My Lady Always Lacks Ambition

Chapter 1333 - 1244: Homeward Bound (Part 2)

"I am tired." Qi Qian’s face, full of wrinkles, showed a faint smile: "Actually, from beginning to end, I never intended to be the Lord of the World. Your master found me, and I just went through it with a thick skin. Fortunately, I didn’t disgrace myself. As for this country, does an Emperor really live forever, ever and ever? Impossible. Just as an Emperor cannot live forever, how can the country always bear the surname Qi for eternity?"

Qi Qian looked at the carvings on the dragon bed and said: "This country can bear the surname Qi and naturally can bear another. I have held on, and my mission is complete. Whether my descendants can hold on or not, how can I decide? It is all fate. If the Qi family’s fate has reached its end, then it is not up to him to set the rules. I have taught what I could. How this country fares afterward depends on the next generation."

"You are very magnanimous."

Qi Qian said: "To say I have no regrets is false. My only regret is that I waited for your master’s return in vain. If she could see me off, I would have no regrets in this life."

Teng Zhao fell silent; it has been twenty years, and the seed of karmic fire has remained elusive.

"What you’ve done for her is enough. Your master in heaven will be comforted."

Throughout his life, Qi Qian was frugal. His harem was simple, with little expenditure and no extravagance or waste. The only significant expense was the temple built for Qin Liuxi, with a golden statue erected, revered as an Immortal Lord, for people to worship and remember, its incense thriving.

"When she returns, remember to tell her for me, I have not let her down." As the effect of the medicine waned, Qi Qian gradually weakened.

Teng Zhao agreed, but couldn’t resist quietly sending a bit of spiritual power over.

Qi Qian felt it, shook his head slightly, wanting to say not to waste it.

"Your Majesty, the fourth young master has been brought."

"Summon."

With a solemn demeanor, Teng Zhao looked towards the entrance of the sleeping chamber, where a little eunuch brought in a round child, looking somewhat clumsy.

The child was about five or six years old but was so fat that his eyes were squeezed into slits. His clothes seemed about to burst, and his face was black and blue, looking particularly pitiable; it was unknown where he had fallen.

Too fat!

Teng Zhao frowned.

This fatness wasn’t true fatness; it was pseudo-fat, caused by the accumulation of various supplements.

And his life chart was even worse, the terribly unlucky kind, with deficiencies in the Four Pillars and Eight Characters, and the Five Elements yin and yang clashing. At birth, he went through a life-and-death ordeal, his mother had a difficult labor, and nearly suffocated him in the birth canal. When he emerged, he had only one breath left, and it took a lot of effort and resources to nurture him back. But even so, various illnesses came one after another, and he was inseparable from medicine daily.

Surviving to five years old was all due to the protection of Royal Energy, but starting from five, various dangers began. He would fall when walking, could drown even with people bathing him. When his brothers fought, he would be the one to suffer. In short, he was born unlucky. Noticing this, naturally no one dared to play with him, fearing being infected with bad luck.

In such a predatory place as the Palace, a child without a mother’s protection suffers the most. Qi Mingyun’s constitution was only luck to survive to this age because of Qi Qian’s special instructions; otherwise, if the daily medicine didn’t keep up, he might have died young, let alone gotten this pseudo-fat.

Teng Zhao was both troubled and disdainful. Could he have another disciple to mentor? This boy was a big trouble, and he hated trouble.

But the master had said that he would have only one disciple. This year, sensing the fate of master and disciple beginning, he conducted divination and found that person was in the Imperial Palace. During a trip to give acupuncture and adjust Qi Qian’s medicine, he conducted an inquiry.

Couldn’t believe it, he had grown fatter than last time.

Qi Mingyun knelt and performed a great rite for Qi Qian, looking somewhat afraid, stammering out: "Imperial Grandfather, are you better? I don’t know why you summoned me?"

After performing the rite and saying these two sentences, he was panting, looking very exhausted.

Seeing this, Teng Zhao felt his temples pounding and his head ached terribly.

However, after meeting, the statement "only one disciple in destiny" instantly connected two people’s karmic lines, and he couldn’t help but believe it.

Qi Qian pointed to Teng Zhao and said: "Mingyun, would you be willing to enter Enlightenment with this immortal?"

He also didn’t anticipate that his bloodline would have someone enter Enlightenment, and also become Teng Zhao’s disciple. When he suggested taking the disciple, he was skeptical it was this seemingly immature child.

Was there something extraordinary about this child?

Qi Mingyun blinked and asked: "What is entering Enlightenment?"

"It means going to the Daoist Temple to learn the Xuanmen Five Skills, yes, becoming a monk."