Chapter 1494: Chapter 875: Six Years
A person who cannot use witchcraft became the Court Justice, the youngest Court Justice.
The Court Justice enjoys the honor of six dragon banners, comparable to a prince in the Imperial Court, and need not bow to the emperor.
In other words, many of those who belittled and persecuted him back then, nine out of ten must bow before him now.
The power of authority.
He knew he was an exception.
She hadn’t paid attention or intervened from beginning to end, so she probably didn’t count how it took him a full six years to see her again.
Six years.
When he saw her, he felt... six years... actually weren’t that bad.
She hadn’t changed a bit.
Time to her was like a whisper of wind unintentionally passing by, barely stirring her black hair, softening the harshness of the world.
When she saw him, she was briefly startled, thought for a moment, then asked, "Qing?"
He instinctively glanced at the Jade Crystal Separation Mirror... saw his youthful face still at twenty-two, but because he ate the most spiritually nourishing fruits in the Witch Spirit Court, his youth remained, and his body’s growth was significantly reduced, so his twenty-two seemed no different from eighteen.
That’s why she still recognized him.
"Yes," he bowed and lowered his head.
He had to work harder.
He began to relentlessly reform the system of the Witch Spirit Court, improving witchcraft, improving formations, improving...
Whatever could be dealt with, he dealt with it, the bigger the better, of course, it needed to be done well, so he could move on to other things...
He started to be able to see her frequently with legitimate reasons.
Every half year, every three months, every month, every four or five days, and later several times a day...
Sometimes he worried whether she found him bothersome...
As the Witch Spirit Court grew stronger and the livelihood of the people improved, and with increasing cooperation with the Imperial Court, people inside and outside said there was a prince in the Witch Spirit Court who was a model worker... The wizards in the Witch Spirit Court sighed daily about the blindness of the Imperial Family, having sent such an unparalleled model worker, who worked for the nation and the people, to the Witch Spirit Court...
Even the emperor began to frequently see him, the emperor, who was always strict and commanding, cold towards his subordinates, showed great concern for him, rewarded him abundantly... They seemed like the most perfect father and son under heaven, also a model of prowess and talent across the land.
He thanked, turned around and distributed the rewards to the little disciples she liked in ordinary days...
Then they said he was gentle and generous...
Later, she looked at him and said, "Qing, do you want to take a break?"
His heart skipped a beat, thinking he might have done something wrong.
Or really annoyed her.
But she chuckled lightly: "The People Under the Heavens say you are the most hardworking model worker, tirelessly working every day, if you continue like this, what if it harms your health?"
He was stunned.
Did she smile?
She smiled.
"No... it’s not hard at all... Imperial Crown, let’s look at this together..."
He suppressed the tingling in his heart, stepped forward, and while discussing, he saw her slightly turn her head, revealing a smooth chin, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, clear eyes... when she spoke, her lips and teeth slightly...
He lowered his head, stepped back a few paces, and pinched his palm.
Could not go further.
This was fine.
The weather in the palace and the Witch Spirit Court were the same, yet he felt every day over the years was the best time, whether he saw her or not, and especially when he did...
If time couldn’t stop, it would be good to continue like this...
Reflecting on the sixteen years of suffering, thinking of his mother, strangled and buried in the Mass Burial Mound... Despite his power and ability, he couldn’t find her remains after more than twenty years, enough time for a soul to turn, bones to decay, even the most powerful wizards couldn’t trace her.
No traces, no tomb.
His mother couldn’t even leave behind a grave marker.
The resentment began to fade.
May the days be peaceful.
But where in this world are there such good things...
When he went to see her once by chance, he was stopped.
The emperor was there.
That was the courtyard of the Empty Court, with no flowers or plants around—it wasn’t a place for someone who loved to Dance with the Wind and Toy with the Moon, tending to flowers and plants.
Thus, the Empty Court came to be.
The most serene and quiet place in the world.
She sat there as always, holding a scroll, talking with the emperor, her expression calm and unhurried.
And the emperor... that gaze...
She didn’t understand, but he did.
Men understand men best.
His heart sank.
But he thought carefully, this world’s men mostly lustful, the emperor even more so, such a gaze should be... normal.
As long as there are no further intentions...
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