. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to rush forward immediately, but he held back, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground.

The beautiful woman also put down her teacup, stood up, and her beautiful eyes, which were very similar to Hua Zhishuang's, were fixed on Hua Yue, filled with affection and nervousness like that of someone returning home.

"cough."

Seeing his son stroll in slowly, Hua Cunhou couldn't help but glare at him and complain, "You're so slow! Do you know how long we've waited to see Zhishuang's child!"

His voice was loud and clear, with the roughness of a martial artist, but the urgency in his words was obvious.

Lin Huaisu, standing to the side, looked helplessly at her son and sighed, "You two siblings, one slow-paced and the other impatient, if only you could balance each other out, that would be wonderful."

Hua Xiaochun ignored her parents' complaints and simply walked aside, leaving them alone.

The two elderly people no longer cared about their stubborn eldest son.

Lin Huaisu strode forward, handling her with the care of someone who had been lost and found a priceless treasure. She reached out to embrace Hua Yue, but stopped mid-air, afraid of startling her granddaughter whom she had never met before.

In the end, it was Hua Cunhou, this burly man, who couldn't hold back any longer.

He strode forward, not caring if he might frighten her, and pulled Hua Yue into his arms. The embrace wasn't gentle; it was even somewhat clumsy, and trembled slightly.

"My good child...my good child..."

Hot tears fell unexpectedly onto Hua Yue's shoulder. The former head of the Hua family was crying like a child.

"Let your grandfather see... all these years, you must have suffered countless hardships out there!"

Lin Huaisu's eyes also reddened. He stepped forward and hugged her tightly, his warm hands stroking her back, his voice choked with emotion.

"Look at you, child, you've become so thin..."

Feeling this long-overdue warm embrace, and hearing the sincere, tearful concern in her ear, Hua Yue's carefully constructed facade of strength crumbled quietly at this moment.

Her eyes welled up with tears, which flowed uncontrollably.