Zither Emperor Chapter 914 Chapter 192 Reunion Part 2

914: Chapter 192 Reunion (Part 2) 914: Chapter 192 Reunion (Part 2) And herself, she had just, just stabbed her husband with a sword, all because of the shadows in her heart.

The pain and regret twisted Sura’s heart as if it were being wrung out.

She had no other thoughts, and violently pulled the Sigh of God out from Ye Yinzhu’s chest and moved it toward her own throat.

Apart from death, she couldn’t think of any other solution.

Because of her impulsiveness, she made her children lose their father, Haiyang lost her husband, and the person she had killed was the man she yearned for day and night, the one she loved most.

All of this was something she couldn’t accept in her heart.

A large hand firmly gripped Sura’s wrist, preventing the Sigh of God from falling.

With a light ‘ding’, the Sigh of God had already fallen into Ye Yinzhu’s hand, “Sura, what are you doing?

Do you want to make me suffer for the rest of my life?

This thing is too dangerous in your hands.

Let me keep it for you for now.”

Enduring the pain in his chest, Ye Yinzhu held Sura tightly.

He truly feared that his highly unstable lover would do something else shocking.

“Why, why won’t you let me die?” Sura cried her heart out, clinging tightly to Ye Yinzhu.

It felt as if her beloved husband was slowly drifting away from her, yet all of this was caused by herself.

“You are my wife, how could I let you die?

I want you to acpany me for a lifetime.

Foolish girl, I know you’ve endured so much in these three years.

I will make it up to you with the time ahead, okay?”

He held Sura’s delicate face in his hands and lightly kissed her lips.

Ye Yinzhu quietly forted her, and only then did his heart gradually relax.

Sura was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Ye Yinzhu, “You, what did you say?

The future?

Can we still have a future?

That’s the Sigh of God; its curse is unbreakable.”

Ye Yinzhu gave a wry smile and said, “Silly girl, in this world, nothing is absolute.

The curse contained within the Sigh of God is indeed powerful, but it is not unsolvable.

I’ve soaked in the Life Spring for three years and have pletely absorbed the immense life energy within it.

I’ve even lifted the curse of the Sixth Sense Soul Snatching Technique; how could the curse within the Sigh of God possibly harm me?

Look, you stabbed me with a sword, and I haven’t even bled, right?”

Sura quickly lowered her head to look at Ye Yinzhu’s chest, and indeed, although there was a tear in the Divine Source Magic Robe, there was no blood flowing from Ye Yinzhu’s chest.

At this moment, the shadow in Sura’s heart and all other negative thoughts were thrown to the back of her mind.

In her heart, there was only Ye Yinzhu’s goodness.

The past events echoed in her mind, but the more she thought about them, the heavier her remorse became.

Ye Yinzhu sighed softly and said while hugging Sura, “Sura, listen to me.

I understand you’ve been hurt too much in the past, and I pletely understand why you were impulsive just now.

It was because you care about me too much that you acted that way.

So, I will never blame you, and you shouldn’t overthink it anymore, okay?

Try to think positively; we have children now, two little treasures at that, and I have finally e back.

Our family can be together again, what a joyful thing that is.

Sweetheart, stop crying, today should be considered a great day for our family.

You should be smiling.”

To help stabilize Sura’s emotions, Ye Yinzhu had to use spiritual magic.

His control over his voice could be said to be unparalleled across the Ryuzakinus Continent.

His faint voice contained infinite magic power, easing Sura’s agitated emotions gradually.

Sura’s eyes were filled with confusion, “Today is a day of great joy, Yin Zhu has returned, the family is reunited, I should be happy.

Yes!

I should be happy.”

She turned and hugged Ye Yinzhu’s neck, lifting her face which carried a flush of shyness, and she offered her enchanting lips voluntarily.

Ye Yinzhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The problem had finally been resolved, Sura’s mindset was back to normal.

It seemed he would have to take extra care of her from now on.

Only love could truly dissipate the gloom in her heart.

Just as Ye Yinzhu was about to kiss Sura, suddenly, a tender voice came, “Mom, we’re here to protect you, we’ve notified the godfather, and they will be here soon.”

Ye Yinzhu and Sura were both startled.

The blank look in Sura’s eyes disappeared, and she exchanged a glance with Ye Yinzhu.

Her face was full of shy joy, unaware that Ye Yinzhu had carefully erased the memory of that moment when she had plunged the Sigh of God into his chest with his spiritual power.

Ye Siqin ran out of breath from the Dark Tower.

When he saw his mother being held in the arms of that stranger, he was momentarily stunned.

“Mom, you, you guys…”

Ye Yinzhu let go of his embrace on Sura, and upon seeing their son, Sura’s expression became even softer.

At that time, Ye Lianqin and Ye Nianqin also ran out from the Dark Tower.

“You three little ones, e here.” Sura crouched down, calling the three children over to her.

Pointing to Ye Yinzhu behind her, she said, “Call him Dad.”

The three children looked at Ye Yinzhu, their expressions turning strange simultaneously as they looked at each other.

Evidently, these weren’t the kinds of expressions two to three-year-olds were supposed to have.

Ye Yinzhu gave a faint smile and said, “I’ve told you, I am your father.”

Ye Siqin said, “Mom, is he really our dad?

But he doesn’t look like a great hero!”

Sura, amused, said, “Then you tell mom, what should a great hero look like?”

Ye Siqin, taking it for granted, said, “Of course, he should be like godfather, an old man with a white beard, respected by everyone.

That’s what a great hero is.”

Sura pulled Ye Siqin close and kissed his tender little face forcefully, “Your father is a true hero as well, and the number of people who respect him will certainly be no less than those who respect your godfather.”

“Yin Zhu…” Just then, a voice that nearly made the air freeze arose, trembling, and its owner shook even more violently.

That familiar figure, like a whirlwind, threw herself into Ye Yinzhu’s arms and hugged him tightly.

Ye Nianqin nodded and said, “Judging from mom’s behavior, he might really be our dad.”

The one who had thrown herself into Ye Yinzhu’s embrace was Haiyang.

Like Sura, she appeared somewhat thinner than before, her radiant beauty unchanging, yet now she seemed even more pitiable.

As Haiyang rushed into Ye Yinzhu’s arms, no one noticed that he sucked in his chest and tensed his abdomen instinctively, his plexion turning a few shades paler.

Hugging Haiyang tightly, he said, “I’m sorry, it’s been such a long time since I left, you all have had such a hard time.

I’m sorry, Haiyang.”

Haiyang was already weeping inconsolably, “Don’t say sorry, don’t say that.

It’s good that you’ve e back, am I dreaming?

You really came back, that’s good.

Nothing else matters, as long as you’ve returned, nothing else is important anymore.”

Looking at Haiyang and Ye Yinzhu, Sura’s heart trembled slightly.

Although Ye Yinzhu had erased her memory of stabbing him, some earlier impressions still lingered in her mind.

Sura suddenly realized that pared to Haiyang, she trusted Yin Zhu much less, otherwise, the previous misunderstanding would not have occurred.

How could she pare Yin Zhu to that irresponsible father?

Even though her emotions had now returned to normal, a trace of guilt quietly wound its way around her heart.

“Daddy.” The three calls rang out almost at the same time, jolting Haiyang, who was crying in Ye Yinzhu’s arms, awake.

She immediately broke into a smile and said, “e quickly, my three little ones, your dad has finally e back.”

Ye Yinzhu raised both hands at the same time, wrapping the three adorable children in his soft Original Force, and placed them directly on his arms.

Looking at Ye Yinzhu, the animosity in Ye Siqin and her siblings had vanished, replaced largely by curiosity.

Since their birth, they had never seen their dad, but had heard many stories about Ye Yinzhu.

Looking at their father, Ye Siqin stretched out her hand first, “Daddy, gifts.”

Ye Lianqin and Ye Nianqin, not wanting to be outdone, opened their small palms in front of Ye Yinzhu as well.

Ye Yinzhu chuckled and asked, “Then what would you like?” Having been away for three years, after his return, he was indescribably indulgent toward his own children.

Sura also came over and, with a giggle, said, “These little ones!

They probably have more money than you.

Their six godfathers have been extorted for so many good things by them.

If it weren’t for our prohibition, they’d probably already be using Divine Artifact-rank magical products.”

Ye Yinzhu then remembered, the godfathers the children referred to must be Master O’brien and the others.

“Who dares to cause trouble in Faran, my little treasures, your godfather will take care of it for you.” A robust voice sounded, and in the blink of an eye, a fiery red figure had arrived, none other than Sanders, Master of The Fire Tower.

“My godchildren don’t need your interference,” came a serene, aged voice cutting through the void.

Without looking, by the sound of the voice alone, Ye Yinzhu knew it was Tower Master Aubrey, the head of Faran’s Seventh Tower.

Sanders was the first to arrive, not because he was the most anxious, but because The Fire Tower was simply the closest to the Dark Tower.

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