He had just been reborn when he was imprisoned by his nemesis, the Empress?

As Shen Yunshu listened to his soft pleading, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

You're really going to torture Master to death...

She steadied herself, raised her hand to stroke Xu Yi's hair, and made up a lame excuse to decline.

"No, children will faint if they are kissed too much."

Xu Yi sensed that Shen Yunshu was already extremely embarrassed, so he stopped pressing the matter.

"Okay~"

Anyway, there's still plenty of time, so we can finish it slowly.

Shen Yunshu held him tightly in her arms, feeling the warmth of his small body, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Yi'er...please don't do this anymore, okay?

If this continues, the delicate balance I've painstakingly maintained between master and disciple will completely collapse.

......

Two days later at noon, the sun shone warmly on the sect's courtyard.

Shen Yunshu went to the main hall to hold a meeting of the sect's elders. In the huge courtyard, only Shen Qingyao and Xu Yi remained.

Xu Yi carried a small stool and sat by the Spirit Pool, holding half a slice of chilled watermelon in his arms, eating it slowly.

Shen Qingyao yawned widely and slowly walked out of the study on the west side.

I spotted a small figure by the pool, head down, eating.

She couldn't help but step forward and casually ruffle his hair.

"Why is it that every time I see you, you're chewing something? You're never still."

"When you grow up, you'll be so fat no one will want you~"

Xu Yi didn't even look up, but moved aside slightly, his tone tinged with impatience.

"Could you please stop touching my head? In the slum where I used to live, touching someone's head was considered a provocation."

Shen Qingyao raised an eyebrow, not only not withdrawing her hand, but instead kneading it even harder, her tone carrying a hint of mischief.

"I touched it, so what? You brat, quickly call me 'Uncle-Master' and let me hear it."

Xu Yi immediately put down the watermelon, reached into his pocket and took out the communication jade pendant given to him by Shen Yunshu, preparing to call for help.

"Okay, you wait."

Shen Qingyao's expression changed drastically, and she quickly reached out to stop him, beginning to soften her stance.

"Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, don't tell my sister."

Xu Yi raised his chin and arrogantly made his demands.

"Call him Brother Yi."

Shen Qingyao instantly bristled, hands on her hips, glaring at him.

"What did you say, brat? I'm your martial uncle!"

"Even if my sister beats me to death today, I'll make you pay!"

Seeing this, Xu Yi knew the other party was serious, so he grabbed the melon rind beside him, threw it on the ground, and immediately ran out of the yard.

Shen Qingyao didn't really fight back; she simply picked up a slender branch and chased after him.

Occasionally, he would gently tap Xu Yi's back and buttocks with a twig, just for fun.

But after knocking seven or eight times, a faint spiritual energy emanated from the air in front of Xu Yi, and a tall and beautiful figure materialized out of thin air.

The woman was dressed in a flowing, ethereal blue dress, which shimmered with light as she moved, its hem cascading down like billowing blue mist.

Her long, black hair was styled into an exquisite updo, adorned with a phoenix hairpin with pearls and a golden hair ornament.

Two strands of soft hair fell beside her temples, further highlighting her ethereal and otherworldly beauty.

When Shen Qingyao saw who it was, the arrogance on her face immediately vanished.

He tossed the branch aside with a grin and stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back.

Shen Yunshu stepped forward, bent down and steadily picked up Xu Yi, wiping the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth with her fair fingertips.

He turned his head and glanced at Shen Qingyao sideways, his eyes filled with a faint reproach.

Xu Yi immediately buried his face in the warm crook of her neck and gently rubbed against it.

"Master, my uncle always bullies me and even hits me with a tree branch."

Shen Yunshu gently patted his back, soothing him in a soft voice.

"Yi'er, today is your martial aunt's birthday. Can you be more lenient with her? Don't hold a grudge against your martial aunt."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yi immediately nodded obediently.

"good......"

Shen Qingyao's face was filled with disbelief as she murmured.

"Huh? Is today my birthday?"

She had been wandering around every day for over a hundred years and hadn't celebrated her birthday since; she had even forgotten it herself.

I never expected that my sister, who was always aloof and taciturn, would have kept this in her heart all this time.

Thinking of this, her nose tingled and her eyes reddened slightly.

My sister still remembers, sob sob... she cares about me.

Xu Yi tilted his head and added, feigning innocence, "..."

"Congratulations, Uncle-Master, on getting another year older."

"You little devil! What did you say?"

Shen Qingyao was so angry that she lost her composure and was about to rush over and pinch his cheek.

Shen Yunshu immediately pulled Xu Yi into her arms, stepped between the two, and gently smoothed things over.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing."

"I've prepared a century-old ice-skin jade dew cake, a soul-nourishing peach wine, and your favorite osmanthus cake from when you were young. I've put them all in your room."

"How about I personally make you a longevity cake tonight?"

Shen Qingyao instantly calmed down, her eyes slightly reddening, and she hugged Shen Yunshu and Xu Yi tightly.

"Oh... my older sister is so nice."

Shen Yunshu glanced at Xiao Xuyi, who was sandwiched in the middle, and quickly patted her back.

"Release it quickly, or Yi'er will suffocate."

Xu Yi didn't feel particularly suffocated, because Shen Qingyao's figure was a bit flat, and she didn't have her sister's excellent genes at all. It was still more comfortable in his master's arms.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but gently rub against Shen Yunshu's chest, indulging in that smooth and soft feel.

......

That evening, watching Shen Qingyao, who was drunk and sitting on the roof beam singing alone, Xu Yi couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Does this woman look even a bit like a quasi-Emperor?

He stared at the remaining spirit wine on the table, rolled his dark eyes, and then looked up at Shen Yunshu with feigned innocence.

"Master, my uncle seemed to be enjoying this very much. May I have a sip?"

Shen Yunshu's face darkened, and he immediately reached out and pressed down on the wine pot, his tone becoming somewhat stern.

"No! Children absolutely cannot drink this, do you understand?"

Shen Yunshu's expression changed slightly. She immediately moved the wine pot a little further away and gently pressed her fingertips against his forehead.

This spirit wine has an extremely high concentration of spiritual energy and alcohol content. Even children at the Yuanfu Realm will become intoxicated and faint after drinking it, and it may even damage their bodies.

Yi'er is already six years old, how could he not even recognize alcohol?

Oh right... How could I forget? Yi'er was all alone before she met me.

I've never taken out alcohol in front of him before, so who could teach him to do that?

Thinking of these things, Shen Yunshu's heart softened instantly, and her eyes became several times gentler.

Shen Yunshu softened her tone and gently coaxed him.

"Yi'er, this child really shouldn't drink it... Tell me, what should Master do to make you stop drinking it?"

"Hmm...then..."

Xu Yi immediately stopped making a fuss, stretched out his chubby little finger, and pointed steadily at his little mouth.

"Kiss me... kiss me here just one more time, and I won't touch alcohol again."