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

The outcome of both games was completely predictable.

Xu Yi stumbled and faltered with every step, either focusing on the beginning without considering the end or making careless mistakes, allowing Shen Qingyao to easily and effortlessly trap him.

Shen Qingyao looked at the disastrous state of the chess game, waved her hand, and showed no interest.

"Ugh, I'm not playing anymore, there's no point in beating you."

"Come on, your uncle will take you to eat something, and fatten you up a bit more so you'll be even cuter."

Xu Yi looked up at her, his eyes sparkling, and shook his head slightly.

"No, no. Let's play a few more rounds, Uncle-Master."

His eyes were clear and earnest as he looked at her, blinking intently.

When Shen Qingyao met those eyes, her heart softened, and she couldn't bring herself to refuse.

She finally understood why her older sister doted on him so much.

This little guy is so adorable. He hasn't done anything wrong, yet it's impossible to be cruel to him.

She sighed helplessly and sat up straight again.

"Alright then, I'll play a few more rounds with you, but you can't throw a tantrum if you lose."

At the start of this game, Xu Yi still seemed a bit unskilled, but his moves showed a growing sense of strategy.

No more randomly placing pieces, no more carelessly giving away pieces; each move, though not particularly ingenious, is steady and solid, combining defense with offense.

This move is completely unlike what a novice who has just started playing Go could make.

Shen Qingyao was slightly surprised and dared not be careless with her hands anymore. Although she still won in the end, it took her a lot of effort.

She looked at Xu Yi in surprise.

"You little fatty, how did you improve so quickly?"

Xu Yi tilted his head, feigning innocence, looking completely bewildered.

"I don't know, I feel like I played terribly?"

Shen Qingyao's lips twitched again, and she secretly clicked her tongue in amazement:

This chess move is clearly better than the one she learned in ten years.

In the next game, Xu Yi's chess skills were superior, and his attacks were fierce. Shen Yunshu was fully focused on responding and barely managed to win.

She stared at Xu Yi, her tone full of disbelief.

"Xu Yi, tell your martial uncle the truth, is this really your first time playing Go?"

Xu Yi blinked, his tone frank.

"That's right, Master has only ever taught me to play checkers, never this."

Shen Qingyao frowned and pondered for a moment.

I noticed that his moves in the previous games were subtly imitating my own style of play. It seems that this child has an extraordinary talent for understanding, a photographic memory, and can learn the essence of a game after watching it only once.

Her doubts dissipated, replaced by a surge of competitiveness. She patted the chessboard.

"That's interesting, let's play another round."

"Okay~"

In this game, Xu Yi exerted just a little bit of effort and ultimately won by a single move against Shen Qingyao.

Shen Qingyao stared blankly at the chessboard, lost in deep thought.

My nephew...could he have been possessed by someone? How can there be such a terrifying genius in the world?

She immediately spread her divine sense to carefully examine Xu Yi's soul, but only saw the pure and clear spiritual consciousness of the young man.

Seeing this, Xu Yi feigned a bewildered and surprised expression, clapped his hands, and spoke with a touch of innocent disdain.

"Huh? How did I beat my martial uncle so quickly?"

"Uncle-Master, have you really been practicing for decades? That's too weak!"

Shen Qingyao snapped out of her daze, feeling both ashamed and angry. Her cheeks flushed red, and she pointed at Xu Yi angrily.

"You...you're not allowed to laugh at your elders!"

Xu Yi rolled his eyes.

"Okay... I won't laugh anymore, I won't laugh anymore. So, Uncle-Master, do you still want to play?"

"One more time!"

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye. The two played several games, and Shen Qingyao only managed one win, four losses, and one draw. This was only because Xu Yi let her win.

She stared at the chessboard, falling into a silent daze of self-doubt.

Xu Yi slowly jumped off the stool and casually scratched his butt.

"I'm not playing anymore. Master told me to drink the beast milk every day. I'm going to drink my milk now, Uncle."

Watching the little figure walk away to drink the animal milk, Shen Qingyao became completely withdrawn, hanging her head and remaining silent.

In just a few moments, a beautiful figure in a light blue dress suddenly appeared beside her.

The man glanced at the chessboard, then reached out and pinched Shen Qingyao's ear, his tone tinged with reproach.

"You played chess with Yi'er?"

"How could you let him lose so badly? You're an adult, couldn't you have been a little more lenient with him?"

Shen Qingyao slowly raised her head, looking at her older sister with a lifeless expression, her voice weak and listless.

"Sister, I'm the one who lost."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yunshu froze on the spot, and the hand that was pinching her ear loosened.

Although she was not an expert in Go, she could still see that the black pieces on the board were exquisitely placed, unlike what a child should be able to do, and for a moment she could hardly believe it.

Shen Qingyao leaned closer, lowered her voice, and looked very serious.

"Sister, Xu Yi... he's a genius to an abnormal degree, it's simply unbelievable."

Shen Yunshu raised her hand and gently tapped the top of her head.

"You're the one who's abnormal. Yi'er is just a little smarter than others."

Shen Qingyao was so angry that she was speechless.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. In these past few days, Shen Yunshu suddenly began to patiently teach Xu Yi how to comb a woman's hair, how to tie it into a bun, braid it, and tie it up.

He also earnestly instructed

"Yi'er, you will eventually need to find a Daoist partner. You need to learn these gentle and delicate skills so that you can win the heart of a girl."

But Xu Yi felt that this wasn't for their future Daoist partner at all; it was clearly because she wanted to be treated so gently by him...

However, Xu Yi also took the opportunity to set a condition: if he learned one skill, he would have to be personally struck ten times by his master.

Shen Yunshu did not refuse, but blushed slightly and shyly responded softly.

At night, the two sisters soaked side by side in the spiritual spring, surrounded by warm mist.

Shen Qingyao suddenly leaned forward, her tone pleading.

"Sister, can I borrow the chubby boy for a day? I want to sleep with him tonight."

Shen Yunshu's expression turned cold, and she immediately uttered three words in a chilling tone.

"impossible."

Shen Qingyao clicked her tongue twice upon hearing this, deliberately teasing her.

"Tsk tsk, he won't even let his own sister sleep with him for one night."

"And you dared to promise before that you'd let him go and give him to another girl in the future?"

Shen Yunshu blushed and began to defend herself.

"I... I don't want you and Yi'er to sleep together because I'm possessive!"

"Yi'er... he loves to kick off the blankets and sometimes moves around. I'm worried that he'll disturb your sleep and that you won't be able to take good care of him. It's not because of any other reason."

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you. I don't want it anymore, okay?"

Shen Qingyao waved her hand, then suddenly remembered something else.

"Oh, by the way, have you ever given Xu Yi a bath?"

Shen Yunshu's ears turned red, and her voice lowered, carrying a hint of grievance.

"I only... washed him myself once when I found him after he had fainted."

She paused, then lowered her head dejectedly.

"After that, when I tried to bathe Yi'er again, he said he wanted to commit suicide."

"I haven't dared to mention it since then, but I always make sure to prepare everything before he takes a bath."

Shen Qingyao sighed softly.

"Sigh~ Back then, he had just come from the slums of the mortal world. It's normal for him to be sensitive and shy around strangers."

"If you had asked him when he was six, he might have agreed, but now that he's much older, it's probably even less likely."

"You've missed out on the most intimate aspects of raising children."