When Yu Linyun arrived at the study, Jing Feirong was already crying unrecognizable. On one hand, he was ecstatic, and on the other hand, he was overwhelmed by grievance. He had waited for so long, and Dijun was finally resurrected, which was great. But the emperor had completely forgotten about him. What should he do now?
Chu Yanchuan sat on the couch, and Jing Feirong collapsed at his feet, lying on his knees and crying. Jing Feize and others did not persuade him. Their fifth brother had been enduring for too long, so it was better to let him vent all at once. Besides, being completely forgotten by the wife whom you are always thinking about… it’s really hurtful.
“Yanchuan.” After not seeing each other for nearly 8,000 years, Yu Linyun looked at Chu Yanchuan. Although he knew that he had lost all his memories, he still couldn’t help asking, “Do you still remember me?”
Chu Yanchuan shook his head, paused, and said, “But I feel that you are very familiar.”
“Wa—” Jing Feirong cried even harder. Dijun had an impression of Yu Linyun but couldn’t remember him at all. This is too sad!
Chu Yanchuan had just been resurrected, and his spirit was still a little unstable. Jing Feize arranged a room for him to rest and recuperate first. Jing Feirong and Yu Linyun stood in the corridor outside the room. Jing Feirong was too sad, sobbing uncontrollably, crying, and hiccuping. While wiping his tears, he kept looking at the door, fearing that his Dijun would slip away again.
Yu Linyun patted his shoulder, “Alright, don’t cry anymore. Don’t let Yanchuan think that you only know how to cry.”
Jing Feirong sobbed, “I just can only cry…”
Yu Linyun looked at him, smiled, and said, “What are your plans for next?”
“In a few days, I will take Dijun back to Yunzi Mountain…” Jing Feirong said with a sob, “That’s where he originally lived. I will stay with him and won’t go anywhere else.”
“En, Yanchuan just woke up and doesn’t remember anything. You should stay with him every step of the way.”
“Father…” Jing Feirong wiped his tears, tried to calm his sobs, and asked in a hoarse voice, “How did Dijun come back to life?”
Yu Linyun told him everything truthfully. After listening, Jing Feirong was silent for a long time and said, “Thank you, father.”
“Go thank the Heavenly Emperor.” Yu Linyun smiled, “I don’t remember the past anymore, so let it go. But the fact that Yanchuan can wake up again is indeed due to the Heavenly Emperor.”
Not only did Yu Linyun want to thank the Heavenly Emperor, but he also wanted to ask the Heavenly Emperor how he could do such a thing as marry his best friend to his youngest son.
“Then Father… do you want to reconcile with Father?”
Yu Linyun said calmly, “Since I don’t remember anymore, there is no relationship between us, and there is no need to be involved anymore.”
Jing Feirong nodded. “En, do whatever Father wants.”
“I want to take Yanchuan away and take care of him alone.” Yu Linyun said.
Jing Feirong immediately shouted with snot running down his nose, “That won’t do!”
After finally waiting until dawn, Jing Feirong carefully knocked on the door and asked, “Dijun, are you awake?”
“En.”
“May I come inside?”
“En.”
Jing Feirong opened the door and went in. The window beside the bed was open, and the morning breeze blew the gauze curtains. Jing Feirong ran over to close the window and said, “It’s too cold. You’ll catch a cold.”
Chu Yanchuan sat on the bed, hugging the quilt without changing his clothes, and looked straight at Jing Feirong. Jing Feirong mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes—he wanted to cry as soon as he looked at him. He walked to the bed, sat down slowly, and asked, “Dijun, are you feeling uncomfortable?”
Dijun shook his head, still looking at him.
Jing Feirong was quite embarrassed, so he moved closer and asked, “Dijun, do you remember me at all?”
Dijun shook his head again.
Jing Feirong asked again: “Dijun, can I hug you?”
Dijun hesitated this time, then nodded.
Jing Feirong reached out and slowly hugged Chu Yanchuan, taking him into his arms little by little. He missed this person, his body, and his smell for too long… Jing Feirong’s nose felt sore, and tears fell again. He said, “Dijun, please touch my head. I miss you so much.”
Over the years, every time I dreamed of you, you would touch my head. Touch it again now.
Chu Yanchuan didn’t say anything. He raised his hand and gently touched Jing Feirong’s head, then asked, “Why do you miss me? Are you my son?”
Jing Feirong raised his head, tears hanging on his chin: “……”
Chu Yanchuan looked at him, as if he wanted to find his own shadow in his face. After considering it for a while, he asked, “Could it be, grandson?”
“It’s…” Jing Feirong held it in for a long time but couldn’t help it. He said, “I am your husband!”
Chu Yanchuan was a little surprised. “Is this reasonable?”
“How is this unreasonable?” Jing Feirong was agitated when his legal spouse status was questioned: “How can Dijun not believe it?”
“How old are you?” Chu Yanchuan asked him.
Jing Feirong was confused: “Almost eight thousand years old…”
“What about me?”
Jing Feirong was bewildered: “Several tens of thousands of years old…”
Chu Yanchuan stopped talking and looked at him with an expression that said, ‘Look, with such an age difference, you say you are my husband, who can believe it?’
“You can’t just look at age!” Jing Feirong said anxiously, “Our marriage certificate is still in heaven, it’s all written on it! Your spirit was unstable at the time, so I gave you a dragon spirit. We went to the human world together to celebrate the Lantern Festival and light lanterns. Dijun, you know I like to eat white peach preserves, and you often bring me… The lanterns and preserves are still in Big Brother’s study, I’ll get them and show them to you…”
As he was about to stand up, Chu Yanchuan grabbed his hand and said, “Alright, I believe it.” His tone was like coaxing a child. Jing Feirong looked at him with red eyes.
“You are angry.” Chu Yanchuan said.
“No.” Jing Feirong hugged him again and said sullenly, “How could I bear to do that?”
It’s just a bit regrettable that you have forgotten and don’t know how much I like you.
As they held each other, Jing Feirong sniffed the cold fragrance on Chu Yanchuan’s body and was a little eager to move. He hummed and rubbed the side of Dijun’s neck, and then moved forward a little bit, kissing his jaw and his face. Chu Yanchuan did not resist but just kept looking at him. A certain dragon took advantage of the situation and began to kiss the corner of Dijun’s mouth, licked his lips, and bit them. Just as he was about to coax Dijun to open his mouth, someone suddenly knocked on the door: “Dijun, are you awake?”
Jing Feirong stood up suddenly and looked at Chu Yanchuan with a red face. Chu Yanchuan said, “I’m awake. Please come in.”
A group of people came in, they were Jing Feirong’s father and his four brothers and sisters.
“I was wondering why Feirong had disappeared so early in the morning.” Jing Feize said with a smile, “Sure enough, he is here with Dijun.”
Jing Feiyan asked casually, “Why are you here to harass Dijun so early in the morning?”
Chu Yanchuan said calmly, “He just kissed me.”
Everyone: “……”
Jing Feirong’s face turned red and spreaded to his neck. He stood up quickly and ran out stumbling.
Oh my god! I only kissed my wife! Why did I have to go through such a social death scene?
After staying with Dijun on Mount Duanyi for a few days, he had seen the wild flowers in the forest, waded across the river at the foot of the mountain, tasted the delicacies of the world, and got to know the people he should be familiar with. Jing Feirong coaxed and deceived Dijun into going back to Mount Yunzi with him to live in their own world.
“That was Dijun’s original home.” Jing Feirong said seriously.
“Original home?” Chu Yanchuan frowned slightly. “What about the later home?”
“Your later home is, of course, my bedchamber!” Jing Feirong said shamelessly.
The two returned to Yunzi Mountain together. After a while, Jing Feirong remembered that his white peach preserves and lanterns were still on Duanyi Mountain, so he turned back to get them. Before leaving, he asked the attendant to take Dijun to familiarize himself with Yunzi Palace. When he left, Chu Yanchuan kept looking at his back. Jing Feirong ran to the door of the palace, turned around, and met Chu Yanchuan’s eyes, so he waved to him and said, “Dijun, I’m going out for a while and will be back soon!”
Chu Yanchuan nodded.
The deity attendant took him to familiarize himself with the various halls: “Dijun, that is the bedroom.”
Chu Yanchuan: “Oh, alright.”
The deity attendant said, “Dijun, this is the main hall.”
Chu Yanchuan: “Oh, I see.”
The deity attendant: “Dijun, this is the study.”
Chu Yanchuan: “Oh, I understand.”
Finally, Chu Yanchuan asked, “Where did the Fifth Prince go?”
The deity attendant: “His Highness the Fifth Prince has returned to the Immortal Realm to retrieve something. He should be back soon. Does Dijun need anything?”
Chu Yanchuan sighed softly and said, “It’s fine, I just miss him.”
Jing Feirong, who was walking into the study room carrying white peach preserves and a lantern: “???!!!”
