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

Shen Yunshu opened his eyes, his tone indifferent.

"What do you think this is, some kind of mundane romance novel?"

"I am the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, a genuine Quasi-Emperor level expert. Who dares to treat me like that?"

Shen Qingyao, however, refused to give up.

"I mean, just in case, just in case the other party has a powerful background and is quite strong."

"I just don't like you, I hate you, my mother-in-law... Pah! Where's your respect for elders?"

Shen Yunshu's eyes were slightly cold, and his tone was indifferent.

"Then I will definitely make her disappear without a trace."

Shen Qingyao was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing, letting out a sigh of relief as she patted the water's surface.

"Then I'm relieved."

"I thought my silly older sister would endure anything and make concessions for Xu Yi, only to suffer in vain in the end."

She leaned closer, her eyes becoming serious, and her voice lowering.

"But to be honest, I still hope that you and Xu Yi can be together forever."

Shen Yunshu didn't speak, but simply closed her eyes and took a long breath.

I hope so too.

......

in the afternoon.

Unable to bear the loneliness, Shen Qingyao slipped out again to find a place to drink.

The vast sect leader's courtyard suddenly fell silent, leaving only Shen Yunshu and Xu Yi.

Several green bamboos are planted in the courtyard, and when the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rustle softly.

Shen Yunshu sat to one side, holding needle and thread and soft brocade fabric in her hands, quietly weaving with her eyes lowered.

Xu Yi walked in from outside the courtyard and immediately saw his master weaving clothes with his eyes lowered.

Xu Yi felt a warmth in his heart and couldn't help but quickly move forward, his small body close to hers, looking down at the unfinished clothes in her hands.

"Master, are you knitting clothes for me by hand again?"

Shen Yunshu looked up at him, then nodded slightly.

"Um."

Xu Yi glanced at the fine needlework between her fingers, a serious expression on his face.

"Master, you don't have to do this every time. Just buy me clothes from now on. Don't always knit them for me yourself."

Shen Yunshu paused, a hint of panic and unease flickering in her eyes, her fingers tightening slightly.

"What's wrong? Does Yi'er not like the clothes Master knitted?"

Her knitting skills weren't top-notch or particularly beautiful, but every stitch was made with care.

She would be a little disappointed if Yi'er didn't like it.

"Of course not."

Xu Yi quickly shook his head, afraid she would misunderstand, and immediately began to explain.

"I love the clothes that Master knits the most. They're more beautiful than anything else, but... it's such a waste of Master's time."

Shen Yunshu is a quasi-Emperor realm cultivator. She has spent far too much time on herself these past few years.

Xu Yi felt that Shen Yunshu only meditated and cultivated once every three days, which wasn't a long time.

I spend far too much time with myself.

Shen Yunshu lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes. Her voice was soft and gentle, carrying a stubborn tenderness.

"But Master thinks this is not a waste of time."

She paused, looked up at him, and continued speaking.

"Master just wants to... let you wear clothes that I knitted by hand, every stitch of which I sewed myself."

"That way, no matter where Yi'er goes, he can feel that his master is always by his side."

Xu Yi was stunned. Looking at her serious expression, all the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat, and he could no longer speak.

He gave a soft "hmm," obediently sat down beside her, and quietly stayed by her side without saying another word.

......

That night, Xu Yi remembered what Shen Yunshu had said the night before and decided to tease her.

"Master."

Shen Yunshu was sitting in front of the mirror, raising her hand to remove a smooth bracelet from her wrist. She saw Xu Yi approaching in the mirror and asked softly...

"What's wrong, Yi'er?"

Xu Yi walked to her side, rested his small hands on the edge of the dressing table, and spoke in a feignedly innocent manner.

"Master, I heard from the elders of Peach Blossom Peak that people speak the truth when they are drunk, and what they say when they are drunk is the truest thing they have hidden in their hearts."

"So, Master, you..."

"Uh-huh..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Yunshu suddenly let out a soft cry, her body swayed slightly, and she raised her hand to press her forehead, her face showing a hint of discomfort.

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of deliberate weakness.

"Ugh... Master has a headache, and I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy."

"Yi'er, could you... help Master to bed to rest?"

Xu Yi saw through her little scheme at a glance, a look of helplessness and amusement on his face. He stepped forward and gently took her hand.

"Master, please don't pretend to be sick."

"Why does Master interrupt me so quickly every time I mention what happened last night?"

Shen Yunshu's fingertips stiffened slightly, and she dared not meet his gaze.

"When drunk... not only do they blurt out the truth, but sometimes they also say nonsensical things that they can't even remember themselves. Does Yi'er know that?"

"Master was just talking nonsense last night, don't take it seriously."

Xu Yi tilted his head, his gaze fixed on her flushed cheeks, and pressed her for an answer.

"Is it all complete nonsense?"

"Hmm...of course."

Shen Yunshu lowered her eyes and stared at the table.

She genuinely dared not admit that those words were the truth.

Firstly, he felt ashamed; facing his seven-year-old apprentice, he couldn't express the words of dependence and affection he felt.

Secondly, I was afraid of burdening him, afraid that he would think that Master was strange, clingy, and not dignified enough.

She could only cover it up with a "nonsense".

Shen Yunshu began to change the subject, gently pushing his shoulder and leading him toward the bed.

"It's getting late."

"Let's go to sleep quickly. We need to get up early for our practice tomorrow, so we can't stay up late."

Seeing that she was already quite embarrassed, Xu Yi didn't press the matter further.

"Alright, alright, then Master, kiss me three times."

Shen Yunshu paused, her cheeks burning even hotter, but she didn't refuse, her voice barely audible.

"Okay... let's go to bed... kiss..."

She turned around and started making the bed.

This child... how come I can never get enough of kissing him?

She had clearly read many books on parenting in the mortal world, all of which said that children are close to their elders when they are young, but will become distant as they grow older.

They'll get tired of intimacy and get bored quickly.

But Yi'er is different; it seems the closer they get, the more clingy they become, and the more they like her.

However... she herself was no different.

The two went to bed together. Shen Yunshu lay down on her side and gently embraced Xu Yi, who was leaning against the pillow.

She looked down at his small face so close to hers, slowly leaned down, parted her pink lips slightly, and gently kissed Xu Yi's lips.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

For some reason, after the third kiss, she felt reluctant to let go and wanted to kiss him two more times.

Coming to her senses, Shen Yunshu softened her voice, adding a barely perceptible touch of gentleness, to coax the child to sleep.

"Can I... go to sleep now?"