30: Chapter 30 You Are My Little Husband

"As graceful as a startled swan, as supple as a swimming dragon."

"As radiant as an autumn chrysanthemum, as flourishing as a spring pine."

"Dim as the moon shrouded by light clouds, fluttering like snow whirled by the flowing wind."

"Who on earth were you describing with such a beautiful poem? I really envy that woman."

A look of envy appeared on Mi Qianxi's cheeks as she murmured to herself, "You have returned, but my imperial father can no longer fulfill his promise."

Her thoughts drifted back to when she was five years old.

"Imperial Father, I want the child prodigy of Great Qin, Ye Xuan, to be my future husband!"

The petite Mi Qianxi, ignoring the dark face of her imperial father Mi Wushuang, blurted out those childish, lisping words.

"Doesn't Imperial Father want to help Qianxi?" At that time, tears were almost welling up in Mi Qianxi's eyes.

"Of course I do, my precious daughter! In a few years, Imperial Father will personally capture that brat and bring him back to be your fiancé!"

The Emperor of Great Chu, Mi Wushuang, twitched his face, having no choice but to agree to his precious daughter's condition with a grimace.

"Wonderful! That's absolutely wonderful! Thank you, Imperial Father!"

The young girl jumped up and down, clapping her hands in sheer joy.

Although Mi Qianxi was still young, she knew what a fiancé meant—she was going to have a husband in the future!

Later on, Mi Wushuang did not fulfill his promise.

Because Ye Xuan was taken away by the Cangqiong Holy Land.

That day, the little Mi Qianxi cried very bitterly, "Imperial Father, you lied to me! Why haven't you brought my husband back to Great Chu yet?"

"Sigh, child, that boy was favored by an elder of the Cangqiong Holy Land and has already been taken there."

Mi Wushuang was extremely helpless, but deep down he was also slightly relieved. He was glad his daughter would no longer pester him for a husband, but worried that his little princess was crying all day long.

"Where is the Cangqiong Holy Land?" Mi Qianxi asked innocently. "Can't Imperial Father go to the Cangqiong Holy Land and bring Ye Xuan back?"

"Silly child, the Cangqiong Holy Land is the overlord of the Shenxuan Continent; they are the very sky of our entire Shenxuan Continent!" Mi Wushuang sighed, revealing this harsh reality.

Mi Qianxi had no choice but to accept this reality, looking at the clouds on the horizon with immense disappointment.

"It's all because of your father's incompetence. Our ancestors left us Great Chu in the hopes of reviving it and restoring it to the ranks of Immortal Dynasties. Yet, in my hands, it has only declined day by day. Sigh..."

Mi Wushuang's eyes were filled with disappointment, and the veins on his aged arms became even more prominent. As if remembering something, he took out a white jade pendant from his bosom and placed it in Mi Qianxi's palm.

"Child, your father is old. This pendant is the key to whether our Mi family can rise again. You must protect it well and never tell anyone else about it!"

Seven days later, while playing a game with Mi Wushuang, Mi Qianxi happened to hide under the bed in her imperial father's bedchamber, witnessing a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

"Mi Wushuang, hand over your Mi family's Saint Inheritance to this old man, and I can spare you and your daughter!"

That day, the once-amiable Prime Minister, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, with a hideous and terrifying expression, pointed a spear at her imperial father, Mi Wushuang.

"Hahaha, you want my Mi family's inheritance? You, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, are not qualified! All these years, I thought you could endure until the very end, but you've already lost your patience?"

"Let me tell you, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, the inheritance of my Mi family will never be obtained by you!"

On the dragon bed of the bedchamber, the white-haired Mi Wushuang pointed miserably at Sect Master Yuwen Huaji.

"Don't forget, this old man also knows the Soul Searching Art!"

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji sneered coldly, raising the spear in his hand and thrusting it savagely toward Mi Wushuang.

"Without you, this old man can still support a new emperor and obtain your Mi family's Saint Inheritance all the same!"

Blood splattered onto Mi Qianxi's pretty face. That day, she clenched her teeth so hard that even her tongue bled. Fear drove her to retreat toward the foot of the bed, where her foot suddenly stepped on a bell.

"Damned old geezer! To think he actually consumed a Soul Shattering Pill before dying!"

Sect Master Yuwen Huaji roared in exasperation, "Who is it?! Who is down there? Damn it!"

Lifting the bed skirt, he found only a calico cat stepping on the bell.

"Damned beast!" With a single spear thrust, the cat was dead.

Mi Qianxi thought she was doomed, but to her surprise, the white jade pendant around her neck transported her into a mysterious space.

Grief-stricken at the time, Mi Qianxi saw only two glowing objects in the space. One was a blackish flame she didn't dare touch, and the other was a small white booklet. Out of curiosity, she touched the booklet, and as a result, the cultivation technique "Qi Luck Sealing Saint Art" appeared in her consciousness.

Afterward, Mi Qianxi was sent out of the mysterious space and appeared in her own bedchamber where she usually rested. Subsequently, the white jade pendant around her neck lost its luster and turned into a black jade pendant.

In the brand-new palace of Great Chu, it seemed as if nothing had changed, except that the lost Emperor Mi Wushuang, her imperial father, had left her forever.

Seven days later, the Prime Minister, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, came to Mi Qianxi with the tragic news. He claimed her imperial father had passed away from illness, and since Great Chu could not go a single day without a ruler, and out of gratitude for the late emperor's kindness, he was willing to take her as his disciple. She would first go to the Heavenly Demon Sect to cultivate in seclusion for a few years, after which she would need to disguise herself as a man to ascend the throne as the Emperor of Great Chu to stabilize the state.

Suppressing the deep-seated hatred in her heart, Mi Qianxi had no choice but to agree, ultimately taking her father's killer as her master.

From that moment on, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji had been constantly testing her, trying to find out if the late emperor had handed anything over to her.

And every single time, Mi Qianxi successfully deceived Sect Master Yuwen Huaji, preventing the old geezer from becoming suspicious of her.

Last year, Sect Master Yuwen Huaji began to lose his patience, as he needed to return to take up the position of Sect Master of the Five Poisons Sect. Consequently, his control over court affairs loosened significantly. However, the number of eunuchs and maidservants he secretly sent to spy on her over the years had only increased.

"My little husband, will you accept me? Now that Imperial Father is gone, I only have you left."

Inside the Imperial Study, Mi Qianxi held Ye Xuan's portrait to her chest, dazing out for a long time.

Ye Xuan was the last glimmer of hope for her survival deep in her heart. Her imperial father was dead, and she only had Ye Xuan left.

"Your Majesty, what are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a voice that disgusted Mi Qianxi came from the doorway. The person arriving was none other than General Yuwen Chengdu, the son of her father's killer, walking step by step into the Imperial Study clad in golden armor.

Calming her mind, Mi Qianxi suppressed the hatred and anger deep in her heart. General Yuwen Chengdu had always known she was a woman, so his courtship of her had never ceased.

The bloody experience of that day made Mi Qianxi realize that General Yuwen Chengdu did not just covet her; he also coveted the Mi family's Saint Inheritance.

"Naturally, it is Ye Xuan, the one who killed my Imperial Uncle. What brings my beloved minister to my study today?" Mi Qianxi said nonchalantly.

"Junior Sister, why are you being so distant with me?"

General Yuwen Chengdu's face was full of ingratiating smiles, but a wave of anger surged in his heart.

Damned wench, is a portrait of a Pretty Boy really that fascinating to you?

Could it be that I am not better than this Pretty Boy?