I write novels in Liyue

It wasn't just out of my own curiosity, but also because understanding the character was essential to writing a good play.

"Then I'll tell you."

Fang Qiu smiled faintly and said, "As mentioned in the story, Yang Jian is actually the Heavenly Emperor's nephew. Many, many years ago, when the Heavenly Court was first established and the Heavenly Laws were newly set, Yang Jian's mother, Yao Ji, who was also the Heavenly Emperor's sister, fell in love with a mortal, just like her daughter, the Third Holy Mother. She married a mortal and gave birth to Yang Jian and his two siblings. When the Heavenly Emperor learned of this, he ordered the killing of Yang Jian's father and brothers and the imprisonment of his mother in Peach Mountain. He and his sister were fortunate enough to be rescued by other immortals..."

"Uh……"

Upon hearing this, Yun Jin frowned, realizing that things seemed to be more complicated than they appeared.

The story of Chenxiang rescuing his mother is like a gentle tale of immortals and mortals, but why does the style suddenly change when it comes to Yang Jian?

Fang Qiu glanced at Yun Jin with a faint smile and continued speaking.

Yang Jian followed that immortal to cultivate and finally achieved some success.

He wanted to rescue his mother and storm the Heavenly Court.

So he went to Peach Mountain, defeated the guardian dragon, and split Peach Mountain in two with an axe. But he found his mother bound by chains, which he could not break. At that moment, the dragon attacked again, but was defeated by Yang Jian once more.

Yang Jian wanted to kill the dragon, but his mother, Yao Ji, pleaded for its life, and Yang Jian spared it.

The dragon also transformed into Yang Jian's weapon.

Just as Yang Jian was trying to find a way to rescue his mother, the Heavenly Emperor learned of this. Because the Heavenly Emperor had just taken over the Heavenly Court and his power was unstable, and the Heavenly Laws were not enough to deter the Heavenly Realm, he decided to use his sister and nephew to establish his authority.

So the Heavenly Emperor sent out ten suns, intending to scorch Yang Jian and his mother to death.

Then ten suns appeared in the sky.

Countless lives were reduced to ashes.

Yao Ji fainted from the sun. Seeing that his mother was in critical condition, Yang Jian immediately carried a huge boulder to shield her from the sun. However, under the scorching heat of ten suns, the boulder quickly turned red-hot, its skin cracking and flesh splitting open.

But Yang Jian remained motionless.

Yao Ji slowly awoke and pleaded with the Heavenly Emperor, offering to die in exchange for the safety of her son and the common people, but the Heavenly Emperor ruthlessly refused.

Yang Jian also wanted to exchange his own life for his mother's, but was refused.

Yang Jian felt his bones were about to be burned away, and his consciousness gradually blurred. He heard his mother say to him, "Erlang, I'm leaving. For me, this is also a relief. You must protect your sister and not let her get hurt."

By the time he came to his senses, his mother had already died.

Yang Jian was furious. He looked up at the sky and roared that he would shatter the Heavenly Palace, take the Heavenly Emperor's life, and never underestimate a young man's potential.

In the end, however, in order to protect his sister, he had no choice but to submit to the Heavenly Court and endure hardship to achieve his goal.

"So, he suppressed his sister, the Third Holy Mother, and prevented Chenxiang from rescuing his mother in order to protect his sister and nephew?"

After hearing Yang Jian's story, Yun Jin froze on the spot, her eyes reddening and filled with sorrow. She murmured something.

It turns out that Yang Jian, who seems heartless, has such a tragic story behind him.

She couldn't imagine the panic and fear Yang Jian felt when he learned that his sister had violated the heavenly rules.

It's also unimaginable that after he suppressed his sister, the Heavenly Emperor didn't feel at ease enough to punish her further.

It's even more unimaginable what despair and pain Yang Jian and Chen Xiang felt after splitting Mount Hua with the help of various immortals and gods.

He must have thought at the time that he was going to lose his sister and nephew again.

But he couldn't do anything...

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the Heavenly Emperor's rule had become more consolidated, and with his increased strength, the Heavenly Emperor showed leniency and spared Chenxiang and the Third Holy Mother.

I wonder what he will think when he sees his sister's family reunited.

Is it for my sister's happiness, or for the sadness that comes with remembering my mother...?

Thinking of this, Yun Jin couldn't help but give Fang Qiu a resentful look.

As expected of Miss Fang Qiu...

To be able to create such a deeply moving and logically consistent story in such a short time, and to hide such a knife under a sweet pastry.

"However, it's best not to adapt Yang Jian's story into an opera for the Lantern Festival."

Fang Qiu said, "Let's sing it after the Lantern Festival."

"Ah."

Yun Jin nodded, but at the same time, she also felt somewhat helpless.

Unlike the white-haired beauty before her, she didn't particularly like knife-wielding people.

However, after hearing the story of Chenxiang, many people will probably dislike this wicked older brother.

Knowing the truth, how could she bear not to tell others about Yang Jian's predicament...?

Miss Fang Qiu is really wicked.

"Miss Fang Qiu, thank you. I will write this story into a play. After I get back, I will discuss it with everyone at Yunhan Society and pay you the appropriate compensation."

Yun Jin said.

"No need, no need, consider this a Lantern Festival gift for you."

Fang Qiu said with a smile, "Just cherish these two stories."

"This……"

Yun Jin hesitated.

These two stories are quite valuable.

"We're friends, and friends should help each other. You can help me out next time you have the chance."

Fang Qiu said with a smile.

Putting aside the fact that they are friends, the fact that Yun Jin buys her book before its release date has a significant promotional effect.

You should know that Yun Jin is a famous actress in Liyue.

According to Hu Tao, even Mr. Zhongli, the man with the most refined taste in their family's ancestral hall, loves watching Yun Jin's plays.

Walking down the street, at least one of the three people knew Yun Jin's name.

It's only right that a celebrity would personally buy her book before its official release date and help her come up with a story for free.

Moreover, Yun Jin was also helping her with Yingying.

Although it was Ms. Ningguang who funded the invitation, Yun Jin didn't have to put in so much effort.

"Alright then, thank you very much, Miss Fang Qiu."

Yun Jin nodded, then asked, "By the way, Miss Fang Qiu, what would be a good name for this play?"

"Let's call it 'The Lotus Lantern' or 'Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother'."

Fang Qiu said, "As for the name, let Yun Jin choose it after you finish writing the play."

"Ah."

Yun Jin nodded.

Afterwards, they talked about opera, and by the time they finished, it was already quite late.

The night outside the window was chilly and still.

Most of the lanterns along the roadside were extinguished, and Liyue Harbor had fallen into slumber.

As they chatted, Fang Qiu's sleepiness, which had vanished due to the fright, gradually returned.

Seeing Fang Qiu's drowsy appearance, which was quite cute, Yun Jin didn't want to disturb her any further and said, "It's getting late, I'll head back now. Miss Fang Qiu, you should get some rest."

As she spoke, she stood up, making a move to leave.

"I'll take you."

In a daze, upon hearing that Yun Jin was leaving, Fang Qiu immediately stood up to see Yun Jin off.

However, he stood up too quickly, and after taking just one step, everything went black before his eyes, and he fell to the ground.

it's over...

I got up too quickly after sitting for so long...

Orthostatic hypotension...

"Miss Fang Qiu, there's no need..."

Before Yun Jin could finish speaking, she heard a thud behind her. She turned around instinctively and saw Fang Qiu lying on the ground.

"Miss Fang Qiu! Are you alright?"

Yun Jin's expression changed, and she quickly ran back to Fang Qiu's side, gently helping Fang Qiu up.

After being helped up by Yun Jin, Fang Qiu slowly regained his vision.

"It's nothing... I just felt a little dizzy because I got up too quickly after sitting for a long time."

Despite the pain from the fall, Fang Qiu rubbed her forehead, shook her head, and said softly.

"Then let me help you up."

Yun Jin said.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu nodded.

Just as Yun Jin helped her up, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

Fang Qiu trembled in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yun Jin also noticed Fang Qiu's unusual condition and quickly looked at Fang Qiu's ankle. She touched the bone and thankfully, the bone was fine; it was just a sprain.

She breathed a sigh of relief, told Fang Qiu about her sprained ankle, and then helped Fang Qiu limp over to sit down in front of the bouncy bomb doll.

"Fortunately, the sprain is not too serious. People often fall and sprain their ankles in the opera troupe. I also did it when I was practicing. So I went to Bubulu to learn a lot of emergency skills. Pull your trousers up a bit, and I'll help you take care of it."

Yun Jin said.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu gently pulled up her trouser leg.

"Miss Fang Qiu, please conjure a piece of ice for me."