As if struck by thunder, Jing Feirong took a step back in a trance, his mouth slightly open. He still looked like a teenager, with handsome features but still childish, and his baby fat was still faintly visible. So he looked a little confused and foolish. His voice was also hollow, and he asked vaguely, “Why am I the one who give birth?”
It wasn’t him who was f*cked, and it wasn’t him who was shot in the stomach either, so why is he the one who’s pregnant?
“Your Highness the Fifth Prince is in good health.” Chu Yanchuan said.
At this moment, everything that Jing Feirong sees is blank. He had only lived for more than 7,000 years. As the youngest, his older brothers and sisters had no children. He really doesn’t know how the descendants of the Heavenly Dragon Clan were conceived. He led the divine guards to guard the Heavenly Realm, and he was also in charge of the Southern Region of the Demon Realm. He could lead troops and fight, but he really can’t give birth to children. He was so panicked and scared.
How can he fight when he is pregnant ah? Strive to be the number one heroic mother in the six realms?
“Can’t I… not give birth?”
“But now we already have it.” Chu Yanchuan said softly, “Your Highness, are you willing to give it up?”
Jing Feirong felt that he had been cheated and that he was morally kidnapped. The culprit was standing right in front of him. He looked at Chu Yanchuan’s face and felt helpless about everything. He even forgot to be angry and to question Chu Yanchuan as to why he lied to him to conceive the child.
After returning to the Heavenly Realm, Jing Feirong was distracted and suddenly saw someone who was wearing coarse clothes in front of him. There could only be one person in the whole Heaven Realm who was dressed like this—his fourth sister.
Jing Feirong’s eldest brother was responsible for handling the merits and demerits of the Immortal Realm. He had a cold relationship with the Heavenly Emperor and had never stayed in the Heavenly Palace, only coming back occasionally. His second sister converted to Buddhism early and became a disciple of Taiyi Zhenren. His third brother was in charge of naturalization in the Heavenly Realm. When the war was tense, he went to war with Jing Feirong. When talking about this fourth sister, the Heavenly Emperor would frown when he heard about her.
His fourth sister is the type of girl who is most likely to fall into clichés, as described by storytellers in the Mortal Realm. Many years ago, she descended to play the Mortal Realm and fell in love with a man at first sight. She quickly became obsessed with him and loved him for more than ten years in the Mortal Realm. In the end, she came back wearing a plain dress and said with red eyes that her husband had died of illness early.
His eldest brother comforted her, saying that thousands of years passed like a cloud of smoke and she would forget about it soon.
But no, his fourth sister’s love is beyond your imagination. She went to the Underworld and used some unknown means to get the man’s reincarnation record, and then returned to the Mortal Realm to find her lover. Jing Feirong was shocked after hearing this, “Aren’t Fourth Sister going too early?! Isn’t that man only five months old now?”
The third brother said, “It is said that she wants to be involved in every moment of his growth.”
Jing Feirong: “Then why doesn’t Fourth Sister just marry his father?”
Later, they learned that his fourth sister only appeared for the first time when that man was sixteen years old. His fourth sister was very shy and, after reuniting after a long separation, kissed him hard on the mouth. The man panicked, covered his mouth, cried, and fled.
Decades later, his fourth sister returned wearing mourning clothes.
Then she descended to earth again, got married again, lost her husband again, returned to heaven again, and went to the Underworld to check the records again.
Jing Feirong couldn’t count how many reincarnations his fourth sister had loved that person, but this time, everyone tacitly didn’t mention it again—because that person had reincarnated into a monk.
After all, his fourth sister is a deity in the Heavenly Realm. It’s against the Dao if she lures a Buddhist disciple into the Mortal Realm. Even if the Buddha does not punish her, the Heavenly Emperor will also be the first to remove her from the deity list.
It is said that his fourth sister originally planned to be ordained in the nunnery in the opposite temple, but because she let slip during the interview that she wanted to socialize with the monk in the temple, the abbot thought that her heart was not pure and rejected her. His fourth sister could only find a thatched house halfway up the mountain to live in. Everyday, she followed the temple’s schedule to chop wood and fetch water, just to take a look at her little monk.
“Fourth Sister, Fourth Sister!” Jing Feirong called her a few times, but she just kept walking forward, as if she had lost her soul. So Jing Feirong gathered all his strength and shouted, “Jing Feiyan!”
Jing Feiyan’s shoulders shuddered, and she turned around. Such a pretty goddess had turned into a beggar. She looked haggard, with dull eyes like a puppet.
“Oh, Rongrong.” Jing Feiyan tucked a strand of her rough hair behind her ears and asked, “What did you call me for?”
Jing Feirong originally wanted to quickly run over but suddenly remembered about the child, so he covered his lower abdomen, paced a few steps as if nothing had happened, and walked to the front of Jing Feiyan.
He pulled Jing Feiyan aside, looked around, and then lowered his voice and asked, “Fourth Sister, do you know how dragons give birth to children?”
Jing Feiyan: “It comes out of the belly ah.”
“That… like… I have a friend who is a dragon, but he is a man. Can he also give birth?”
Jing Feiyan looked him up and down and asked, “Do you want to give birth?”
Jing Feirong: “……”
He lowered his head for a while, then spread out his palm to show Jing Feiyan, as if he were a little embarrassed to say, “This is my child.”
Jing Feiyan glanced at his hand, then looked at him with a complicated expression, “Does your family’s Dijun tell you this?”
Jiang Feirong nodded.
“Dijun is… so mean.” Jing Feiyan looked at her fifth brother lovingly and said, “This is a totem unique to the ancient gods, used to suppress evil spirits.”
Jing Feirong was shocked. “Nothing more?”
“Nothing more.” Jing Feiyan said, “Most of our ancestors have already gone to seclusion to cultivate. It’s hard to see a few totems like this in the Six Realms. Now that it’s in your hands, enjoy it ba.”
Jing Feirong widened his eyes and looked at the totem again, unconsciously feeling that it was rare and precious. He muttered to himself, “Why would Dijun want…”
Jing Feiyan patted his shoulder, as if sighing: “He loves you so much.”
Jing Feirong’s heart suddenly trembled, and he almost couldn’t control himself.
