Pampered By All In Different Planes

"My lord." Su Zhiruan's voice was very low, she knew she had hidden herself with her child in the Human World for many years, thinking she would not be discovered, living in constant fear, but ultimately she was still found.

"It's been a long time." The man said nothing, he just quietly looked at her, looking at the person before him who was familiar yet strange.

It really had been a long time.

Su Zhiruan took a step back, successfully stopping his forward motion, her eyes filled with wariness, "How come you are here? My lord, are you here for me?"

In Changqi's eyes, her figure filled his view, "Yes."

What Su Zhiruan didn't know was that after she left, Changqi hadn't returned to the Divine World, but had searched many places together with Feng Qing.

Thinking she might be in the Human World, he searched there as well.

He searched throughout the Demon Clan, throughout the Ghost World, throughout the Netherworld, and beyond the Six Realms, finally ending up in the Human World, perhaps subconsciously feeling in his heart that she would be in the Human World, or perhaps the mortal world's vibrant atmosphere could soothe his despair.

Remaining in the Divine World, he was restless all day long.

Seeing the familiar sights of Changqi Palace every day, he would always think of the person he longed for in his dreams.

Even the old butler couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, never imagining that his lord would be so profoundly affected by a woman.

Even after so many years, Changqi hadn't expected her to stay here, but regardless of the myriad things he could say, now that he could see her standing safely in front of him, even though her eyes held wariness, vigilance, and a reluctance to let him close, he had no regrets.

"It's good that you are still alive," Changqi lowered his eyes, collected his sleeves. He said no more, but his eyes still held a myriad of unspoken words, "When you left without saying goodbye, I searched through the Six Realms, but ultimately found not a trace of you, then I thought, even though I am a god, there are things I cannot do."

His words carried a tint of self-mockery, but fundamentally they were an expression of the relief and helplessness of finding her.

"Won't you ask me why I am dressed as a man? Why I disguise myself as a man." Su Zhiruan sheathed her Longsword, and placed it back on the rack. She took another garment from the screen and wrapped it around herself, "Initially, I deceived you, my lord. Please forgive me, it wasn't my intention to disguise myself as a man. If you wish to listen, I can explain."

Changqi said nothing, just quietly looked at her, remaining silent.

Seeing that he said nothing, Su Zhiruan could only start to explain on her own, "That day, I suffered countless indignities in the Demon Clan, my parents were dead, and I was unwanted by my clan, and they even wanted to send me to my death, so I found a way to stay in your palace, during that time I was constantly worried that my identity would be discovered, so I had no choice but to resort to this expedient."

"I know all this, it doesn't matter." Changqi still looked at her, he seemed to have a thousand words he wanted to say, but in front of Su Zhiruan, he didn't say anything at all, instead stretching out his hand, "Come here."

Su Zhiruan didn't understand what he wanted to do, but seeing Changqi's state now, she couldn't help but walk over to him.

As she got close to Changqi, she could still smell the faint scent of sandalwood on him, a scent she had known for many years which always made her feel secure.

Even though the timing and scene of their meeting were not right, Su Zhiruan couldn't help but soften her heart.

Actually, the whole situation was her own fault, since after all, it was she who had brought the child to the Lower Realm alone.

Just as she was distracted by other thoughts, suddenly, a massive shadow enveloped her.

A pair of warm arms gently embraced her, he said nothing, but an embrace could signify a thousand words. Changqi hugged her very tightly, like he was holding onto a precious treasure he had lost.

The pattern on Changqi's robe touched her skin, as the two clung tightly together, Su Zhiruan wore only a thin layer of silk, she tiptoed gently leaning into him.

Inside the Hot Spring Palace, it was warm like spring.

Her damp skin quickly dried, and her long hair resting on her shoulders was dried gently by Changqi using his divine power.

His embrace was too tight, so tight that for a moment, Su Zhiruan felt a bit dazed.

After a while, she suddenly felt a warm drop fall on her shoulder, Changqi rested his chin on her shoulder, like a child with someone he was very close to, with no desires, just clinging tightly together, never wanting to let go.

She felt a warm liquid on her shoulder, heavily hitting her outstretched arm.

Instantly, she was scorched a bit, Su Zhiruan wanted to retract her arm, but ultimately, she made no move.