After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

"Little Father, I..." Hua Yue didn't know how to start, after all, this matter sounded too unbelievable.

She tilted her head, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"About eighteen years ago, did you save someone...?" Hua Yue asked, "He probably..."

He looked around the underground palace and pointed to the palace lanterns hanging on the stone wall, "About the same height as this."

The beautiful eyes still held a hint of doubt.

Hua Yue continued racking her brains to describe him, "He's a handsome young man who can drive you crazy with his words. Have you seen him?"

She blinked her beautiful eyes.

"He wears black and always looks at people with the whites of his eyes, as if he thinks he's the best in the world."

The woman with beautiful eyes took Huayue's hand. "Come with me."

The two walked through the winding underground palace for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The beautiful eyes pointed to a room, "Here."

Hua Yue somehow understood what he meant. "Little Father, are you saying he used to live here?"

She nodded cutely with her pretty eyes.

Hua Yue pushed open the door and entered. The room was not large, with a couch, a bookcase, and a low table.

A bright luminous pearl sat on the table as Huayue entered.

It's impossible to tell who ever lived here; the bed is just a few planks pieced together, and the bookshelves are completely empty.

Only a pen, ink, and a few pages of letter paper were placed on the desk.

Huayue picked up the letter and for a moment felt a sense of absurdity, as if to say, "It really is so."

Such ugly handwriting could only have been written by a prince.

Serial Number 1:

Damn, how did I end up here? It looks like I fell into a grave pit.

Although it may be impolite to say this, I feel that the person who saved me has something wrong with their head.

He doesn't seem like a normal person because he doesn't speak.

Serial Number Two:

He should just shut up; it's making it seem like I have a split personality.

Serial Number Three:

Judging from the frequency of medication, I should be taking it every eight hours, and so far, I have been taking it for almost a week.

Honestly, I'm really scared. Will he be able to prescribe medicine to treat the illness?

Number Nineteen:

Finally, I don't have to take medicine anymore. When the hell am I supposed to get out?

Serial number twenty-six:

He said the city gates wouldn't open until the quicksand stopped. There's no day or night here. How long have I been in this godforsaken place? I feel like if any longer, I'll go crazy like him.

Serial number thirty-five:

I'm going crazy.

Once I get out of here, I'm going to kill you all!!!

Why can't we go out yet? Damn it!!

Serial number 41:

I have no other ambitions in this life, I just want to marry a wife before I die, the kind with a slim waist and long legs.

Serial number fifty-four:

My name is Yin Cheng, and I'm a really awesome person.

……

She wrote nearly a hundred entries in total, and the more Huayue read them, the more speechless she became.

He carefully packed up the letter and put it in his pocket.

What do you call this? You call this a dark history.

I'll show it to Wang Jun later and laugh at this foolish man!

Hua Yue himself didn't realize that a faint smile was always on his lips.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, the pretty-eyed man smiled along with him.

Hua Yue ran over and took his arm. "Little Daddy, show me around. I also want to tell you something very coincidental."

On the other side, two young men, carelessly tossed on the ground, looked at each other in silence.

Kong Sangqi remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Did you hear anything before?"

"I wonder what Your Majesty means?" Although Chi Xu's tone sounded respectful, the expression on his face was not very respectful, but rather somewhat amused.

Kong Sangqi didn't care at all about this person's attitude towards him; all he wanted to do was boast, "When we were swallowed by the yellow sand, A-Yue called me 'Father,' did you hear that?"

Chi Xu's lips twitched. He had thought about it a thousand times, but he never expected it to be this.

"Well……"

Kong Sangqi continued, seemingly to himself, "It seems that in A Yue's heart, he has definitely forgiven me."

As far as he knew, although A-Yue was raised by Yin Cheng, he had never called Yin Cheng that.

Kong Sangqi was extremely pleased with himself, thinking: "You damned Yin Cheng, what do you have to compare with me?"

He began to envision a bright future, believing that as long as Chensha was willing to go back with him, the three of them could truly be reunited.

Chi Xu cleared his throat and said in a very obsequious tone, "His Majesty the Emperor Emeritus is a man of great wisdom and will surely have his wish fulfilled."

But his face was filled with mockery, making his fawning voice sound particularly grating.

Kong Sangqi calmed down from his joy.

He lowered his gaze and looked at Chi Xu.

During his time in the desert, he lived peacefully with this man, to the point that he forgot who he was.

"I know you are a descendant of Yu Hai. Now that A Yue is not here, I warn you that if you dare to show the slightest disrespect to A Yue, I will raze your Yu Hai to the ground."

"Sigh." Chi Xu sighed softly, "The Emperor Emeritus has quite the big mouth. Anyone who doesn't know the truth would think you're an invincible general."

He always loses to Yin Cheng, and he doesn't even bother to say it.

It was also trampled flat.

Laugh to death.

Kong Sangqi glared angrily, "If it weren't for A-Yue's high regard for you, do you think you would dare to speak to me like that?"

Even if Yue'er acknowledges you, Kong Sangqi, you can't erase what you've done.

Chi Xu's nonchalant attitude belied the sharp edge in his words, making them impossible to ignore: "Tell me, what would your amnesiac husband think if he knew you'd lost the child?"

"You..." Kong Sangqi's chest heaved, seemingly quite angry. "Are you threatening me?"

Chi Xu said, "Look at you, you get angry over just a few words."

He curled his lips into a sneer, then went to lie down on the other side of the room. "Your Majesty, I'm just kindly reminding you that your Empress Dowager doesn't seem to have any intention of acknowledging you. Breaking off relations with me now won't do you any good."

Kong Sangqi gritted his teeth in anger. Although he didn't want to admit it, what this brat said was true.

Sure enough, none of Yu Hai's descendants are kind-hearted!

In contrast to the tense atmosphere between the two men, a father and son were enjoying themselves in a small garden, admiring the glowing plants.

"Little Father, isn't it a coincidence? He saved me back then, and then you saved him." Hua Yue smiled faintly. "It seems that everything was preordained by Heaven."

Her beautiful eyes nodded gently, and she lovingly stroked Huayue's cheek.

Hua Yue gently grasped that old hand.

His hands, like his voice, were quite different. One hand was as fair and smooth as an eighteen-year-old boy's, while the other hand was like withered tree bark.

"Little Daddy, can you tell me... your voice... your hands... what's going on?"

The pretty eyes didn't understand what he meant.

Hua Yue held that aged hand and suddenly felt like crying.

He didn't know why he wanted to cry, and when he came to his senses, tears were already streaming down his face.