Chapter 1: The Mysterious Guest
Nominally in seclusion, yet who among the Microbe family is unaware of the twelve years of imprisonment? It was thought that this father and son could never reconcile, yet unexpectedly, here we are today
Weisheng Ci listened to him ramble, frowning and remaining silent. The unfamiliar voice and strange scent made him uncomfortable. The place where he lived as a child did not bring him any comfort. Next to him, Lan Xiaochi said: "Uncle Han Chan, is this the place where Xiao Ci used to live?"
Weisheng Qi turned his head, wanting to call out to him, but he did not know how to begin. Should he scold him? Or should he offer advice? For so many years, as the head of the Weisheng family, a supreme master in the martial arts world, he had only faced the obedience of his disciples and servants, and the awe and retreat of martial artists.
He bowed and said: "Yes, yes, this old servant will prepare it right away"
Microceramics is the only child of Microbiota, and there is certainly a place to stay in Jiuwai Mountain. Bu Hanchan leads the way in front, saying: "The young master has not been here for these years, and Chihwei Studio has been empty all along. It is clean enough, but I fear the furnishings are old. The young master can make do with it; I will find someone to replace them tomorrow"
Twelve years, that is enough. Whether it is tormenting him or tormenting myself, it is sufficient.
This tone does not seem like that of an enemy, Lan Xiaochi hid behind Wei Shengci and whispered, "Your father?"
Micro-bio porcelain said: "Hmm." Micro-bio was stunned; for twelve years, his son had not spoken a word to him. Even with a will of iron, upon hearing his voice again, he could not help but feel a pang of heartache
He hurriedly stepped forward and reached out to shake Wei Shengci's hand. Wei Shengci instantly avoided him. Bu Hanchan's hands remained empty for a moment, yet he was not embarrassed; he was almost overwhelmed with joy and tears: "Young Master! You have finally emerged from seclusion!"
Weishengci, however, said: "No, I ... ..." He did not want to go out; after twelve years, he had long grown accustomed to this place. He did not wish to see others, nor did he want to encounter anything unfamiliar
Inside, the stone bed and stone table remained unchanged. His son, Wei Shengci, was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, practicing his cultivation as usual, with everything appearing normal. The only difference was that a woman was unexpectedly leaning against Wei Shengci.
Microbial mirror accident: "Friend?"
He wanted to speak, but a lump of sourness blocked his throat, and then he heard the little sprite whisper again: "He looks so fierce"
The micro-ceramic had already awakened before he entered, and at this moment, it was evident that he exuded a murderous aura. With his shoulders slightly turned, he protected the person in his arms, clearly indicating his vigilance.
But before he could finish speaking, Lan Xiaochi tugged at his arm and said, "What do you mean? Let's go, let's go, we are going out to play in the snow!"
Lan Xiaochi turned her head and saw a girl who was nearly twenty years old. Dressed in a pink skirt and styled like a maid, she appeared elegant yet not cold, possessing a certain charm.
Microbiologist said: "Foster father, back then, young Ci suddenly fell into a mad illness, which led to the accidental death of his wife. However, he was only seven years old at that time. He has been imprisoned in a stone cell for twelve years; this punishment is more than sufficient. After all, he also lost his mother because of this."
A girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of eyes that occupy half of her face. Even in the dim prison cell, they still twinkle, clear enough to seem capable of reflecting the human heart. With her delicate skin, jade-like complexion, and cherry blossom lips, she resembles a spirit from the mountains, breathtakingly beautiful
All the humility and subservience accumulated over a lifetime have been used up today
At this moment, Wei Shengqi also saw clearly that the woman in his arms was in a deep sleep. For a moment, anger surged within him—how could this brat, who had been imprisoned in a stone cell for twelve years, have hidden a woman all this time?
Not long after, I reached the end. To my surprise, the end of the stone steps was a heavy bronze door. The door was thick, and although it was not frozen, it felt bone-chillingly cold to the touch.
Lan Xiaochi did not take it to heart, following Hong Tan as they walked into the inner room. After taking just a couple of steps, she suddenly turned around, embraced Wei Shengci, her red lips slightly parted, and then abruptly kissed him on the cheek.
The layout of the Chiwei Studio is elegant, making it hard to discern that it is a child's residence. Lan Xiaochi is looking around when a voice exclaims in surprise: "Young Master?!"
The micro-ceramic felt the pressure dissipate, and also lowered its guard, closing its eyes to continue cultivating. The weather had turned cold, and every time the person in his arms returned, their hands and feet were icy. In the prison, it was impossible to warm up, so he used his energy to drive away the cold for her
Micro-bio porcelain said: "I ... ... " Before the rest of the words could escape, Lan Xiaochi leaned in with her charming and lovely face, her laughter like the chirping of orioles: "You are not afraid of the cold, are you?"
She is a bit too delicate, but I am somewhat satisfied with Wei Shengqi. With such a mother, my future grandson's appearance will certainly not be lacking. He tried to lower his voice, but after being the unrivaled master of the martial world for so long, he could not help but adopt an accusatory tone: "Who are you? How did you end up on Jiuwai Mountain?" Upon seeing their intimate demeanor, he could not help but intensify his tone: "A lone man and a solitary woman, what kind of propriety is this!"
Weishengqi took out the key from his waist, unlocked the iron lock, and pushed open the copper door, but he was stunned
However, in front of the young girl, he could not possibly be in tears. He remained silent
Lan Xiaochi smiled like a flower and said, "Thank you, Uncle! Uncle Weisheng, why did you lock up the little porcelain? Did he do something wrong?" She had an innocent and naive expression, but Weisheng's face looked as if he had been stabbed with a knife.
The micro-mirror said: "What are you talking about, adoptive father? I regard Xiao Ci as my own younger brother. Regardless of the circumstances, I should naturally be patient and take care of him. How could I possibly bear any resentment?"
It turns out that he did not lose his ability to speak; he simply did not want to talk. The pain of those years was not borne by him alone, was it? At that time, he was only seven years old
Microceramics raised her head to look at him, and he repeated: "Okay"
Lan Xiaochi let out a sound, and it was at this moment that Hong Tan began to scrutinize her. The moment of being dazed lasted a bit too long, and Bu Hanchan said: "Hong Tan, have you not yet met Miss Lan?"
Weisheng Qi suddenly turned his head and saw his adopted son, Weisheng Jing, standing behind him. Weisheng Qi let out a long sigh and said, "Jing'er, why have you not yet rested?"
Lan Xiaochi followed him down, and indeed the weather was very cold. There was fragrant soup for bathing, and drinking a bowl of hot soup was still quite pleasant
With a radiant smile, her beautiful face seemed to blossom. Wei Shengqi felt a bit dazed by her smile, his face inexplicably warming up, so he simply took the opportunity to step back: "Hmm." Not bad, quite polite. Wei Shengqi lowered his voice a little, trying to salvage the impression, and asked: "What is your name?"
Lan Xiaochi said, "Alright." After saying this, she reached out to pull Wei Shengci, but as soon as her hand extended, it was blocked by a person. Lan Xiaochi turned her head back, and Hong Tan's palm pressed against the back of her hand, saying, "Miss Lan, I apologize, but our young master does not like others to get too close."
Wei Shengjing said: "Having just finished my practice, I heard that Xiao Ci has emerged from seclusion, and I immediately rushed over."
The stone door opened, revealing stone steps that led deep underground. A faint scent of burning pine resin filled the dim light, causing a sense of suffocation.
Jiuwei Mountain has begun to snow again
Weichengci heard it and still said softly, "Hmm." His father is quite fierce
However, after only a few steps, Wei Shengci was already bouncing along to catch up: "Hey, Tu Shu Xiaoci? What’s wrong with you?"
Revisiting old matters, Wei Shengqi once again recalled the appearance and voice of Murong Xiu, and his heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife. He raised his hand and said: "Father understands. He has lived alone in the stone prison for many years and has a reclusive temperament. If there are any instances of rudeness or neglect, Jing'er, as the elder brother, you should be more forgiving"
The micro porcelain naturally followed her, while Wei Shengqi stood alone in the wind and snow for a long time after he left. The snow covered the silver lamp, and the night was as splendid as brocade. He silently gazed at the sleeping Jiuwai Mountain, when suddenly a mink fur coat was draped over his shoulders
Upon this reflection, he lowered the palm he had just raised, swallowing the angry shout that was about to escape his lips
Bu Hanchen said: "Indeed, the young master lived here until the age of seven"
The porcelain spirit inexplicably followed in her footsteps, as if its soul had been ensnared.
Wei Shengci furrowed her brows slightly, unable to speak, as she was already dragged out. The stone prison opened, and the cold wind and frost rushed in. ... Wei Shengci instinctively tried to avoid it, no ... . ... She still did not like the outside world. She only wanted to stay in the stone prison forever, with the stone bed and stone table, accompanied by a solitary lamp.
Because of this, she will come often
Lan Xiaochi hung on Wei Shengci's neck, laughing joyfully, while Wei Shengci lowered his head. Her smile was like a blooming flower, unfolding layer upon layer within his pupils
Hong Tan was nearly infuriated upon seeing this: "You!"
Little Blue Wing tilted her small head and asked, "It is so cold here and not fun at all, could you please let him go?"
Lan Xiaochi nodded and said, "Is there nothing to eat? Where do I live?"
Bu Hanchen quickly said: "Miss Lan, please take a bath first. The kitchen is already preparing the food, and shortly the master of the house will invite you to the banquet"
Bu Hanchen then noticed Lan Xiaochi, taking a moment to scrutinize her from head to toe. Initially puzzled, he was soon enlightened as if struck by a sudden realization. After many years of being master and servant, when had he ever heard the term "honored guest" from the mouth of the master?
Little Ci, such an affectionate call. Wei Shengqi hummed softly, "You two are in the same room, yet you are hugging and cuddling; isn't it inappropriate for men and women to be so close?" However, he quickly calmed his emotions—he couldn't be too critical. Given his son's current situation, where would he find a young lady from a respectable family who stays indoors all the time?
Weishengci slowly broke free from Lan Xiaochi's hand and turned to return. Weishengqi's expression was filled with anger, yet his gaze carried pain. He was unwilling to leave. For so many years, what had imprisoned him was never this solid stone prison.
Who are you? Lan Xiaochi looked on with vigilance, reaching out to grasp the sword at the head of the bed
Hong Tan's expression dimmed, and Bu Han Chan stepped back a pace, clutching his chest—My young master, please spare this old heart of mine!
Hong Tan then came to his senses and stepped forward to pay his respects: "Miss Lan."
Microbe nodded and said: "Go ahead, let him introduce his friends."
However, in the face of Bu Hanchan's closeness, Wei Shengci merely furrowed his brows. Even his gaze was indifferent, as if the person standing before him was not a relative he had not seen for twelve years, whom he had regarded as a father figure. The overflowing emotions of others only added to his distress, and his displeasure was evident.
As the microbe pressed the mechanism, the stone door opened, the crushed ice shattered, and a creaking sound was heard. He reached out to brush off the snow that had settled on his clothes, and in just a short distance, the snow had already covered half of his shoulder
He lost his wife and children for twelve years, forgetting the tone that a father should have
Weisheng was too late to get angry, ha, the first impression of his daughter-in-law was not good. However, he had already made great efforts to show goodwill, feeling somewhat awkward, when he saw the girl stand up with a smile: "Hello, Uncle Weisheng"
Weisheng gathered her fur coat around her shoulders and said, "It is commendable that you are so thoughtful. This child... sigh. If only you had half the virtue and filial piety, I would not have to worry so much."
Microbiome inquiry: "What is it?" When speaking to my son, I couldn't help but carry a hint of authority.
Lan Xiaochi said: "My surname is Lan, and my name is Lan Xiaochi. I am a friend of Xiao Ci. I should have come to greet Uncle Weisheng a long time ago, but Xiao Ci is not able to move around conveniently, so please do not be angry, Uncle."
Bu Hanchen, upon seeing this, hurriedly reprimanded: "Hong Tan! Do not be disrespectful to our esteemed guest!"
The gaze of the microbeams was slightly cold, as the energy was already channeled into both palms—who dares to intrude upon Jiuwai Mountain?
The stone prison leans against the mountain, and the outside is already covered in frost. In such weather, he must be very cold as well
Microbiome hummed softly and did not say more
Weisheng Qi silently followed behind the two, who said that girls are outgoing? Damn it, as if sons aren't outgoing either
Weisheng Qi walked silently to the two individuals, a peerless master whose movements were soundless, even his breathing was barely audible. In Weisheng Ci's embrace, Lan Xiaochi slept soundly, her head nestled in the crook of his neck. A thin blanket was wrapped entirely around her, yet she still curled up, resembling a little rabbit afraid of the cold
Bu Hanchen was taken aback, and Wei Shengqi said: "Rearrange accommodations for the young master and the book owner. Also... this young lady in blue is a friend of the young master, so please treat our esteemed guest well." The emphasis on the term 'esteemed guest' made my hint quite clear, didn't it
The son is unreliable. To express his stance, he said: "Xiao Ci's friends are friends of the Wei Sheng family. In the future, you can come to Jiu Wei Mountain often." This statement... is quite clear, isn't it? Little fairy, do you understand what I mean?
Weishengqi slowly gritted his teeth and after a long while said: "Alright"
Three people walked through the icy and snowy landscape. The steward, Bu Hanchan, first saw the two and shouted, "Who goes there?" Then he noticed Wei Shengci and behind him, Wei Shengqi. Bu Hanchan was taken aback for a moment, then carefully scrutinized Wei Shengci, his face filled with shock: "Young... Young Master?"
He reached out and pressed her head, his lips lightly touching her tender cheek, mimicking the action, and returned a gentle kiss. The meaning was unclear, but if you like it, it is permissible
Having said that, her snow-white and tender hands covered with fine porcelain were brought to her lips to exhale: "Hoo hoo, good girl, it's not cold, not cold at all. Let's go."
Microbiome Qi coughed softly, and Microbiome Ci was startled awake by the sudden sound. She raised her head and unexpectedly saw Microbiome Qi standing in front of the two. With a startled "Ah!", she jumped up, and then Microbiome Qi noticed a clear displeasure in Microbiome Ci's eyes.
Bu Hanchen said: "Miss Lan, this is Hong Tan, the personal maid of the young master. She has served the young master for five or six years, and during these years, she has managed all of the young master's daily affairs. If Miss Lan has any matters to discuss, she can entrust them to her."
Thus, I can only comfort myself, as children of the rivers and lakes, we do not concern ourselves with trivial matters, we do not concern ourselves with trivial matters
He stood still, and Wei Shengqi had already noticed his unusual demeanor. Twelve years later, the released son displayed only indifference in his expression, showing no joy.
The father and son remained in silent confrontation, but after a moment, Wei Shengqi gradually reined in his murderous intent. Although the mistake he made was unforgivable, he still had only this one son. The Wei Sheng family must have someone to carry on the lineage and continue the family line
In the middle of the night, Wei Shengqi woke up, feeling the cold wind entering through the window, chilling his heart. He put on his clothes and got up, pushing the door open to go outside. Unknowingly, he found himself in front of a stone prison.
Weisheng Qi found it amusing—someone actually dared to draw a sword in front of the Weisheng family. Then he clearly saw Lan Xiaochi's face, and his heart skipped a beat, involuntarily letting out a sigh, calling her a fairy.