The Immortal God of Death
Chyou what's wrong?
Under the moonlight. Chyou Chen walked across his lush forest. The rain has now stopped. But the land that became his foothold was still inundated by a puddle of water. There was no light that he brought to light his way. He only used his spiritual fire mode to become a lighting tool for his. Arriving at Li's hometown. Chyou Chen hastened his steps. He went to the temple of Li's residence not too far from Li.
Otherside. It's at the Chen temple. The mood has now returned to normal. However, the emperor remained in his son's room. In the same place, sitting on the bed. Replacing his son to wait for this man named Xin Zhao to wake up.
Until the moment the sun started to rise. The emperor silently observed the man's face which looked a little familiar to him. But when he tried to recall, his mind did not respond at all. He doesn't remember anything. However, when all over the temple knew that Chyou chen was fighting with Longfei. This man asked for permission to visit there. At first the emperor refused. But not long after he retracted his speech, then gave permission to the man. On condition that he should not separate himself from the ranks of warriors. Nor can he enter the battlefield. Because after all, the fight between Chyou Chen and Longfei was still not found out who the winner was.
“Egh”
Amidst the silence that was sandwiched with the emperor's daydream, suddenly came the sound of someone holding his groan. Hearing this, the emperor looked up at his head and turned to the bed near him. A man was lying with his eyes open. The emperor was surprised, who then moved from his sitting position on the floor to the edge of the bed.
“Xin Zhao” the emperor tried to bring his trembling hand closer to the man's face. But because his hand moved slowly, it made the man who first grabbed his hand.
“Yang noble.”
A drop of water dripped out of the emperor's eyes. He did not understand why the man's touch made his tears drip out. Hands smaller than her. And his warm touch made the emperor freeze.
“Yes, are you okay?” asked the man immediately made the emperor aware of his reverie in an eshter manner.
“A-Ahh ya” the emperor pulled back his hand, which was sanded by the build of the man's body. “How are you doing? Does the wound on your body still hurt?” ask her.
Xin Zhao smiled. “Sorry has made you bother waiting for the villagers to wake up noble”
“Stop talking like that” agile her. “I didn't do anything. It was Chyou Chen who brought you back to the temple. He was also the one who asked the healers to treat the wounds on your body”
Hearing this made him quiet. His mouth shut tight. Xin Zhao was very surprised when he found out that he was in this temple, thanks to the help of Chyou Chen who brought his body. Her mind kept thinking about how dirty Chyou chen's clothes were because it was exposed to blood and her dirty body.
The emperor could only take a deep breath, which then moved his hand and caressed the man's head. “What makes you so silent? Is it because of what I said?”
“No one is noble. Unlike that” Xin Zhao waved her hand at the chest, gesturing that the thing the emperor said was not true. “I feel guilty if it is true that young master Chen's clothes are damaged and dirty for helping me”
“Nothing to blame. Her clothes are fine. He also did not feel aggrieved by mu” the emperor took back his hand, then placed it on his lap.
“But-“
Xin Zhao received the clothes, and looked at it for a moment. “This outfit?” he muttered softly, his forehead wrinkled as he looked at the hanfu the emperor had given him.
“What's up? Don't you like it?”
“Hah?” Xin Zhao was startled, then his hand quickly clenched the clothes inside his embrace. “Of course I like it. Thank you noble” he bowed his head towards the emperor near his.
The emperor who knew that the man liked the gifting clothes of his son made him smile softly. Then get up from his seat. “Good if you like it. Then you better go clean yourself up at the court. And change your clothes. It is not worth using.”
“All right, your majesty. Then I permission pamit”
“Pamit?” the emperor turned his head slightly. “Where will you go?”
“Back to our glorious cottage”
“No need. Your body is still not recovered. Better stay here until your body condition recovers”
“Ta-but your honor. I don't deserve to be in this temple”
“Nobody said you weren't worthy. Stop this chat, and go the bathhouse at this temple”
“All right, your majesty. Thank you”
He nodded then walked out of the room. Leaving Xin Zhao who was still in that room. However, as he was about to go towards his room. His gaze was suguhi by the figure of a man who was walking towards her. No other, the figure of the man was his first son. Chyou Chen's. He had just returned from Li's temple residence.
“Chyou? You're back?”
“Later. I'm so tired already. So many things I have asked ancestor Guan Li. I'll rest in the guest room. Fathering.. Don't bother me” replied Chyou Chen who then walked past the emperor in front of him.
Seeing a pair of glaring gazes, as well as an unstable manner of walking made the emperor slightly anxious. It was the first time for him to see Chyou Chen return saying that he was so exhausted. It also made the emperor speechless to watch his son's back walk away towards the guest room. He could only sigh deeply and then walk back to his room.