Reincarnated as the daughter of my mortal enemy, all I want is to ascend the throne.

The folk song rang out again and again.

People stood outside the hall listening; the peaceful lullaby, meant to lull children to sleep, was now filled with sorrow.

Yan Xu stood outside the door, rubbing the little wooden cat in his hand. It was something he had promised to give to Li Qingyan, but the child hadn't had a chance to see it yet.

The blood that dripped from the wooden cat's prick on my palm instantly froze on the ground.

It's really cold tonight, colder than the snowstorms he experienced while guarding the frontier.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang in his ears. Before he could even see anyone, Yan Xu threw a punch in the direction of the sound.

"General Yan is still as irritable as ever after all these years."

The newcomer wore a greyish-white Taoist robe and looked to be no more than twenty years old. He dodged Yan Xu's fist with a quick tilt of his head, his speed astonishing.

Entering the heavily guarded palace was like entering an empty place.

With a pull and a push around Yan Xu's wrist, seemingly without any force, Yan Xu staggered back dozens of steps before barely stopping.

"Master Qingshan?" Yan Xu recognized the person and quickly grabbed his wrist. "Quickly, save the young prince!"

Master Qingshan was pushed directly into the main hall, shook his head, and said, "This kid is really a reckless fool."

The atmosphere inside the main hall was oppressive. The emperor himself carried the oppressive aura of heaven and earth, which cultivators could naturally sense.

Master Qingshan waved his hand gently, and the overwhelming pressure instantly dissipated.

Li Yan held Li Qingyan and paced back and forth as if coaxing a naughty child to sleep.

Seeing him like this, Master Qingshan shook his head. If an assassin were to get close to him while he was so distracted, he would probably already be dead.

"Li Yan, put this child down." Master Qingshan stopped ten steps away from him and did not approach.

Animals that have lost their offspring are most aggressive, and this same applies to humans. Li Yan was not thinking much at that moment.

Master Qingshan was not incapable of defeating Li Yan, but he could not easily harm him.

Li Yan is the emperor and possesses the fortune of heaven and earth. If Daoist Qingshan injures him, he will also suffer a backlash, at best losing his cultivation, and at worst losing his life.

Li Yan seemed not to hear what he said and continued pacing back and forth.

"This child isn't dead yet, give her to me!" Daoist Qingshan roared.

This sound finally roused Li Yan, and his cold eyes slowly regained some human light. He held Li Qingyan close to Daoist Qingshan, "Can she really be saved?"

Master Qingshan nodded, caught Li Qingyan, and casually waved his whisk. A golden pill appeared out of thin air above Li Qingyan's head and began to spin faster and faster.

Finally settling down, the golden pill slowly descended between Li Qingyan's eyebrows, its golden light swirling across her face before disappearing.

The room fell silent for a moment, then a dazzling seven-colored light shone, covering the entire room with starlight-like glow.

They seemed to have their own consciousness, circling around Master Qingshan and Li Yan a few times, like little dogs realizing that the two posed no threat to their master before leaving and scattering around Li Qingyan.

This is Li Qingyan's destiny. Daoist Qingshan narrowed his eyes, "I haven't seen such destiny in many years, it's even better than..."

He looked at Li Yan beside him, whose aura was even stronger than that of Li Yan and his father, and this aura even changed Li Yan's destiny.

original……

Master Qingshan shook his head and didn't think about it any further.

"Parents and children are connected by blood. If you hold her while you sleep, her soul will return to its place."

He flicked the dust off his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "I'll go see the Emperor Emeritus first; there's still a game of chess I haven't finished."

In the blink of an eye, Master Qingshan vanished as if he had never existed.

Li Yan narrowed his eyes as he watched the spot where the man had disappeared. This two-hundred-year-old monster truly knew everything. This wasn't some game of chess; he was clearly afraid of being silenced.

"Enter the banquet hall."

Upon hearing the order, Yan Xu hurriedly pushed open the door and entered. He had also seen Liu Guang earlier, but dared not step forward for fear of disturbing Master Qingshan's treatment of Li Qingyan.

Having looked around and not seeing Master Qingshan, Yan Xu let out a heavy sigh.

The fact that the old man left means the person has been rescued.

Why did you call him in?

Li Yan, holding Li Qingyan, glanced at the dragon bed and said, "Take off your outer clothes and get on."

Yan Xu subconsciously took a step back. How could an outsider like him sleep on the dragon bed?

Seeing his fear, Li Yan took a deep breath. Did he really think he was willing? If it weren't for the little brat, why would he sleep in the same bed with this man?

"The old Taoist priest said that if her parents and blood relatives slept together with the green smoke for one night, she could summon back her soul."

Li Yan's expression was already showing signs of impatience.

"Your subject obeys."

Yan Xu, his limbs stiff, climbed onto the dragon bed, rolled over, and moved closer to embrace Li Qingyan. The little bundle of flesh was warm and comforting, and his face regained its color.

That's all.

The little one looked even smaller between the two of them; its head was not even as big as their palms.

This tiny baby has suffered so much.

Yan Xu quietly placed the little wooden cat on her head, wishing his little prince peace and safety.

Laifu walked in, blew out the candlestick, and closed the door. Everyone in the Qin Zheng Hall except him was a loyal bodyguard; no one would reveal this matter.

Tonight is the fifteenth, and the moon is exceptionally round. Laifu bowed to the moon, and the little prince was finally alright.

Tears streamed down his face. When was the last time he cried? Lai Fu couldn't remember. He had suffered so much before meeting Li Yan that he had forgotten what it felt like to cry.

"That's wonderful, that's wonderful."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the cold night wind carried a hint of warmth into people's hearts.

Li Qingyan was woken up by the urge to suffocate; she felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her chest. She opened her eyes, struggled to turn over, and finally managed to shake off those two large hands by sticking her bottom up and crawling backward.

She sat between the two men, not knowing why they were sleeping with her, but she was furious. They had tried to murder her and almost suffocated her in her sleep.

Then, with a sharp "slap," he slapped Li Yan and Yan Xu across the face, one on each side. The two slaps were exceptionally clear and loud, and even those outside the door heard them.

Laifu waved for them to move away, and he instinctively moved away as well.

The next moment, a roar came from inside.

"You little brat, how dare you hit me!"

Li Yan suddenly sat up and was about to grab Li Qingyan.

Li Qingyan was not one to give up easily. She lunged at Yan Xu, dodging him and making a face at Li Yan.

One was the emperor, and the other was the princess. No one dared to favor either of them, so Yan Xu was caught in the middle.

"Yan Xu saved me."

Li Qingyan was lifted up, her limbs flailing wildly.

Li Yan snorted coldly, "You're like a little dog. You could be thrown into the water and not drown. You were born to doggy paddle."

Those words were laced with venom. Li Qingyan's eyes widened, and she sneered, "You're my father, and I'm your son, then what are you?"

Li Yan closed his eyes, thinking that the little brat had just come back to life, and fearing that he might not be able to resist taking action, he threw the child directly into Yan Xu's arms.

"Laifu is off today."

This meant he wouldn't be attending court. Lai Fu answered from outside the door and then sent someone to inform the officials. Only then were the palace maids allowed to enter to help him wash and change.

Lai Fu peeked inside as he entered and remarked, "Wow, the young prince has quite a strong grip. Looks like he's recovering well."

At this moment, Yan Xu and Li Yan each had a handprint on their cheek—one on the left and the other on the right. The size clearly indicated that Li Qingyan had made the slap. Yan Xu picked up Li Qingyan's hand, looked at the bright red mark, and gently blew on it.

Li Qingyan hugged his neck and chatted with him, appearing quite harmonious.

After breakfast, Li Yan was worried and asked Zhao Zheng to come and check on her. Seeing the slap marks on Yan Xu and Li Yan's faces, he knew without even taking their pulses that Li Qingyan was in excellent health.

But I still had to check it. When I put my hand on it, the pulse was strong and powerful, just like a teenager's.

He happily patted his white beard. "Good, good, Your Highness is alright. Your hand is still quite strong."

Upon hearing his words, Li Yan narrowed his eyes. If he hadn't been in a relatively good mood today, he would have punished Zhao Zheng for his disrespect.

Since everything is alright now, it's okay to fight.

Li Yan, holding Li Qingyan in his arms, said, "You little brat..."

"Li Yan, let me go."

Neither father nor daughter would give in, and Li Yan even said he didn't know where Li Qingyan got her temper from.

Yan Xu touched his nose. Li Qingyan and Li Yan had the same temper, a little irritable and a little willful.

In those years, Li Yan hid himself very well in order to survive; he was a prince who kept his abilities hidden, and later he became an emperor who kept his abilities hidden.