Name: Shang Li
Age: 7
Constitution: Lucky Fish Dragon Body.
Realm: None.
Destiny: Gold (extremely fortunate, destined to be an emperor, but misfortune often follows fortune.)
Evaluation: Last prince of Da Shang, slumbered for thousands of years in the cycle of life and d*ath under Qingyuan, blessed by the fortune of the nation, possessing extraordinary luck.
Recent Encounter: Woke up six months ago. Escaped from the cycle of life and d*ath only after the national fortune vanished.
Li Mo stared blankly at the document, shock written all over his face.
He looked at the exceptionally pretty Shang Li.
“Is he really your brother?”
“He’s just a bit cute. If you punch him, he’ll cry for a while.”
Shang Wu ruffled his hair, making it a messy disaster.
Boys and girls in Da Shang were indeed hard to tell apart. After all, before the age of twelve, their clothes and hair were pretty much the same.
And Shang Li probably hadn’t just woken up from under Qingyuan; he had likely been lying in a coffin for a while, looking all pitiful.
“Are you hungry?”
Now that it was like this, Li Mo decided to let the kid eat first.
“Thank you…” Shang Li thought this big brother looked like a nice person, so he stopped crying and took the tangyuan to eat.
Before long, Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qin Qing also woke up.
“Hey, Xiao Mo, is this your daughter? Super cute!”
Shang Qin Qing came over and pinched Shang Li’s cheeks.
Qin Yuzhi scratched her head, “Am I still half asleep? When did these kids get so big…”
“This is Shang Wu’s brother.” Li Mo’s mouth twitched slightly.
It’s not like he was being mistaken for being a dad here.
Look at this yard, with the former teaching head of Da Shang, the previous princess, the former deity of marriage, and now there’s even a crown prince!
If he admitted to being the dad here, breakfast could instantly become a court session.
“Shang Wu’s brother?” Qin Yuzhi thought for a moment, “Then doesn’t that mean you have to call him uncle?”
Li Mo: “…..”
Seems like there’s nothing wrong with that.
Glancing at the seven-year-old little kid, he couldn’t help but recall last year’s New Year in his previous life and that little uncle of his who always had a milk bottle in his mouth.
“Master, how do you plan to settle Shang Li?” Li Mo cleared his throat and asked.
“Oh, I’ve long wanted to quit being the master of Qunyu Peak. I’ll tell the elders that this position should go to Shang Li, and the crown prince position of Elder Han He will be canceled.”
While speaking, Shang Wu patted Shang Li on the shoulder, giving the child a little jolt.
“This….”
Li Mo thought it was a bit unnecessary to ask the master again and shook his head, “He’s too young; he hasn’t even reached the age to enter. Why not let him stay in Qiushui Pavilion for now?”
His thinking was simple; how could the national fortune of Da Shang not be riding on him? Consider it he owed the previous dynasty a favor.
Besides, he was still Shang Wu’s relative; he couldn’t just abandon him.
Staying in Qiushui Pavilion, when the time comes for him to marry Ice Chunk, he could even give a blessing or something.
When Shang Li heard this, he finally smiled, “Brother is a good person; I’ll listen to my brother.”
Perhaps Li Mo had absorbed a bit of national fortune, but little kid had a natural fondness for him.
Li Mo smiled as he brushed Shang Li’s hair, “When it’s just us two, calling me uncle is also fine.”
Shang Wu raised an eyebrow.
Where’s this kid coming from with this logic?
Did she perhaps teach Li Mo a bit too well?
At this moment, light footsteps were heard from upstairs.
“That sister is so pretty.”
Shang Li immediately learnt, looking at Ying Bing who had just come down the stairs, he tilted his face up and asked, “Is that Shang Li’s aunt?”
Qin Yuzhi and Shang Qin Qing exchanged glances, then gave Shang Li a big thumbs up. Look at this, a true gem from the royal family of Da Shang, effortlessly widening the path ahead; Shang Wu was just an accident.
Ying Bing didn’t know who this little kid was at first, but now she did.
She thought for a moment, then took out a martial arts manual from her large-headed doll, as if presenting a gift to a junior.
Shang Wu: “?”
Shang Qin Qing: “Hahahaha….”
Qin Yuzhi whispered, “Qin Qing, by hierarchy, you and Shang Wu are of the same generation.”
“…..”
Before long, a tall figure appeared at the entrance of Qiushui Pavilion. He intended to step in but suddenly paused, feeling that something was off.
So he just stood at the door, waving at Li Mo.
“Uncle Zhong, why don’t you come in and sit?”
“Uh… maybe not.”
The King of South Border shook his head, feeling that the atmosphere in Qiushui Pavilion was somewhat rebellious.
“I’m going to the main peak anyway, so I’ll just skip the disturbance. Has the date on the edict been finalized?”
“It’s right here.”
Li Mo took out the edict from his pocket and handed it to the King of South Border.
“During the New Year…”
The King of South Border glanced over, pondering for a moment, “That works; during the Spring Festival, double happiness arrives, and there’s enough time to prepare.”
“Details still need to be discussed with the peak masters of Qingyuan Sect; let’s go.”
Saying this, he handed the edict to his bodyguard.
Li Mo nodded, and Ying Bing also stepped out, following closely behind, naturally slipping her dainty hand into his palm.
The summer sunshine made the already vibrant greenery around Qiushui Pavilion even more exuberant.
Turning to look at her, her tranquil and cool demeanor couldn’t hide a hint of nervousness; the ripples in her gaze stirred without any wind.
She also had things she wasn’t good at, huh.
Li Mo tightened her delicate hand.
Ying Bing instinctively looked up, seeing the seriousness in his expression, and suddenly felt that the childish ghost wasn’t so childish anymore, looking pretty reliable.
At Danding Peak.
“Master, we’re going to be late!”
Tang Xiaobao dashed into the room.
Xue Jing hadn’t slept or gone out in days, researching that divine item’s efficacy, and had reached a critical point.
The other disciples wouldn’t dare disturb him, except for the slightly scatterbrained Tang Xiaobao.
He ran into the room and saw a figure standing in front of the cauldron, staring at that dragon and phoenix patterned, wondrous divine medicine floating in mid-air.
“This isn’t right… how could it be like this…”
Xue Jing murmured to himself, looking utterly stunned.
Tang Xiaobao, curious, asked, “Master, have you finally figured out the divine item’s efficacy?”
“Hmm… but I’m not sure if it’s right or wrong.”
Xue Jing’s expression was complex and hard to believe.
Tang Xiaobao hadn’t expected even the master to show such an expression, as this impacted whether he could move forward; what secrets were hidden in this divine item?
“What is the miraculous effect of the divine item?” Tang Xiaobao asked eagerly.
