Did the Seventh Prince attend court today?

Highlighted in the front row: This chapter contains some heart-wrenching moments, which are foreshadowing of Xiao Lu's fear of pain. If you mind, you can skip the first half of the chapter.

The gods of the heavens, citing the fact that the Fuzhu clan was no longer able to protect Bai Ze, decided to bring Youlu back to the heavens.

At that time, Youlu had just learned to transform into human form. The two- or three-year-old little dumpling clung to his older brother's leg, crying pitifully, and refused to leave no matter what.

Fuzhu held his younger brother tightly, declaring that even if it meant going against the heavens, he would not let the gods take Youlu away.

The Star Lord of Destiny could not bear to separate the brothers, so he stepped in to vouch for them, allowing Youlu to remain in the territory of the Fuzhu clan.

Little did he know that his momentary soft-heartedness would almost cost the world's only Bai Ze.

The harassment from the demon and monster realms, the pressure from the celestial realm, and the ever-expanding possessiveness—all of these factors were fueling the darkness in Zhuang Fuzhu's heart, driving him completely mad.

Three hundred years have passed, but the Star Lord of Fate still cannot forget the tragic state of Youlu when it was brought back from the Fuzhu clan.

The cub's wings were broken, and one of its jade horns, symbolizing its divine status, was forcibly snapped off. Had it not been discovered in time, the double trauma to its body and soul would have been enough to kill the cub, whose foundation was not yet stable.

"Fu Zhu has gone mad! In order to keep Bai Ze, he actually wants to strip Bai Ze of its divine essence, intending to turn Bai Ze into an ordinary beast! This is a unique and auspicious beast in the world, how dare he!"

The god who was about to send the deer back to the heavens roared in anger.

The Star Lord of Destiny was shocked. He understood the hardships Fu Zhu had endured over the years and pitied him for being unable to bear losing his younger brother, but his actions were too extreme and violated the laws of Heaven.

As expected, the gods were furious and wanted to severely punish Fuzhu. The God of Destiny intervened with great effort and even asked the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden to help save Fuzhu's life.

To avoid bringing disaster upon his clan, Fu Zhu requested to be exiled to the demon realm and never set foot in the celestial realm again.

Under the careful care of the Star Lord of Destiny, Youlu slowly recovered.

However, his broken antlers were beyond repair, making Youlu the only divine beast cub in the celestial realm with a flawed divine nature. The pain of having his antlers and wings broken was also deeply imprinted on his soul, causing him to not only frequently suffer from nightmares but also to become extremely afraid of pain.

In order for him to grow up healthy, the God of Destiny had to seal his memories, and the gods in the heavens also agreed to say that his horn was broken because he was playing and accidentally fell.

This method successfully stopped Youlu from having nightmares, but it did not change his fear of pain.

The God of Destiny once worried that his child would feel inferior because of his physical disability, but later found that he was just overthinking it.

When other mythical beast cubs asked Youlu why he only had one antler, this was Youlu's answer.

He said, holding a gourd filled with milk in his mouth, "The little Pixiu and the little Qilin both have two horns, but I only have one. This shows that I am different from others and unique. You should recognize me as your leader."

Little Qilin objected, but he was forced to sit down and beaten up.

So he gained a group of followers.

Even with his flaws, he remains the most precious and dazzling treasure in the world.

However, Si Ming Xing Jun still noticed that he didn't like to revert to his original form, thinking that he was still bothered by his broken horn. So he talked to him, only to be told: "Oh dear, it's too embarrassing to break my horn. I feel ashamed every time I see it, so I don't want to revert to my beast form."

The Star Lord of Fate understood; the truly vulnerable and sensitive one was himself.

As his thoughts returned, the Star Lord of Destiny looked at the radiant young man before him, feeling a mix of emotions—a sense of admiration, pity, and a touch of worry.

Remembering his purpose in entering the dream, he straightened his expression and said, "You've been unconscious for three days. If you don't wake up soon, your body won't be able to hold on. Ask whatever you want to ask!"

You Lu was surprised that he had been unconscious for so long.

He immediately stopped wasting words and asked, "Why are you sending me to Dayong?"

"I can only tell you that this is both your tribulation and your opportunity."

"Was it Fuzhu who concealed others' destinies and placed a restriction on Meng Tianhong?"

"Yes."

What is my connection with him?

"You will know when the time comes."

"Why are you restricting my use of magic in the mortal realm? Do you know how inconvenient that is?"

"If you weren't forbidden from using magic, you would have been discovered long ago."

"Then why can someone hear my thoughts?"

"..."

"Was it you who did this?"

"..."

"While I'm saving Dayong, can I also find a boyfriend to date?"

"?!"

After the rapid-fire Q&A session ended, Youlu crossed her arms and said angrily, "I told you to watch less short dramas, but you wouldn't listen. Now you've given me this whole 'heartfelt confession' thing. Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?"

The God of Destiny rolled up his sleeves, opened the Book of Fate in his hand, and said, "Come on, tell me, who do you want to date? I'll change their fate right now! A mortal dares to try and steal my cabbage? This is outrageous!"

Youlu hugged his hand and said sweetly, "Grandpa~ He's not just an ordinary mortal. He said he'd share my joys and sorrows~~"

"Don't give me that!" The Star Lord of Destiny shook off his hand, pointing and scolding, "Men will only slow down your cultivation! You've already encountered such a formidable opponent as Fuzhu, and you still have the mind to talk about romance!"

"If I don't date, will my rivals suddenly become stupid and let me slap them in the face?" Yu Lu sincerely asked.

The Star Lord of Fate choked for a moment, then stammered, "But I can guarantee that as long as you talk to him, you'll be entering hell mode."

You Lu tossed her head, "I don't care! I want to talk! If you're really worried about me, send me some magical treasures to protect myself!"

"If I give you a few more magical treasures, this little world will really be in complete chaos!" Lord Si Ming stamped his foot.

The thief, Deer, chuckled and said, "Fine, if you don't want to give it to me, I'll have the Pixiu sneak back to the Heavenly Realm and steal my own magic treasures when I wake up. Is that alright?"

The Star Lord of Fate gave him a helpless glare, but remained silent, seemingly intending to turn a blind eye.

"Thank you, Grandpa~~" Youlu gave him a big hug.

The Star Lord of Destiny patted his back and said reluctantly, "Alright, go back now."

The deer nodded reluctantly.

The Star Lord of Destiny, still uneasy, added, "You must be careful; he... knows your abilities very well."

You Lu felt a chill run down his spine. It wasn't just that he understood; Fu Zhu had a way to control him, and he probably wouldn't be able to casually look at other people's fates anymore.

With the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Cang Shuyue stayed by the bedside in the back room of the Yicheng County Government Office, never leaving his side.

On the bed lay Youlu, who had been unconscious for three days. His face was peaceful, and his breathing was shallow. If it weren't for his pale complexion, he would have looked no different from someone who was asleep.

A knock sounded at the door, and Yinwu came in carrying two bowls of porridge, saying softly, "Master, the porridge is ready."

"Put it down." Cang Shuyue nodded, his voice slightly hoarse, otherwise no different from usual.

Yinwu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. In the end, he replied "yes," placed the porridge on the small table by the bedside, and quietly withdrew.

Cang Shuyue numbly picked up the porridge, fed Youlu a bowl, drank a bowl himself, and then took out a clean handkerchief, dipped it in warm water, and carefully wiped Youlu's body.

After finishing everything, he lay down beside Youlu, fully clothed, held his hand and kissed it gently, murmuring, "Why isn't my baby awake yet? Is it because I didn't kill Meng Tianhong?"

There was no response; the room was completely silent.

"I won't kill him. I know the baby doesn't want him to die." He continued speaking to himself, raising his hand to gently stroke the boy's soft profile.

"But I'm angry, he hurt you."

"If the baby doesn't wake up soon, I don't know what I might do."

"So please wake up soon, okay?"

The last word was trembling.

Youlu woke up to sobs, her shoulder covered in a warm, damp patch.

He blinked his dry eyes, and the corners of his lips involuntarily curved into a smile.

The crybaby is crying again.

Why do I feel both sorry for him and amused at the same time?