Genius Beast Tamer

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Seeing his extremely conflicted, conflicted, and pained expression, Xuan Ziming weakly tugged at Han Wuxie's sleeve and asked softly, "Mother, who is this bad person?"

Han Wuxie frowned as she looked at Xuan Minfeng. She had just noticed that Xuan Minfeng had examined Mo'er's bloodline fluctuations. His expression now seemed to indicate that he could not accept this fact. Thinking of how he had just tried to kill her, she felt frustrated and felt that she had to vent her anger. She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Xuan Minfeng with a sly smile.

A melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, rang out: "He is your father, Mo'er. Haven't you always wanted to see your father? Now that you've seen him, why don't you go up and call out to him?"

"Father?"

His dark eyes gleamed with confusion, and when he met Han Wuxie's smile, Xuan Zimo instantly understood.

He forced a sweet smile, turned to Xuan Minfeng who was still stunned and unable to accept the reality, and called out loudly, "Father!"

Upon hearing the sound, Xuan Minfeng's figure suddenly trembled, his gaze becoming slightly dull as he slowly moved toward the little boy's childish face.

Seeing him looking at him, Xuan Ziming broke free from Han Wuxie's embrace, a harmless smile on his face, and ran straight to Xuan Minfeng. He grabbed Xuan Minfeng's leg and said in a spoiled tone, "Daddy, Mo'er has finally found you! Mo'er finally has a daddy! No more people will say that Mo'er is a wild child without a daddy!"

Han Wuxie felt as if thunder had struck him, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't. Had someone ever said this child was a wild child? This child was definitely not someone to be trifled with! But this way, the effect should be even better!

She looked up at Xuan Minfeng's pale face, her lips curving into a graceful smile. She thought to herself: He dared to try to kill me; now I'm just collecting some interest!

"Father..." Xuan Ziming shook Xuan Minfeng and called out affectionately.

Xuan Minfeng remained unmoved, standing there blankly, ignoring him.

Xuan Zimo seemed to have exhausted himself from calling out, and he plopped down on the ground.

He looked up at Xuan Minfeng pitifully, his voice full of grievance, "Father doesn't recognize Mo'er? Father doesn't want Mo'er? Mo'er is still a wild child, a wild child without a father—" Then, with a "waa," he burst into tears, large tears welling up in his dark eyes, his fair face turning red from crying, and he even sobbed uncontrollably.

Han Wuxie rushed to Xuan Ziming's side, hugged him tightly, and tenderly stroked his head, softly comforting him, "Don't cry, Mo'er. With your mother here, I will never let anyone call you a wild child!"

Xuan Minfeng snapped out of his daze and looked down at the mother and son sitting on the floor in front of him. Even the most hard-hearted person would not be able to get angry at such a cute child. Besides... even if he didn't want to admit it, he was still his son.

Xuan Minfeng stared coldly at Han Wuxie, who fearlessly met his gaze, his eyes defiant as he said, "If it weren't for Mo'er wanting to see what her father looks like, I wouldn't have come to find you today!"

This woman! This audacious woman, how dare she stare at me like that!

Xuan Minfeng snorted coldly, turned around with a flick of his sleeve, but then stopped, hesitated for a moment, and said in a cold and indifferent voice, "I will acknowledge the child."

Xuan Ziming stepped forward with a grin and grabbed his sleeve. Xuan Minfeng looked down at his son, whose face was streaked with tears but who was smiling like a flower, and was speechless.

"Father!" Xuan Zimo called out happily.

Hyun Min-pung initially didn't want to pay attention, but seeing the child's bright eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse, and only let out an extremely awkward soft sound from the tip of his nose: "Mmm."

"Father has recognized me! Mother, Father has recognized me!" Xuan Ziming danced with joy, turned around, and when Xuan Minfeng wasn't paying attention, winked at Han Wuxie, as if to indicate victory and that his scheme had succeeded.

When Han Wuxie saw his previous innocent and silly appearance, and compared it with his current cunning little fox appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Xuan Ziming turned to Xuan Minfeng with a bright smile, her sweet, soft voice ringing out, "I have a father and a mother, I'm no longer a wild child!"

Xuan Minfeng frowned slightly, repeating his words in his heart: With a father and a mother, he was no longer a wild child!

Recalling my childhood...

I can never have both my father and mother at the same time.

He was the son of a courtesan in the mortal realm, and every day he had to watch different men come and go from his mother's room.

Everyone looked at him with contempt, as if he were a piece of trash, a useless person who shouldn't exist in this world.

One day, a burly man entered his mother's room. He seemed very dissatisfied with something and started hitting and scolding his mother. The sound of his mother crying came from inside the room. Enraged, he rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen knife, and tried to save his mother, but instead, he was beaten and scolded by her.

He was too young at the time to understand that such beatings and scoldings were "fun" in bed. On the contrary, he ruined their good time and caused his mother to lose money.

That day, he finally understood that in this woman's eyes, he was also considered trash. It turned out that when she was pregnant, she tried every means to abort the pregnancy. It was just that his fate was too strong; no matter what she tried, she couldn't abort the pregnancy. Helpless, he could only give birth.

In her eyes, he was not as important as money. If someone wanted to buy him, he was sure that the woman would sell him without hesitation. And that was exactly what happened. She sold him to a rich family as a servant, in exchange for a mere tael of silver.

The housekeeper in the rich man's house was extremely vicious. He couldn't sit down to rest at all. Once he sat down, he would be scolded for being lazy and useless. He worked day and night and was almost exhausted to death. He hated himself for being so tough. If she had successfully aborted the child back then, he wouldn't have been born and wouldn't have had to see this dirty thing.

Utterly despondent, living has become a burden, and the only way to find relief seems to be death. Death may be terrifying, but it is far happier than living in this dirty and weary world.

Jumping off a cliff might be a good choice. If he hanged himself, the housekeeper would see his body and throw it to feed the dogs in the back mountain. He wouldn't even have a complete corpse. Jumping off a cliff is the best option. They won't be able to find their own bodies. Looking at the vast sea below the cliff, he showed a smile he had never seen before. This smile was one of relief and happiness. The sea would take him to a place of happiness, a place far away from filth and exhaustion.

He jumped, thinking he was going to die, but he didn't expect that his life was not only tough when he was in her womb, but he also survived the fall. Later he learned that he was the son of a god, so how could he die so easily in the mortal world?

The sea carried him to a beautiful island, where a melodious zither tune drifted out. Following the sound, he found himself meeting her for the first time.

She wore a golden dress, had an innocent little face, and was as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll.

Such a beautiful little girl was someone I had never seen before.

He unconsciously moved closer to her, the music abruptly stopped, and she looked at him blankly, her first words being: "You look dirty."

He staggered backward, thinking that she despised him. Just as everyone else looked down on him and treated him like trash, this pretty little girl also hated him.

Unexpectedly, she got off the chair, took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom, and reached out to wipe her face. Her movements were gentle and warm. I still remember that feeling vividly. It was the warmest and happiest moment of my life.

After she wiped him clean, the silk handkerchief in her hand had turned gray. He lowered his head in shame, too embarrassed to face her.

Thinking she would throw the handkerchief away, she shook it and found it was brand new. She gently placed it in her hand and said sweetly, "Isn't it amazing? My father gave it to me. He said that children are more likable if they are clean and tidy. I'm giving it to you, so you should also be clean and tidy."

Clean? That word seems forever out of place with me. I am so dirty, the child of a prostitute.

"Why are you looking down?" she asked, puzzled.

He didn't dare to look up and always kept his head down because in the past, in the homes of the wealthy, the steward always said that servants could only keep their heads down forever. Gradually, he got used to it because looking directly at the master would always result in a beating. Gradually, he subconsciously became like this, always keeping his head down and not daring to look anyone in the eye.

"Lift your head up, let me see what you look like now that you're clean!" The little girl leaned closer.

Looking at her magnified, beautiful face, his own face instantly flushed red, and he subconsciously took a step back.

She blinked her big eyes, then suddenly laughed. Her laughter was so beautiful, so clear and pure.

"You're so cute!" she blurted out, making herself even more shy.

When I was at a loss, a small hand suddenly grasped mine. The warmth of that hand rushed into my heart, like a warm current flowing through my whole body. Tears welled up in my eyes. She was so pure and beautiful, and she didn't even mind that my hand was so dirty, yet she held it without hesitation.

"I'm all alone on this island, with no one to keep me company. My father rarely comes to visit me; he placed a protective barrier around here, so no one can break in or come in to keep me company. I don't know how you got in, but now that you're here, I won't be alone anymore. Would you like to stay with me?" She looked at him longingly, her dark, bright eyes seeming to instantly draw his soul into them, so captivating that he couldn't bear to look away. She was truly beautiful and pure. How wonderful it would be to stay with her forever?

Without hesitation, she nodded. To her surprise, she leaned forward and suddenly kissed her, a sweet, innocent smile on her face. "It's so good to have you with me! Dad said my kisses are the best gift. I'm kissing you to thank you! Do you like it?"

She could feel her face burning hot. Her lips were so soft, and when she got close, she could clearly smell her sweet fragrance, which was so intoxicating.

Seeing that she hadn't answered for a long time, she nervously tugged at her sleeve and asked softly, "Don't you like it?"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, he quickly said, "I like it, I like it—" Before he could finish speaking, she kissed him again, smiling adorably, and said, "I'm glad you like it!"

He reached up and touched his cheek, savoring her kiss with a touch of lingering affection. Looking back now, he realized how silly he had been.

From then on, he stayed with her on the island. She didn't say why she was alone on the island, and he didn't ask her why.

And so, I don't know how much time passed.

One day, she suddenly told herself through tears that her father had killed all the traitors in the family and that the family was now safe. Her father was going to take her back, but she couldn't go to that place. At the time, she didn't understand why she couldn't go and thought that he was deliberately not taking her. Later, she learned that the place was the realm of gods.

After she left, she was all alone on the island. She left behind many strange books and instructed herself to cultivate according to their contents, so that one day they would meet again.

He wanted to see her again, so he practiced whatever she asked him to cultivate. He spent three years alone in the mountains until that person found him. That so-called—father.

She didn't want to leave the island, thinking that she might come back to find her, but her father told her that she wouldn't come back and that he could take her to see her.

Seeing her, being able to see her, was a dream I had dreamed of countless times. Later, I left the mortal realm with my father and came to the divine realm, only to find out that she was the eldest daughter of the Beast Taming God Clan. But when I arrived in the divine realm, the Beast Taming God Clan had been wiped out.

Didn't she say that her father had taken care of everything and made sure she was safe before taking her back?

I was completely confused and had no idea what to do.

As he searched for her, a bad thought crept into his mind: if she was merely missing, perhaps they could still meet; but what if she was in danger…

He dared not think wildly, he only wanted to go find her, but his father stopped him.

He told himself that in the realm of gods, without strength, even if he found her, he would not be able to protect her and would instead become a burden to her.

Her father sent people to find her, while he himself cultivated frantically, thinking only of becoming stronger, protecting her, and avenging her.

Finally, he became the God-King and received news of her.

The demon god bound her tightly, forcing her to hand over the beast-taming music score.

He built the Divine Wind Palace on his own and challenged the Demon God.

He thought he could be with her forever after winning, but he was wrong. The demon god was not one to keep promises. He defeated him and released him on the condition that he would exchange her for him. But in exchange for releasing him, all he got was her complete annihilation.

He risked his life to protect her last wisp of soul, thinking they would perish together, but the old man appeared and saved him. However, he could not stay in the celestial or mortal realms for long, so he could only use her soul to search for her reincarnation.

But now, even if I find her, how am I supposed to face her?

She was an abandoned child. Even if her so-called father came to find her in the end, his purpose was only because she possessed the divine root. If she didn't have the divine root, why would he come looking for her? How could she bear to let her child suffer the same fate as her and be abandoned as well?

Xuan Minfeng looked down at the mother and son for a long time, and finally sighed, "What's your name?"

Xuan Ziming looked up and obediently replied, "My name is Xuan Ziming."

"His surname is Xuan..." He turned to look at Han Wuxie, whose gaze darted away slightly. He smiled wryly and said, "It's a good name."

Han Wuxie breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Mo'er would be discouraged and not be allowed to use the surname Xuan. Now that he had agreed to the name, it meant that he had truly accepted Mo'er.

Xuan Minfeng squatted down and suddenly picked up Xuan Ziming. Xuan Ziming obediently hooked his arms around his father's neck and said with a grin, "It feels so good to be held by Daddy. Mommy is too thin and weak. Every time Mommy holds me, I feel very dangerous. I'm really afraid that Mommy will drop me!"

Xuan Minfeng looked into his innocent and childlike eyes, and his heart softened slightly. He turned to look at Han Wuxie and said in a low voice, "You can stay, but only as Mo'er's mother. It doesn't mean you are my queen."

A triumphant smile flashed in Han Wuxie's lowered eyes, but he stubbornly looked up and said, "I can take care of Mo'er myself. We don't need your pity. Without a name or status, why should I stay here? Do I want to be gossiped about?"

"Without a name or status, you dare to give birth to a child, but wouldn't you dare to leave it with me!" Xuan Minfeng's gaze suddenly turned extremely dangerous.

Han Wuxie frowned slightly, but still stubbornly shook his head. He stepped forward, took Mo'er in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Whether my son and I live or die is none of the Shenfeng King's business. Today, I only brought Mo'er to see you. Now that we have met, I have no other reason to stay. Farewell!"

What tricks is this woman playing?! Xuan Minfeng said with a gloomy face, "Don't forget, we already have a deal. I gave you blood, and you must stay here forever and obey my orders!"

Han Wuxie stopped in his tracks, frowned, and said coldly, "I'm only staying to complete the transaction. I have no other demands, and you're not allowed to have any improper thoughts about me!"

"Unreasonable thoughts?" Xuan Minfeng sneered, then snatched Mo'er from her arms and said in a low voice, "I'm taking Mo'er away. Go ask the steward for a job."

"No!" Han Wuxie reached out to snatch the child back, but Xuan Minfeng suddenly exuded murderous intent and sneered, "Of course I want my son, but if anyone tries to take him from me, I won't hesitate to eliminate them!"

Han Wuxie cursed inwardly, "This bastard, does having a little cultivation make him so great? He's always plotting to kill me!"

Watching Xuan Minfeng leave with Mo'er, Han Wuxie's lips curled up slightly. Mo'er, don't let your mother down. You must 'perform' well!

In the room of the King of Kamikaze.

Xuan Minfeng sat on the armchair, calmly watching Xuan Zimo, who was studying a small egg with a curious expression.

Xuan Minfeng shook his head with a wry smile. Even though this son came out of nowhere, he was still his son. He felt a warmth run through his heart. This feeling of blood connection touched him deeply.

He rose and walked to Xuan Zimo's side, asking with unprecedented gentleness and affection, "Mo'er, do you want this egg?"

Xuan Ziming blinked, somewhat puzzled, and asked, "What's inside this egg?"

Hyun Min-pung patted his head. Perhaps he was most relaxed in front of the child.

"It's a dragon." He smiled gently.

"A dragon?" Xuan Zimo hurriedly tucked it into his robes, as if it would be snatched away if he was a moment too late.

Seeing his adorable appearance, Hyun Min-pung couldn't help but laugh and reached out to pinch his little face: "No one's going to take it from you."

Xuan Zimo suddenly lowered his head, looking very sad.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Minfeng asked, frowning.

"Someone will try to take it from me." Xuan Ziming's low voice was filled with disappointment.

Xuan Minfeng was somewhat surprised, but said with extreme confidence, "No one dares to steal what belongs to my son!"

Xuan Zimo looked up at him, then quickly lowered his head, his expression filled with sorrow and grievance.

Xuan Minfeng was puzzled. He picked him up from the ground, sat him in the armchair, and asked with amusement, "What is Mo'er worried about?"

Xuan Zimo said weakly, "I can tell that Father doesn't like Mother."

Xuan Minfeng was taken aback, frowned slightly, but remained silent.

Xuan Zimo continued, "When Father has a Princess, he will have many children with her. At that time, because Father doesn't like Mother, he won't like me either. If those children want Mo'er's things, Father will definitely give them to them and won't care about Mo'er."

Xuan Minfeng was startled. He recalled that when he first entered the God Realm, he discovered that he had a younger brother. At that time, his father loved his brother's mother very much, but that woman was kind on the surface but vicious at heart. He had suffered a lot. Did he want Mo'er to suffer the same way in the future?

No, she's not that kind of woman. She'll be good to Mo'er.

Xuan Minfeng smiled faintly, "Father will not let Mo'er suffer." Although he said it lightly, it was a promise.

"Father, please don't let Mother suffer, okay?" Xuan Ziming asked weakly, looking at Xuan Minfeng with pitiful eyes.

Xuan Minfeng frowned deeply, and after a long while, he said in a low voice, "Father can only give you what you want. What your mother wants, I'm afraid I can't give her."

Xuan Ziming lowered his head and whispered, "Because Father doesn't like Mother?"

Xuan Minfeng remained silent.

Xuan Zimo pressed on, "Why doesn't Father like Mother? Mother is so beautiful, many people like her!"

Xuan Minfeng remained silent.

Xuan Ziming asked weakly, "Father has someone he likes, so he can't like Mother?"

Xuan Minfeng's eyes darkened slightly, and he let out a long sigh.

Xuan Ziming puffed out his cheeks in annoyance and said indignantly, "It must be like that! Daddy is a bad person! He and Mommy had me, but he still likes someone else! You're such an irresponsible and bad person!"

Xuan Minfeng felt frustrated. He knew nothing at all, so what responsibility was he supposed to take? If anyone should be responsible, it should be his mother. Thinking of this, the image of that stubborn little face flashed through his mind and he couldn't shake it off. How could he remember her face?

Xuan Minfeng frowned and shook his head, placing Xuan Zimo on a chair and saying indulgently, "Mo'er, you're still too young. You'll understand your father when you grow up."

"I don't understand, I'll never understand. Mother said that a real man should be brave and responsible, able to take things on and let them go, and not be an irresponsible bad person!" Xuan Ziming pouted angrily, protesting.

Xuan Minfeng said helplessly, "Be good, play here by yourself for a while."

"Father, are you angry? Don't you want Mo'er anymore? Where are you going?" Xuan Zimo looked at him with some concern and reached out to grab his sleeve.

Xuan Minfeng gently patted Xuan Zimo's little hand, "Mo'er, Daddy is going to see your mother."

Hearing this, Xuan Ziming's face lit up with a smile. He quickly withdrew his hand, his previous attempt to stop him from leaving now turning into a shoo-in, urging him to leave quickly. "Father, hurry up and go!"

Xuan Minfeng's lips twitched slightly. How could this child change his expression faster than turning the pages of a book?

In a flash, he arrived at the main hall, where Han Wuxie was still standing.

"What are you standing there for?" he asked, somewhat annoyed.

Han Wuxie was startled, turned her gaze to him, and said with a wry smile, "Shenfeng Palace shouldn't be a place a mere woman like me can wander into, right? Without someone to guide me, how am I supposed to find the steward?"

Xuan Minfeng roared, "Meng Changhe!"

After a long while, no one came, and he remembered that he had ordered Meng Changhe not to show up for the next three days.

Xuan Minfeng said with some annoyance, "Come with me!"

Han Wuxie nodded slightly and followed behind him without saying a word, simply watching his back.

Xuan Minfeng suddenly stopped, pointed to a house not far ahead, and said in a low voice, "Go in yourself."

"Oh," Han Wuxie replied, and walked towards the room.

He told her to go in by herself, but Xuan Minfeng didn't leave; he followed her invisibly.

Upon entering the room, she found the housekeeper busy writing something. She coughed lightly, and only then did the housekeeper look up and notice her, asking in confusion, "Who are you? This is not a place you can just come in like that!" The information here is extremely important; how could they allow a woman of unknown origin to enter so easily?

Han Wuxie said in a low voice, "I came here to choose a concubine, but unfortunately your king is not to my liking. He made me stay as a maid."

"A maid?" The steward was taken aback, then frowned, remembering the other two women. "Were they with Tian Xuejian and Tian Xuerou?"

Han Wuxie pursed his lips and said lazily, "I guess so. Just give me any job you like."

The steward twirled the calligraphy brush in his hand, not immediately assigning her a task. Instead, he took out a thick book, carefully examined it, and finally frowned, muttering to himself, "Shenfeng Palace is never short of maids; there are no vacant jobs. The previous two women were already barely adequately assigned tasks. What will we do with another one?"

Han Wuxie wasn't in a hurry; he found a place to sit down.

The steward searched for a while, then glanced at his forehead and said, "Oh right, Wang Gang has only recently woken up. Before, when he was unconscious, all the maids around him were transferred. Now that he's awake, I completely forgot to arrange maids around him! You'll become Wang's personal maid!"

"What?" Han Wuxie raised an eyebrow. This was unexpected. He had been worried about how to get close to him in the future, but now, this steward was really a benefactor, giving him such a good job!

The steward said matter-of-factly, "That's settled then. You wait here for a while, and I'll send someone to teach you some things. From today onwards, you will be the king's personal maid—"

"No!" The voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a hint of rage.

The butler was taken aback. Han Wuxie frowned slightly. Suddenly, a person appeared in the room, and it was Xuan Minfeng.

The steward bowed somewhat stiffly and said, "Your Majesty."

Xuan Minfeng gave him a cold glance, and the butler felt as if his whole body was covered in ice needles, and he trembled slightly.

Xuan Minfeng coldly ordered, "Give her another job. I don't need a personal maid."

Han Wuxie glanced at him sideways. This man, so he came in with her. He let her in alone at the door just now. How hypocritical! He clearly wanted to keep an eye on her, but he pretended to leave before sneaking in! Now he's ruining her plans!

The steward hesitated, saying, "The king always needs someone to take care of him."

"Do you think what I said is wrong?" Xuan Minfeng's gaze gradually turned dangerous.

The steward trembled and said, "I wouldn't dare! But... there really aren't any vacant jobs for her."

"Where have Tianxuejian and Tianxuerou been assigned?" Xuan Minfeng asked coldly.

The steward answered truthfully, "To the Vice Master."

Xuan Minfeng raised an eyebrow and sneered, "He always seems to lack maids."

The steward trembled slightly. The deputy master appeared very kind on the surface, but the maids in his household rarely lived past three years old.

Xuan Minfeng glanced coldly at Han Wuxie. Seeing her indifferent gaze, as if she didn't care where she was going, he was about to suggest that she go to Xuan Minxu's place, but for some reason, he felt a little reluctant.

It's because she's Mo'er's mother that I'm so soft-hearted!

He kept telling himself that he was about to find the person he loved, and he absolutely could not fall in love with another woman!

"She..." He wanted to suggest sending her to Xuan Minxu's place, but then withdrew the idea. Xuan Minfeng continued coldly, "Send her to keep watch at my place."

The steward was bewildered. What was wrong with the king? Going back on his word was not something a high and mighty man would do. Why did he say he didn't want this woman, but now he wanted her? He had even planned to force her on the vice-master if the king really didn't want her. After all, the vice-master never refused a beautiful woman!

"What, didn't you understand?" Xuan Minfeng's gaze darkened slightly when he saw that he didn't answer.

The steward's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he said tremblingly, "I understand. I will arrange for her to be the king's night watch maid."

Xuan Minfeng snorted coldly, glared at Han Wuxie with displeasure, and suddenly disappeared in a flash.

Han Wuxie was completely baffled, having no idea what the man was thinking from beginning to end. Hua Qianye was much easier to understand.

The butler wiped away a bead of cold sweat and said with a wry smile, "Han Wuxie, right?"

Han Wuxie nodded.

The steward scribbled something in his notebook, then looked up and said, "From today onwards, you will be the King's night watch maid."

"So, the job is to hand him the chamber pot at night?" Han Wuxie's lips twitched.

"A chamber pot?" The butler was taken aback, then burst out laughing, "You're really funny! This isn't the mortal realm!"

"Then what should I do?" Han Wuxie asked, pursing his lips.

The butler stroked his chin and said, "It's actually very simple. There are many rune formations outside the king's gate. You just need to guard these formations overnight. If someone sneaks in, you just activate the formations and then notify the king."

"Oh." Han Wuxie nodded, surprised that this was what he was doing; in fact, he was just a doorman.

As dusk settled, Han Wuxie followed the steward's instructions and arrived at Xuan Minfeng's room. Looking at the strange runes on the ground, she rubbed her throbbing temples, leaned against the door, and stared blankly at the rune array.

The sounds of children playing could be heard from inside the door from time to time, which made Han Wuxie a little curious. How could Xuan Minfeng, such an ice block, make Mo'er laugh so happily?

Driven by curiosity, Han Wuxie secretly opened the door. Inside, Xuan Ziming was playing with a small silver dragon. The dragon was chubby and still growing, with its two plump little feet running around on the ground. Xuan Ziming was chasing its tail and playing around. Xuan Minfeng was not in the room.

"Is he not here?" Han Wuxie wondered. Suddenly, a sinister voice came from behind him: "You are a maid now, yet you dare to peep into my room."

Han Wuxie's brows furrowed instantly. He whirled around to look at him, his gaze fearless, and said coldly and displeasedly, "Am I wrong to look after my son? I'm just worried about him!"

Hearing the commotion outside, Xuan Zimo poked his head out. As soon as he saw Han Wuxie, he beamed and sweetly called out, "Mother, you've finally come to see Mo'er!"

Before Han Wuxie could react, the chubby little boy had already jumped into her arms, whining, "Mother, Mo'er missed you so much!"

Han Wuxie smiled with relief, gently patted his head, and said softly, "Mo'er, be good. Mother is busy. Go play with Xiaolong by yourself and go to bed early, okay?"

Xuan Ziming pouted slightly, a little reluctant, but still nodded obediently and turned to go into the house.

Han Wuxie turned and looked coldly at Xuan Minfeng, saying in a low voice, "Son, I've already checked. I have to get back to work now. I'm the king's night watch maid; I know my duty and will guard this place well!"

Xuan Minfeng snorted coldly, turned and entered the room, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Why did he always feel familiar with this woman, especially her eyes? Why were they so similar to his?

Han Wuxie suddenly spoke, calling out, "Hua Qianye."

Xuan Minfeng's back trembled slightly. These three words seemed to pierce through his soul. He turned to look at her in surprise, but she raised a bright smile and said, "Your Majesty." It was as if those three words had not come from her mouth.

Hyun Min-pung kept a straight face and remained silent for a long time, but his eyes were fixed on her smile. A voice in his mind seemed to be telling him to cherish her and to let her keep smiling like that.

What's wrong? Why is my mind so turbulent ever since this woman appeared?

He shook his head vigorously, calmed himself, and said coldly, "Why are you calling me?" He himself did not realize that he was referring to himself as "I" instead of "this king."

Han Wuxie smiled slightly, as if speaking to a long-lost friend, calmly yet with a hint of enthusiasm, and said, "I'm very curious, why does the King suddenly want to choose consorts? There are nineteen of us, practically one in a thousand, why isn't he interested in any of them?"

Looking into her calm yet caring eyes, he even had the illusion that she was a long-lost friend. But then he thought, what friends did he have? In this life, apart from the days on the island, which he missed the most, he had never been sincere towards anyone else.

"This is none of your business," Xuan Minfeng replied coldly, his words like an icy blade drawing a line between them.

Han Wuxie continued to smile, his voice low and soft, "We share a child, don't we? I need to know that if you have a princess in the future, I will inevitably worry whether that person will treat my son badly."

Xuan Minfeng's eyes darkened slightly. Was it right or wrong to keep this woman here? If she returned to his side, wouldn't this woman's presence in her eyes create resentment?

Just when Han Wuxie thought he wouldn't answer, his cold voice rang out: "I have someone I'm waiting for. The selection of concubines was just a message I released to let her come to me."

"The person you're waiting for?" Han Wuxie's heart tightened. I'm right in front of you, why don't you recognize me? Could it be that you're not waiting for me?

Xuan Minfeng was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "In this life, I will marry no one but her. So, to you, I can only say I'm sorry. I can give you what you want, and I can give you and Mo'er the best life, but I cannot make you a princess."

Hearing his apologetic words, Han Wuxie staggered slightly, his smile stiffened, and his voice became inexplicably hoarse: "What does that person look like? I'm very curious."

Xuan Minfeng didn't want to say more, but she knew that if she didn't make things clear, she might not give up. She probably wouldn't stay in Shenfeng Palace just to be a maid.

He knew it would be cruel to speak of her in front of this woman, but he still said, "She is kind and gentle. She is the pillar that gives me the strength to live. If I had not met her, I might have died long ago. Everything I do today in the realm of gods, as the God King, is for her."

"Then why did she leave you? If you keep waiting for her and she never comes, will you keep waiting?" Han Wuxie's voice trembled, unable to express the feelings in his heart—bitterness, infatuation, sweetness, foolishness, and too many other indescribable emotions.

"I will wait," Xuan Minfeng said in a low voice. "No matter how long it takes, I will wait until she appears!"

"How do you know if she's shown up?" Han Wuxie couldn't help but sneer inwardly. If Hua Qianye finding him wasn't a mistake, then he was the one he was waiting for. But now he stood before him, and this fool was saying he couldn't wait for someone. Was he the fool, or should he be more explicit? No, he didn't want to be explicit. Regardless of whether he was waiting for his past life, he was Han Wuxie now, not his past self. Regardless of whether reincarnation existed, what he wanted wasn't a love from a memory. If he liked him because of a past life, what was the point?

Xuan Minfeng said in a low voice, "I've checked. She's a descendant of the Tian family, so her surname should be Tian."

So this was what he relied on to find people. No wonder he lost interest instantly after hearing his name was Han Wuxie, and kept the two of them after seeing the names Tian Xuejian and Tian Xuerou.

"Does every descendant of the Tian family necessarily bear the surname Tian?" Han Wuxie suddenly sneered. "If a child is born to a daughter of the Tian family, their surname will naturally follow their husband's family. You probably won't find the person you're looking for based on just one surname!"

Xuan Minfeng froze. How could he not have thought of this? If she didn't have the surname Tian, ​​wouldn't the little clue he had to find her be lost?

Han Wuxie suddenly stretched, squinted at Xuan Minfeng, and said, "If you truly love that person, no matter what her surname or given name, you'll feel a sense of familiarity at first glance. If you truly love that person, even if their physical form is completely different, as long as their soul is hers, you will definitely recognize them!"

Hearing her profound words, Xuan Minfeng's gaze became somewhat complicated. If what she said was true, then the person he felt familiar with at first glance was her.

---Aside---

Xuan Minfeng is a bit silly, not as shrewd as Hua Qianye. However, he is only silly when he is facing the female lead. He is still shrewd when he is facing other people.