Jian Zhen walked over to Ye Jisheng.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell, landing on his shoulders. Ye Jisheng saw Jian Zhen walking toward him, his fair little face carrying some expectation and happiness. When he reached him, Jian Zhen said: “You came to pick me up.”
Ye Jisheng said: “What were you talking about with that child just now?”
Jian Zhen said: “Do you really want to know?”
Ye Jisheng gave a cold laugh: “What, could it be that you even talked about something this Venerable cannot know?”
Jian Zhen thought for a moment and said: “This matter, you probably really don’t know.”
Ye Jisheng asked him: “Oh?”
Jian Zhen said honestly and plainly: “He said you’re my dad.”
The air fell silent for a moment.
At the academy gate, people came and went. Many people’s attention was drawn to this side. All they could see was a man in black robes with a cold expression standing before a young man in plain-colored robes.
A somewhat chilling demonic aura spread little by little.
Jian Zhen said: “But I immediately explained it.”
Ye Jisheng raised a brow. His crimson eyes fell on Jian Zhen, and with some interest he said: “How did you explain it?”
Jian Zhen said: “I said you’re not my dad, but the baby in my belly might call you dad.”
Ye Jisheng curled his lips: “You’re quite clever.”
Jian Zhen’s eyes carried a bit of anger as he softly said: “I wasn’t stupid to begin with.”
As the two of them were talking, more and more students gradually came out, curiously casting glances this way. After all, beneath the tree stood two people, one wearing the uniform of a lower-tier academy, the other wearing the attire that represented the highest status, the Demon God. These two, who looked like they should have no connection at all, were now standing together. How could they not draw attention?
Ye Jisheng lowered his gaze to look at him: “Smart enough to be misunderstood by an eight-year-old child?”
Jian Zhen: “……”
D*mn it, he really didn’t want to talk to him anymore!
The two chatted as they walked back.
Before, he hadn’t thought returning to the Demon Realm’s great hall felt this comfortable, but going home after school felt different.
After returning to the great hall, Jian Zhen kicked off his shoes, didn’t even want the schoolbag on his back anymore, pounced onto the soft couch and rolled around. After hugging his little grass pillow and lying down properly, he let out a long sigh.
Sure enough, lying down is the most comfortable!!
After he’d rested enough, he noticed the entire great hall seemed especially quiet. He got up and discovered Ye Jisheng sitting on a chair not far away. The black robe trimmed with gold draped down, the man’s handsome side profile expressionless. He was looking at the scrolls in his hand, his posture elegant.
Jian Zhen suddenly felt like he was quite idle.
So the little grass sat up, preparing to find something to do.
Jian Zhen walked over and said: “Can you have them prepare a desk for me too?”
Ye Jisheng asked him: “What do you need a desk for?”
“I need to do homework.” Jian Zhen spoke with a bit of righteous confidence: “The instructor assigned homework for me too.”
So Ye Jisheng had people bring over a desk and chair.
The Demon Realm people might not have many other merits, but when it came to efficiency and workmanship, they were certainly very fast. Before long, they carried in another jade desk.
Jian Zhen asked curiously: “Why is it different from yours?”
Ye Jisheng said: “This Venerable’s desk is made from red dragon remains. Do you want to go hunt another dragon?”
Jian Zhen: “……I don’t seem to need it that much.”
Ye Jisheng raised a brow noncommittally.
Jian Zhen then spread out the books he needed and began practicing large characters. As he wrote, he said: “Today I chatted with the child next to me. He said that every time after school, when he does homework, his mom and dad get extremely irritable when checking it. I really didn’t expect that being parents is so difficult.”
Ye Jisheng gave a cold laugh and said: “If it were this Venerable, I would never get angry over such a trivial matter.”
Jian Zhen nodded and said: “Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t care.”
The instructor had assigned practicing large characters as homework.
After Jian Zhen wrote several sheets with the brush, he shook off the ink on them, feeling quite confident. He turned his head to the man behind him and said: “Can you help me sign it?”
Ye Jisheng: “Why?”
“When the instructor assigned the homework, he said that after finishing, a family member has to sign it.” Jian Zhen said: “I only have you.”
He didn’t know which sentence put Ye Jisheng in a rather good mood.
The Demon God put down the scrolls in his hand and extended his hand toward Jian Zhen: “Hand it over.”
The confident little grass handed over the large characters he had just finished writing. And so the Demon God saw, for the first time in his life, characters that were wildly flowing like dragons and phoenixes, yet actually looked like a dog crawling. Some were even smeared into a lump, impossible to tell what was written.
Ye Jisheng’s cold side profile remained expressionless.
If anyone else had seen this scene, they would probably have been so frightened that they’d kneel on the ground, not daring to move.
Only Jian Zhen was completely unaware, even saying expectantly: “What do you think?”
Ye Jisheng looked at the few sheets and laughed in exasperation: “This is what you wrote, the homework to be handed to the instructor, signed with This Venerable’s name?”
Jian Zhen finally sensed something was wrong. After all, whenever Ye Jisheng smiled like this in the past, someone was bound to be unlucky. Right now, there were no other people in the great hall, so it was obvious, if nothing went wrong, the unlucky one should be him.
He looked at the characters on the paper.
Jian Zhen pressed his lips together, feeling a bit wronged, and cautiously lifted his gaze: “Is it… very, very bad?”
The thin, fair youth at this moment was like a withered little grass.
Ye Jisheng was rarely silent for a moment. Finally, he put down the paper and said calmly: “It’s the instructor’s fault.”
Jian Zhen: “…Ah?”
If anyone saw this scene, they would certainly cry out “a foolish ruler.” But even if someone truly saw it, they wouldn’t dare criticize the Demon God’s fault.
Seeing Jian Zhen still looking a bit dazed, Ye Jisheng finally lifted his hand. Those pale, long fingers raised slightly, and the papers originally on Jian Zhen’s desk flew up without wind, finally landing neatly spread on the dragon-bone desk. Ye Jisheng took up the brush, and vigorous, powerful characters leapt onto the paper. The writing flowed like clouds and water, completed in one breath, as if just like the Demon God himself.
Unrestrained, domineering, wanton.
After Ye Jisheng finished writing, he put down the brush. Seeing Jian Zhen staring at his characters, he said: “How is it?”
Jian Zhen accidentally spoke the truth: “I didn’t understand, what do these characters mean?”
Ye Jisheng’s expression sank, and he sneered.
Jian Zhen weakly said: “I can’t read, you know that.”
As if giving him another chance, Ye Jisheng finally said: “This is this Venerable’s name.”
Jian Zhen remembered. His clear voice was as pleasant as wind chimes under the eaves, yet carried a faint warmth. He read aloud: “Ye Jisheng?”
After the words fell, the person beside him changed expression. The red eyes clearly reflected Jian Zhen’s own figure, yet it was as if flames flickered within them, bright and dim by turns, making his emotions unreadable, dangerous yet captivating. When he was silent, he always carried an ability to make people uneasy.
Ye Jisheng curled his lips and said: “Do you know that the last time someone dared to call this Venerable by name to my face was already tens of thousands of years ago?”
Only then did Jian Zhen realize.
Carefully thinking about it, it was actually true, even the Immortal Venerable had never called him that.
So Jian Zhen asked, “Then wouldn’t that mean I’m very honored? Oh right, where is the last person who called your name?”
Ye Jisheng said, “Dead.”
Jian Zhen: “……I’ll never call it again.”
Ye Jisheng did not take the opportunity to scare him, only said indifferently, “Some people die because they deserve to die.”
Jian Zhen did not know what inevitable connection there was between calling someone’s name and deserving to die.
But the Demon God never did things according to any logic anyway.
So Jian Zhen said, “Then I’ll obediently practice my writing.”
Ye Jisheng said, “Rewrite another copy. If this Venerable were to sign his name on handwriting like that, it would probably become a laughingstock of the Three Realms.”
Jian Zhen puffed up his cheeks and glared at him, saying, “If the baby’s handwriting is like mine in the future, you won’t sign either?”
Ye Jisheng curled his lips into a smile, his gaze filled with absolute confidence, and said, “If it is this Venerable’s child, they will naturally be as outstanding as this Venerable. Their handwriting will naturally be the best.”
After hearing this, Little Grass softly muttered, “That’s not necessarily who they’ll take after……”
Ye Jisheng looked at him with cold eyes, a pair of crimson pupils filled with danger. “What did you say?”
“Nothing.” Jian Zhen hurriedly sat down in front of the table, Little Grass pretending to be muddle-headed. “I said I’ll practice my writing properly and not embarrass you.”
Ye Jisheng sneered.
Jian Zhen’s back prickled with fear, and he seriously began to write. However, his energy was limited, after finishing one piece, he became a bit sleepy. He handed it to Ye Jisheng and said, “That’s it then, I’m not writing anymore. If later the teacher calls the parents, I don’t care.”
Ye Jisheng took the talisman paper covered in his ghost-like scribbles and said, “Did the teacher say they would look for them?”
Jian Zhen nodded and said, “The teacher said students who don’t write their assignments properly all have to.”
Hearing this, Ye Jisheng curled his lips. He picked up the pen on the table and unhurriedly wrote his name at the end, saying calmly, “Then take it. If the teacher thinks there’s a problem.”
He finished writing, raised his head to look at him.
And said slowly, “Then this Venerable will personally go see him.”
Jian Zhen: “……Okay.”
With the signature in hand, Jian Zhen finally got his homework done, counting it as settling one worry. After the maid brought the jade dew over, Jian Zhen drank some and then prepared to wash up and go to bed.
Behind the Demon Clan main hall of Wanjie Mountain, there was a hot spring.
The maid led him there and then said, “Please bathe, Honored Lord. These are the prepared change of clothes. If you have any instructions, call for us again.”
Jian Zhen said, “Got it.”
Originally, the maids wanted to attend to Jian Zhen’s washing, but unfortunately Jian Zhen was used to being independent and did not like others following to serve him, so he prepared to bathe by himself. After soaking in the pool, the warm water surrounded him, allowing both body and mind to relax.
After soaking for a while, Jian Zhen got out of the hot spring pool and prepared to put on clothes. These clothes had originally all been tailored according to his measurements.
But when he put them on now, Jian Zhen discovered with some surprise that some clothes were a bit tight, especially around the waist. When putting on the inner garment, there was a tight, constricting feeling. He touched his belly, what had originally been a flat lower abdomen now had a slight rise and fall.
Because of the clothes, Jian Zhen struggled inside for quite some time.
The maid outside asked worriedly, “Honored Lord, is something the matter?”
Jian Zhen hurriedly said, “No, nothing’s wrong.”
The more it was like this, the more nervous he became. He wanted to quickly put the clothes on properly, but the clothes were too tight and uncomfortable. The ties at the back would not fasten. He was not very skilled at wearing this kind of clothing to begin with, so it became even harder. As a result, not panicking would have been fine, but once he panicked, he actually twisted the fastenings wrong. With no choice, he had to undo everything and put it on again.
The hot spring’s warm steam gently wafted up.
Jian Zhen’s clothes were half removed when the curtain outside was lifted and someone stepped inside.
The person who had not yet managed to get dressed and the person who entered met each other’s eyes. The youth’s fair back was clearly visible; having just soaked in the hot spring, it was tinged with a faint blush. His loose hair scattered down his back, covering some places yet instead provoking even more imagination. Mist spread around the hot spring, and the person standing by the pool looked on with eyes holding a trace of helplessness.
Ye Jisheng said, “What are you doing?”
Jian Zhen said with some desire to cry but no tears, “I can’t get my clothes on……”
Ye Jisheng fell silent for once.
The Demon God, who had always been omnipotent, encountered too many things he had never imagined after getting along with Jian Zhen. Just like how the former him would never have thought that one day, he would rack his brain over someone who could not put on clothes.
Ye Jisheng walked over and said, “Where can’t you put them on?”
Only then did Jian Zhen belatedly try to cover himself a bit and said, “I haven’t finished getting dressed yet.”
Ye Jisheng said impatiently, “If you had finished dressing, would this Venerable have come in?”
That seemed very reasonable.
But it also seemed like something was not quite right.
Ye Jisheng looked at the clothes in his hands and said, “Where doesn’t it fit?”
Jian Zhen had already put on his trousers first. He was draped in a silver-brocade undershirt, his voice gentle and carrying a bit of helplessness: “The waist here.”
Ye Jisheng compared the clothes and said, “It’s small.”
Seeing that his expression did not look very good, Jian Zhen hurriedly said, “It’s not their fault. It seems I’ve put on a bit of weight around the waist lately.”
Ye Jisheng put his hand down and said, “You are already three to four months pregnant now. It’s normal for your waist to be a bit bigger. Tomorrow, this Venerable will have someone remeasure your clothes.”
Jian Zhen caught the key point and asked, “Then what about today?”
Ye Jisheng said indifferently, “For today, just make do with this Venerable’s clothes.”
So Jian Zhen ended up with the Demon God’s undershirt. It was a cloud-brocade garment, but the patterns inside were very distinctive, with faint rolling gold-colored edging.
Jian Zhen suddenly stiffened all over.
Seeing that he was not speaking, Ye Jisheng frowned slightly and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Jian Zhen looked at this inner garment, but what he thought of was several months ago, after he fainted in the forest outside Tianshui City and woke up, at that time, he had been wearing an inner garment that did not belong to him, and that inner garment back then seemed to have exactly this kind of pattern!!
Little Grass was shocked.
Little Grass’s heart churned violently.
Could it be that the person from that night really was the Demon God?
Jian Zhen asked, “Is this garment something only you have?”
Ye Jisheng said calmly, “This Venerable’s clothes use patterns personally designed by this Venerable, then specially supplied by the Demon Clan’s embroiderers. Within the Three Realms, there will be no one else who possesses them.”
Jian Zhen’s head buzzed all at once. At this moment, he felt surprise, but even more than that, a sense of dust finally settling.
So it really is the Demon God’s baby.
Ye Jisheng asked him, “What are you standing there for, spacing out?”
“Nothing.” Jian Zhen gently shook his head, sighed, and said, “I just didn’t expect the baby to already really need you to sign homework.”
Ye Jisheng frowned. “What did you say?”
Jian Zhen snapped back to his senses and hurriedly said, “Nothing, I, I’m going to change clothes now, you turn around first and don’t look!”
Ye Jisheng gave a cold laugh, his red eyes falling on him, disdainful. “What’s there to hide, could it be that the person who shares a bed with this Venerable at night is not…”
“Hey, hurry up and go already, or I’ll miss the time to drink jade dew later!”
The next day, early in the morning, after the Demon Clan’s embroiderers measured his waist, Jian Zhen happily went off to school. As the saying goes, once is unfamiliar, twice is familiar, this time, finding his class was much easier.
The students in the class arrived quickly.
Just as Jian Zhen sat down, the yellow-haired child next to him leaned over, his face full of excitement, and said, “You… you…”
Jian Zhen tilted his head in confusion. “Me what?”
“You, was it really the Demon Venerable who came to pick you up yesterday?” The yellow-haired child’s face was filled with admiration. “It was our Demon Clan’s supreme lord.”
Jian Zhen smiled and said, “Whether it was real or fake, what difference does it make?”
The yellow-haired child said, “The Demon God has always been the hero of all us Demon Clan people. My mother, and our teacher, have been telling us since we were little about how the Demon God single-handedly challenged the ghosts and gods of the Three Realms back then.”
Jian Zhen asked curiously, “What was that about?”
The yellow-haired child looked shocked. “You don’t know?”
Jian Zhen shook his head.
Taking advantage of the time before class started, the yellow-haired child used his childish voice to recount the history of the Demon Clan: “Back then, our Demon Clan was the most humble race among the Three Realms. The place we lived in was the most arid and scorching land. Most Demon Clan people lived extremely difficult and barren lives; many were exiled as slaves, living very hard lives.”
Jian Zhen was surprised. “There was even such a thing.”
“My mother said that at that time, the Immortal Clan and the Yao Clan were the largest races in the Three Realms.” The yellow-haired child’s face showed indignation. “They enslaved Demon Clan people, treated our Demon Clan as the lowest and most despicable bloodline, and killed us at will.”
Jian Zhen frowned. He had not experienced these things and was not a Demon Clan person, but hearing this still made him feel some pity. “Then later on, did you resist?”
The yellow-haired child said, “The Immortal Clan people had spells, spiritual energy, and resources, and the Yao Clan people were even more powerful in strength. We resisted, but each time, many people would only end up dead or injured.”
Jian Zhen said, “Then what happened later?”
When the yellow-haired child reached this point, his eyes lit up with a trace of radiance, and his thin frame burst forth with a strong sense of conviction. “Later, there was a prophecy under heaven that our Demon Clan would give rise to a Demon God, who would save all Demon Clan people, so that we would no longer be enslaved and no longer suffer.”
Infected by his excitement, Jian Zhen unconsciously smiled. “That would be Lord Demon Venerable, right?”
The yellow-haired child nodded!
At this point, Jian Zhen seemed to suddenly understand why there were rumors throughout the Three Realms saying the Demon God was bloodthirsty and belligerent, saying the Demon God was cold and ruthless, yet none of the Demon Realm’s people were afraid of him, and everyone cherished their sovereign.
So that was why.
So it was because he did it, his appearance rescued countless suffering Demon Clan people from a sea of fire.
He also understood why the Demon Venerable always looked so frightening, so hard to provoke, because the entire Three Realms should know that the Demon Clan was no longer something to be slaughtered at will, and they would no longer be bullied.
The yellow-haired child said excitedly, “So, are you really the Demon God’s wife, our future Honored Lord?”
Looking at his sincere gaze, Jian Zhen smiled lightly and answered honestly, “Not yet.”
The child froze, a little disappointed.
Jian Zhen patted his head and said, “But the Demon God really is a very good person.”
Actually, he had known for a long time. Someone who could talk to a little grass, who could take good care of a little grass, how bad could they really be?
So he was not afraid of him.
Ye Jisheng was always very fierce, very bad, but he had never hurt him. No matter how badly outsiders spoke of him, Jian Zhen had always understood that Ye Jisheng treated him well, so he was willing to accept that kindness.
The yellow-haired child became spirited again. He said, “That’s of course! Those hateful Immortal Clan and Yao Clan people deliberately set up the God-Sealing Grand Formation to harm Lord Demon Venerable. When we grow up, we also want to protect Lord Demon Venerable. All the other kids think the same, we want to become the bravest Demon Clan warriors, and when we see Lord Demon Venerable, we’ll tell him!”
Jian Zhen was stunned.
This was the first time he realized that he might not actually understand this place he had stayed in for a hundred years.
Nor did he truly understand the person beside his pillow.
However, it should still be in time, right, so long as life continued on, one day, he would come to know.
In the evening
Sure enough.
When Ye Jisheng came again that night, he nearly got seen by that group of children. Just thinking about the spectacular scene that would follow made Jian Zhen’s head ache. He grabbed Ye Jisheng’s hand and said, “Hurry up, hurry up, don’t let anyone see you.”
The Demon God raised his brows, exceedingly noble and aloof, and said, “Why?”
Jian Zhen choked for a moment, then spoke. “If they find out that my family member is you, that would be a big problem.”
Ye Jisheng gave a cold laugh. “What, is this Venerable something to be ashamed of?”
“That’s not what I mean!” Jian Zhen glared at him a little angrily and said, “Then others would definitely pester me every day asking about you. I still want to study properly…”
Ye Jisheng said calmly, “Speak the truth.”
Jian Zhen: “……Fine. My academic performance is too poor, if I used your name, how embarrassing would that be.”
Ye Jisheng curled his lips into a smile.
Jian Zhen flew into embarrassed anger. “What are you laughing at!”
Ye Jisheng walked along unhurriedly, not caring at all. “This Venerable does not mind these things. As long as you are not flirting around at the academy, there is no need to worry about anything else.”
Jian Zhen froze for a moment, Little Grass speechless. “What kind of grass do you take me for!”
Ye Jisheng raised his brows, noncommittal.
Jian Zhen suddenly grew curious. He said, “Then if I really did meet someone, would you agree?”
Ye Jisheng did not speak. The man’s red eyes looked especially dangerous under the afterglow of the setting sun. He curled his lips and said slowly, “You can try…”
A chill suddenly ran down Jian Zhen’s back.
Little Grass’s survival instinct made him hurriedly say, “My classmates are all a bunch of little kids, how could that be?”
He said it was impossible.
Actually, Jian Zhen also felt that such a thing definitely would not happen, but what he did not expect was that because he was a lower-grade student, he got out of school early, and because later when Ye Jisheng appeared he was always disguised, no one knew his identity.
But Little Grass’s appearance was delicate and clean, and his temperament gentle, exactly the type many Demon Clan youths admired.
And so.
One afternoon during a break after class, while Jian Zhen was in the corridor, he was stopped by a Demon Clan youth from a higher grade. The newcomer was a Demon Clan person who looked quite young, his skin a bit dark, but very robust. Demon Clan people had always been open-minded and enthusiastic.
Under the afternoon setting sun, the youth’s face carried some anticipation as he took the initiative. “Hello, may I ask if you are married?”
Jian Zhen was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and shook his head.
The youth immediately broke into a smile and said, “That’s great!”
Before Jian Zhen even had time to speak, the youth took a jade pendant out from his chest and placed it into Jian Zhen’s hand, saying, “This is my token. I’m giving it to you, let’s be friends.”
When Demon Clan people like someone, they first give a token imbued with their own aura to express their feelings.
Seeing this, Jian Zhen quickly said, “I can’t accept it, please take it back.”
The youth said somewhat disappointedly, “You already have someone you like?”
Jian Zhen was not even sure whether he did or not, but he knew he definitely could not accept the person in front of him, so he could only say gently, “Sorry, I can’t take your thing.”
So gentle.
Never having seen someone so adorable before.
Excitement ignited again in the Demon Clan youth’s heart. He said, “No matter, even if we lack fate, you can still keep the token, just take it as a keepsake. Even if you have someone you like, if he finds out later and dares to bully you, let him come find me. I’m not easy to mess with!”
Jian Zhen blinked. “…Ah, really?”
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