598: The God-Emperor Who Doesn't Know How to Be Gentle to Women

“The God Emperor has undergone a great battle and needs to recuperate.”

“The Empress is pregnant and resting.”

“I will meet with you all on their behalf.”

“To the new era, cheers!”

Moon Viewing City, on the open-air observation deck, was brightly lit.

Lin Xiaoer raised her glass, celebrating the arrival of the new era with humans and elves.

At the head of the table were naturally the various commanders of the Human Expeditionary Force, as well as the imperial relatives.

Next were the various Elders of the Elf World, and nobles with a Legacy of thousands of years.

Lin Xiaoer sat in the center, with Yekaterina and He Zhiyi seated on either side.

Since the God Emperor was not present, the people at the banquet did not discuss politics much. Everyone chatted happily, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

After all, the Elf World's specialties, besides elven beauties, also included mellow elven fruit wine.

Due to the rich Five Elements, the fruits, vegetables, and water quality of the Elf World were far superior to those of the Human World.

Even the simplest homemade wines could be considered ambrosia.

Lin Xiaoer, who already loved to drink, had a slight blush on her face after a few pots, and was chattering about family matters with her daughters-in-law.

“Xuan'er is pregnant… Qin Yang can’t touch her… You few need to step up during this period…”

These few sentences made Yekaterina and the others blush, and they quickly said, “Empress Dowager, isn't it inappropriate to discuss this here?”

Lin Xiaoer frowned and said, “What's so bad about it? Having children is also a major royal matter. You few need to work hard and try to produce a God Child.”

“Okay, I'll try… a half-elf?” Yekaterina nodded.

He Zhiyi, who was beside her, shrugged, “Effort is useless, you have to see if it's your turn…”

“Then it's up to each of us.”

Lin Xiaoer laughed heartily and said to He Zhiyi, “Aren't you quite resourceful? Much better than Qiu Ning, that blockhead.”

“I'm only stronger than her~”

He Zhiyi pouted. As far as she knew, the truly powerful ones were all in the Bronze Sparrow Terrace.

“Eh? Where's Qiu Ning?”

At this, Lin Xiaoer suddenly realized someone was missing and immediately craned her neck to look for her.

Ye Qiuning was her only Disciple, and she fell in love with her the first time she saw her.

At the time, she wanted Qin Yang to choose between her and Chu Mengxuan, but that guy said he wanted them all, which was simply beastly.

But now, it seemed that being beastly also had its advantages.

Given Qin Yang's current strength, if he wanted to have children, he really needed to develop through multiple channels.

“Qiu Ning is over there.”

He Zhiyi gestured with her mouth towards the high platform railing and whispered, “She's not in a good mood. She's probably about to part ways with Young Miss Hui Yue.”

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoer looked forward.

At the railing, two graceful figures stood.

On the left was Hui Yue, on the right was Ye Qiuning.

The two leaned against the railing, one facing forward and one facing backward, seemingly chatting.

In the glow of the lights, Lin Xiaoer could see that Ye Qiuning, who was leaning against the railing, had a face full of melancholy.

“This child…”

Lin Xiaoer shook her head with a bitter smile.

Excluding Gu Yu, who had a life-skill profession, Ye Qiuning's combat power was the weakest among her daughters-in-law.

Her Sword Immortal profession was only at the extraordinary level.

Not to mention He Zhiyi's Tian Gu Spiritual Medium, even compared to the Dragon Fist Master, who was also extraordinary, she was a bit weaker.

If it weren't for the existence of Sword Spirit Hui Yue, she would have long been unable to keep up with Chu Mengxuan and He Zhiyi's leveling intensity.

And now, Hui Yue had been revived by Qin Yang and could no longer exist as a Sword Spirit.

As a result, Ye Qiuning appeared even more ordinary.

“I hope she can cheer up.”

Lin Xiaoer sighed in her heart.

The Sword Immortal profession added the concept of a “Sword Heart.”

The Sword Heart was the condensation of the Sword Immortal's will and could not be strengthened by external forces. It required the Sword Immortal to comprehend and cultivate it themselves.

Therefore, the growth curve of a Sword Immortal was also much more challenging than other professions.

Many Sword Immortals failed to achieve success because their Sword Heart could not form, or because it shattered.

But Lin Xiaoer, as a legendary Sword Immortal, naturally understood the strength of this profession.

Once the Sword Heart formed, strength would advance by leaps and bounds, and its growth potential was simply incomparable to other extraordinary professions.

It could be said that the watershed for a Sword Immortal lay in the Sword Heart.

“Thinking about it this way, letting Qiu Ning separate from Hui Yue is also a good thing.”

“With a cheat, one can never form their own Sword Heart.”

“She must overcome this hurdle on her own.”

Thinking this, Lin Xiaoer stopped bothering with Ye Qiuning and drank her fruit wine, but her cup was empty.

He Zhiyi, beside her, winked and immediately got up to pour wine for her mother-in-law, smiling mischievously, “Empress Dowager, I also want to contribute to the royal family's expansion. I heard you have a medicinal wine…”

“You even know about the medicinal wine?” Lin Xiaoer was startled.

He Zhiyi grinned, “I heard from your best friend that the Retired Emperor was won over that way~”

“You listen to their nonsense!”

“Ai! He Zhiyi is truly a clever one…”

Lin Xiaoer's forehead was covered in black lines.

She thought to herself, if only Ye Qiuning had half of He Zhiyi's wit.

At the platform railing, Saintess Hui Yue took a deep breath, her expression content and joyful, as if savoring the long-lost fresh air.

“Congratulations, your dream has come true.”

Seeing Hui Yue's happy and relaxed appearance, Ye Qiuning sincerely offered her blessings.

When she was with Hui Yue, she often heard her talk about the beauty of the Elf World, as if she dreamed of returning to it.

Now, seeing her “partner's” dream come true, while genuinely happy for her, she also felt worried about her own future.

After losing Hui Yues Fire, she would just be an ordinary Sword Immortal.

Hui Yue seemed to notice Ye Qiuning's worries and smiled, asking, “My dream has come true, but what about yours?”

Ye Qiuning was stunned, then shook her head and said, “I don't have a dream now. I used to want to be a Sword Immortal like the Empress Dowager, but now it seems impossible.”

Hui Yue lowered her gaze and said, “I'm sorry, I made you lose your dream.”

Ye Qiuning nodded, but quickly shook her head again, saying, “Actually, you've helped me a lot. The first time I saw the God Emperor, I lost all confidence. You helped me build my confidence.”

“This has to do with Master… no… this has to do with the God Emperor?” Hui Yue asked.

“Yes…”

Ye Qiuning showed an awkward smile and said, “The first time I saw him, I was almost beaten to death by him.”

After speaking, she looked up at the Imperial Dragon Carriage, “You probably can't imagine how cold the despair is when you're his opponent.”

“I can imagine…”

“No, not imagine, I've experienced it too.”

Hui Yue shivered, seemingly recalling something unpleasant.

“You were also beaten by the God Emperor?” Ye Qiuning asked.

“Pretty much…” Hui Yue nodded, “Also almost beaten to death…”

Pfft!

Ye Qiuning chuckled, “The Empress was also beaten by the God Emperor! He punched her and pinned her to the ground!”

“Yes, Master really doesn't know how to be gentle with women!” Hui Yue nodded seriously.

“Isn't that right? I'm still a little afraid of him even now!”

Just as the two were complaining about the God Emperor.

The shadow of the railing suddenly twisted.

An Imperial Guard, wearing a flying saucer helmet and a flying fish uniform, emerged from it and bowed to the two, “Consort Ning, Saintess Hui Yue, Your Majesty has summoned you for an audience.”

The moment they saw the Imperial Guard, both froze, and simultaneously thought, “Oh no…”