Zhi’er sat up, slipped on her little shoes, and ran to the window to open it.
"Emperor." A ruo’s tear-stained face was just outside the window.
Zhi’er was surprised: "Sister A Ruo, why have you co again!"
She stepped aside and invited A ruo to co in.
Once inside, A ruo knelt on the ground, sobbing and choking.
"I am here on Your Majesty’s orders to convey a ssage to the Emperor."
Saying this, she extended her hand.
Zhi’er, upon hearing it was about her mother, hurried forward and cupped A ruo’s fingertips in her small hands.
In the Heavenly Palace, there is a special thod of communication.
One can directly read mories once permission is granted.
From Zhi’er’s fair palm, a faint rose-gold light emanated.
She saw the weakened Jing Jia in A ruo’s mind.
The little one suddenly widened her eyes: "Mother!"
Jing Jia, weak and murmuring, conveyed several sentences.
In Zhi’er’s jet-black spiritual eyes, it seed as if covered by clouds, losing all brightness, surrounded by worry.
After finishing the mory, Zhi’er imdiately released her hand.
"Sister A Ruo, why has mother suddenly beco so severely ill?!"
A ruo lowered her head, tears dripping down her nose.
"In fact, Your Majesty’s health has never been optimistic. Previously, Your Majesty battled the Demon Lord to drive him away, but her Primordial Spirit was heavily damaged."
"Your Majesty thus fell into a coma, and upon waking, encountered the Emperor’s Father. Although Your Majesty found a village abundant in Spiritual Energy, the Primordial Spirit was already damaged, and to hope for a full recovery was simply a fool’s dream."
"Later, Your Majesty even gave birth to you, the Emperor, and you were born with the strongest Immortal Root. Your Majesty was greatly weakened, and each day was a struggle."
Listening to this, Zhi’er’s eyes welled with tears: "I am a burden to mother, boo-hoo..."
A ruo hurriedly held Zhi’er’s arm.
"No, Emperor, you are not! You are the last hope of the nine layered heaven. Your Majesty fears the Demon Lord will return, and spies of the Demon Lord have surely been planted within the Heavenly Court."
"His Mana is vast, surpassing all immortals. Emperor, only you can oppose him."
Zhi’er, eyes red with tears, looked at her: "The Demon Lord... Mother said, is it true that the Demon Lord is lurking around ?"
A ruo bit her lower lip and nodded after a long ti: "Perhaps, it is Feng Fuce."
The sound of "hoo-hoo" filled the air as the snow outside intensified.
The wind suddenly beca noisier, causing the window fra to shake violently.
Zhi’er choked up, her big watery eyes showing so loneliness.
"But Brother Fuce is so nice, how could he be the Demon Lord who hurt mother..."
If true, how should she interact with him?
A ruo wiped away her tears: "Emperor, as I see it, Marquis Wan does not know your true identity yet."
"If you want to find out, place this Immortal Stone at his feet, and a shadow of his true form will appear behind him."
A ruo placed the Five Colored Stone in Zhi’er’s palm.
Zhi’er looked down at the stone, tears continuously flowing.
Because she seed to have a premonition.
This premonition seed to tell her that she would lose a friend.
"Emperor, I must return to guard the Xiangsi Tree. Please rember Your Majesty’s instructions: do not expose yourself before the Demon Lord until you have fully restored your Mana."
"Grow up well, inherit the Heavenly Dao, and protect the Three Realms and the Four Seas and Eight Deserts."
After speaking, A ruo swiftly turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the night sky outside the window.
Zhi’er stood by the window, tears falling with a soft splash.
So snowflakes landed on her tender, round little face.
"Mother..." Zhi’er’s small sobs echoed in the long night.
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