112: The Seven Sons—Emperor Yunshuo

Ten days later, in the early morning.

Sunlight from the window spilled into the inner chamber, bathing the hall in a warm glow.

Di Yan rose early and left, heading to the Imperial Study to handle the government affairs that had accumulated over the past ten days.

Inside the sleeping quarters, Chen Lan slowly woke up, her whole body feeling sore and weak.

Beside her, Chen Yue was already awake, lying on her side with her gaze resting quietly on her face.

Their eyes met.

Two blushes instantly bloomed on Chen Lan's cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears.

Scenes of the past ten days' absurdity surfaced in her mind one by one, making her so ashamed she wanted to disappear.

It was too crazy.

His Majesty was far too unrestrained.

The corners of Chen Yue's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

She reached out to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind Chen Lan's ear and said softly, "You're awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Chen Lan instinctively buried her face in the fluffy pillow, leaving only the tips of her reddened ears visible as her muffled voice drifted out, "Ancestor, please... please don't ask."

"Still calling me Ancestor?" Chen Yue's tone carried a hint of affectionate reproach. "Now that we are both His Majesty's concubines, just call me 'Sister'."

Chen Lan quietly peeked out from the pillow and looked at Chen Yue.

The other's gaze was gentle and calm, carrying an accepting warmth that put her at ease.

Instantly, the inescapable shyness in her heart gradually transformed into a deep sense of security.

Chen Lan pursed her lips and finally whispered, "Sister."

"Yes," Chen Yue replied with a smile, the warmth in her eyes deepening. "Since you're awake, let's freshen up and change. I'll take you to meet the other sisters in the palace."

"Yes, Sister."

Chen Lan answered softly, propping up her still-weak body as she slowly sat up.

The cotton silk slid down, revealing ambiguous crimson marks on her neck and shoulders, making her face flush and heart race once again.

But this time, beneath the shyness was an unprecedented sense of stability.

As well as a faint expectation for the days to come.

She, Consort Lan, Chen Lan, was from this moment on a legitimate concubine of the Taiyan Immortal Court.

She belonged to that unfathomable His Majesty Emperor Yan... One month later.

Inside the Imperial Study, Di Yan was holding a vermilion brush, reviewing memorials.

A palace maid entered with hurried steps and prostrated herself in the hall.

"Your Majesty, Consort Rou is about to give birth!"

Di Yan's vermilion brush paused, and he looked up. "Prepare the carriage for Xuanxiao Palace."

Having said that, he stood up and walked out of the hall, the palace maid hurriedly rising to follow.

Just as he stepped out of the Imperial Study, he looked up to see a sudden phenomenon appearing in the sky.

Radiant light swirled, immortal clouds gathered, and a clear, resonant sound echoed in all directions.

Di Yan's gaze was calm; he had long since grown accustomed to this.

Whenever one of his children was born, it would trigger a worldly phenomenon.

This was no longer a secret in Taiyan Immortal City.

Now, whenever the people in the city saw auspicious signs in the sky, they knew another of His Majesty's offspring was being born.

Before long, Di Yan arrived outside Xuanxiao Palace.

From a distance, he saw a group of concubines gathered at the palace gates, all looking excited and peering toward the interior.

"His Majesty is here!" a sharp-eyed concubine called out softly.

Upon hearing this, the concubines made way, respectfully parting to create a path.

Di Yan walked through the crowd and stepped straight into the palace.

As soon as he entered, he heard the midwife's slightly hurried voice: "Your Ladyship, breathe in, relax."

Immediately following was the loud and powerful cry of a baby!

【Ding! The Yaochi Empress Wen Wanrou has given birth to the host's first child!】

【Congratulations to the host, you have gained one lucky draw opportunity!】

The midwife carefully wrapped the baby in silk and gently placed him beside Wen Wanrou's pillow.

"Congratulations, Your Ladyship! It's a healthy little prince!"

Wen Wanrou turned her head to look at the child beside her, a smile of extreme tenderness blooming on her pale face.

"Is my Beloved Consort's body alright?"

Di Yan's voice came from the doorway.

As Wen Wanrou and the maids were about to salute, Di Yan strode to the bedside and gently pressed her shoulder. "No need for formalities; just stay lying down."

【Name: Wen Wanrou】

【Cultivation: Peak Saint Emperor】

【Taboo Identity: Yaochi Empress】

【Status: About to Awaken】

【Destined Son of Luck: Mu Yun】

【Title: Donghua Emperor】

【Luck Interception Progress: 100%】

【...】

Di Yan's gaze swept over the maids kneeling on the floor, and he said calmly, "All of you may leave. Everyone is rewarded with ten thousand Spirit Crystals."

The maids showed joy and said in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Lady Consort Rou!"

After the maids withdrew, Di Yan looked back at Wen Wanrou.

Her face was slightly pale, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but her eyes were remarkably bright, gazing at him softly.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Wen Wanrou shook her head gently, her gaze soft like spring water. "Your Majesty, Your Subject is fine."

As she spoke, she gently nudged the child in her arms toward Di Yan. "Look, Your Majesty, does this child look more like you or more like me?"

Di Yan extended a long finger and very lightly touched the baby's soft cheek.

The little thing seemed to sense it, its small head nuzzling against his fingertip.

"The eyes are like yours, clear and bright," Di Yan said softly.

"Your Majesty, please give the child a name." Wen Wanrou looked at Di Yan expectantly.

Di Yan said slowly, "I have already thought of a name. It shall be—Di Yunshuo."

【Name: Di Yunshuo】

【Cultivation: None】

【Physique: Five Elements Chaos Physique】

【Identity: Seventh Son of Di Yan, Son of Wen Wanrou】

【Luck: 777,777,777,777,777+】

【...】

"Di Yunshuo."

Wen Wanrou repeated softly, her eyes shimmering as if savoring the Concept within the name. After a long moment, she spoke, "Yunshuo, it truly is a fine name."

"It has both the elegance of immortal clouds and the vastness of the Northern Desert."

"On behalf of Yunshuo, Your Subject thanks Your Majesty."

Di Yan smiled slightly, his gaze falling on the baby's sleeping face.

The two of them watched the child in silence, occasionally whispering a few words, the atmosphere warm and peaceful.

The concubines who had quietly gathered outside the hall saw this and were all filled with envy.

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Di Yan suddenly looked up at Wen Wanrou. "Beloved Consort, have you forgotten something?"

"What?" Wen Wanrou was startled, then realized and hurriedly said, "Ah, I remember now."

Her eyelids grew uncontrollably heavy, and her voice softened. "Your Majesty, please take good care of our Yunshuo. I... I need to faint for a while first."

Di Yan nodded and gently held her. "Sleep peacefully. I promise you that when you wake up, there will be a big surprise."

Wen Wanrou gave a very soft "mm" and leaned into his arms, falling into a deep sleep.

Because Di Yan had given orders beforehand, Ji Qingying and Di Yunshu, who had already awakened, did not tell the other concubines about the Reincarnation.

After all, if this matter were to spread, it would inevitably cause unnecessary panic.

Besides, Di Yan had a suspicion.

Most of the concubines in his Harem probably knew each other in some unknown past.

Otherwise, how could there be so many taboo existences in this world?

Currently, the memories of Consort Ying and Consort Shu had not yet fully recovered.

According to Di Yan's deduction, those memories were quite critical and would gradually awaken in the years to come.

Di Yan stayed in Xuanxiao Palace for a few more moments before getting up to return to the Imperial Study.

As soon as he sat down, his mind moved slightly. "System, use the lucky draw opportunity."