Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 493: 7. New State Preceptor

Translator: 549690339

Xia Ji did not do anything. He was just like an ordinary baby being carried.

However, if he wanted to, he could let his original power descend into this small body at any time and transform himself in a very short period of time.

However, if you had truly lived for more than 1,500 years, wielded your saber day and night for hundreds of years, fought against countless demons and ghosts without any promise or future, wandered around the Yellow Spring with the tide of ghosts, and watched the Reincarnation Platform that spanned time and space crush countless souls, you would feel a sense of indifference when you returned to the human world.

You won’t be angry because of many things, and you won’t be anxious to do anything or show anything.

If one’s heart had been preserved for eternity, and one’s body had flowed through the river of death, one would only count numbers day and night. If one only thought of one person, one would understand that a few years, or even a dozen years, or even decades, were just a snap of one’s fingers.

You care about this flick, but you are no longer impatient.

The carriage entered the palace of Qi State.

The lotus flower wind blew through the Seven Moon Pond, passing through the corridor, bypassing the painted building, caressing the vermilion railing, and entering the courtyard that was as deep as the sea.

The palace maid carried the baby boy wrapped in red silk and hurried to the courtyard.

This was a courtyard in a corner of the harem.

The direction was the degree of favor.

And the concubines who lived here were definitely not favored to the extreme.

The palace maid carried the baby boy and pushed open the palace door.

Behind the door, a bedridden concubine’s weak face was revealed.

She had finished giving birth, and the pain had yet to subside.

But she couldn’t care less about the pain. Her weak face instantly revealed an immaculate anxiety.

“Child…My child..

The palace maid handed the baby boy back.

Like a female leopard, the concubine nimbly took the child and carefully held him in her arms like a treasure.

The palace maid said lightly, ” The Empress has seen him. She thinks that this child is not bad, so she gave him the name Yu. He’s called Qi Yu. ”

The concubine was stunned.

Foolish?

“The title of a prince should be bestowed by the emperor, not the empress,” she said.

“The Emperor has promised.” The palace maid sneered.

After saying that, the two palace maids left the palace without any hesitation.

Today was the day when two concubines were pregnant at the same time, and the emperor was there but not here, which could once again explain the situation of favor.

The door closed…

The sunlight was blocked outside.

The concubine was stunned for a long time before she hugged the baby boy in her arms and cried. She was not strong to begin with.

After crying for a while, she calmed down.

Although her expression was still sad, it was gentler and firmer because of her motherly love.

She was afraid that she would scare the baby boy in her arms, so she wiped her tears and forced herself to smile through her tears. She looked at the baby boy in her arms, who was made of ice and jade, and carefully protected him. Then, she said to him,”Mommy was just playing with it. It’s fine, it’s fine.” As she spoke, she lifted her clothes and began to do what a mother should do.

Xia Ji sucked on his mother’s milk. If he didn’t regain his strength, he would need the nutrition of mother’s milk to grow up.

Being able to have a mother and a reasonable identity also provided the conditions for him to smoothly integrate into this world.

However…

What kind of palace was this?

He pondered.

Soon, after he was fed, his mother began to hum a song to coax him into his dream.

Xia Ji opened his eyes. He was not used to sleeping. He had not slept for a thousand years.

However, strangely enough, the weak body that had yet to recover its power soon felt tired.

Exhaustion made Xia Ji’s mind go blank, and his tightly clenched fists slowly relaxed.

The solar flares, the solar plume currents, the fire crown bubbles, and the red and white porridge-like world with a temperature far higher than magma were all gone.

What replaced it was a thin and soft blanket that covered the back of her hand as if it was weightless. It was the sound of a human mother humming a sleeping tune with love.

His eyelids felt heavy and slowly drooped, blocking out the light.

But this was not darkness, but a warm dream.

The source of thɪs content is ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

Xia Ji sighed in his heart.That was great.

This was the first time he had fallen asleep in a thousand years.

He slept soundly.

When he woke up, he saw his mother’s maid.

He could not help but stare at the maid.

She was not tall, only 1.5 meters tall. Her skin was crystal clear, petite, and soft. She was wrapped in a palace maid’s dress, and her soft long hair fell to her waist. There was a somewhat cute feeling between her eyes.

The concubine’s mood finally improved a little.”Sister Wu, Little Yu likes you very much. He has been looking at you.”

“Ah…” Little Wu ran over and carefully and curiously looked at the baby boy in the concubine’s arms.

The baby boy was also staring at her.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment.

“I like him too.”

“That’s great.” The concubine’s heart warmed.

This concubine was Hua Xiaochan, who had taken Little Wu from the streets many years ago and married into the palace.

The reason why Xia Ji was staring at Xiao Wu was simple. It was because…Xiao Wu looked exactly like Xia Xiaosu.

Hua Xiaochan looked at the baby boy in her arms and said,”ln the future, she will be your aunt. You must not treat her as a servant. Ah, do you understand, Little Yu?”

Xia Ji blinked his eyes. He always remembered that he was a baby. Babies couldn’t speak, and his vocal organs hadn’t fully developed yet, so he could still produce simple syllables.

Therefore, he made strange babbling sounds to show that he understood.

In the end, Hua Xiaochan revealed a worried expression.

“Sister Wu, I think Little Yu is sick. Why doesn’t he cry?”

“This is simple.” Little Wubian walked over as he spoke. He tilted his head slightly and stared at the baby boy’s little butt. ” Just a few slaps will do.. ‘