Chapter 248: Chapter 107: The Fall of the Wang Family, Cultivators Move South
Prince Qing’s Mansion.
Li Xuan held his little cotton-padded jacket, a familial warmth thicker than blood. Even though he had watched this little girl from afar many times, holding her in his arms was still moving.
With this little girl, he had a new identity — a father.
Even though the little girl had many strange things about her, he didn’t plan to delve into it, or even show a hint of doubt, to avoid scaring her.
Not to mention, he had been back for less than two days, so why was she so close to him?
Shouldn’t she be afraid of strangers?
And a one-year-old girl who could talk and run, isn’t that strange?
Red Flower Mountain was a place full of oddities, and he had long been accustomed to things, even more so with family secrets.
He always respected the secrets of his family.
In the past, he could endure Wei Yao hiding her Secret Martial Arts, so why would he now be bothered by his daughter’s secret?
But even with secrets, does it mean the little girl isn’t his daughter?
Of course not.
No matter what, he and she are father and daughter.
Besides, didn’t he have many secrets?
Li Xuan happily spun around in the yard with Xiaojing in his arms, then gently tossed her up and caught her softly.
Xiaojing grinned and laughed happily.
After a while, Li Xuan hoisted Xiaojing onto his shoulder, then called out, "Hold onto Daddy’s head tightly."
Feeling the soft little hands clutching him, he smiled and said, "Sit tight."
Xiaojing responded with an "Mm."
Li Xuan ran around the Prince Qing’s Mansion as if he were a big horse being ridden.
He bounced and jumped, teasing his daughter with joy.
Xiaojing’s thin and fine hair fluttered. She looked down at this male human brimming with terrifying power, her expression joyful yet complicated.
Since birth, she had silently observed the mansion, understanding its circumstances, and learned about her surroundings through events within the mansion.
After seeing the "Third Miss of the Chancellor’s Mansion" in the Demon Realm, she roughly understood the power hierarchy here.
In her mind, even if her long-lost father were to burst through the sky, he would barely match the "Third Miss of the Chancellor’s Mansion."
However, at this moment, she was stunned.
Not to mention, Purple Ice Copper, it could seal or suppress Tier Two demons.
Whatever Secret Martial Artist, whatever Demon Form, once they touched it, they couldn’t use any power.
Yet her father wore it...
In others’ eyes, it was merely an ornate, somewhat mysterious cloak.
But in Xiaojing’s eyes, it was clearly a "seal."
Dad was sealing himself.
This showed that Dad was certainly above Tier Three.
Could Dad be a cultivator?
But cultivators wouldn’t wear such self-sealing strange things.
Or was Dad a demon?
But why would a demon seal themselves?
Besides, as a Tier Three demon, one would have a big appetite, so how could Dad just drink porridge during the day? How did he manage?
Before, her appetite was ludicrous. If food sources were lost or if she didn’t eat for a long time, hunger would weaken her, and she would almost perish.
So after narrowly escaping with her life and being reincarnated as a human, her appetite "plummeted," and she could eat her fill at every meal.
The feeling of being full was really wonderful.
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Thump thump thump...
Thump thump thump...
Li Xuan pretended to be the big horse.
Zhao Qingxue stood under the corridor, watching the father and daughter, both happy and worried. She waved and shouted, "Be careful, be careful!"
Li Xuan responded with a smile, "Got it."
The maidservants watching the world-renowned Prince Qing in this way couldn’t help but cover their mouths and laugh, but Li Xuan didn’t care.
He even rushed out of Prince Qing’s Mansion, carrying the little girl around, and the surrounding people smiled and watched with joy.
Anyone could see Li Xuan’s doting on the little girl.
Slowly... slowly...
Xiaojing was also somewhat moved.
She gained motherly love from Zhao Qingxue and fatherly love from Li Xuan. These pure emotions without any impurity were extremely precious to her.
The frail human body was, however, limiting her, making her feel a bit sleepy soon.
So, she called out in her sweet baby voice, "Daddy, sleepy."
Li Xuan gently lowered his head, bringing the little girl into his arms, then looked down at her, smiling, "Then let’s go home."
Xiaojing yawned, a wisp of milky breath escaping her soft little mouth.
Li Xuan held her tightly in his arms, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.
A regular baby girl wouldn’t feel Li Xuan’s emotions, but Xiaojing did. She knew her father holding her would protect her at all costs, which made her amused and moved.
When Li Xuan returned to Prince Qing’s Mansion, the little girl in his arms was already asleep, a small snot bubble inflating and deflating with her breathing.
He stepped even more lightly and raised his hand to shield her from the wind and cold, stealthily laying the little girl back on the bed and gently covering her with a blanket.
Zhao Qingxue softly said, "She’s exhausted."
Her voice was full of sweetness.
At first, she thought she’d sacrifice her life.
But now, she felt a true sense of happiness, even wishing the days could go on like this forever.
Li Xuan took his wife’s hand, softly saying, "I haven’t been home these days, thank you for all your hard work."
