Bai Xilie held Bai Zhi’er as he stepped out.
The little one lay on her father’s shoulder, watching the Immortal Palace gradually fade into the distance.
In places invisible to mortals, three immortals with grey-white beards, surrounded by a glow of auspicious purple clouds.
They slightly bowed in the direction of Bai Zhi’er, with a kind tone—
"We bid farewell to the Princess."
Bai Zhi’er arched her eyebrows and softly replied, "Goodbye, uncles!"
Historian Wang kept reminiscing about Bai Zhi’er’s words, feeling deeply touched, he quickly took out paper and pen to jot it down.
"The princess’s filial piety is touching, even though she is young, she understands the great truth that among all virtues, filial piety comes first. This sets an enormous example for the world!"
Because he was busy writing this down, he lagged behind.
As a result, Historian Wang’s brother Wang Yi passed by him.
Wang Yi glanced sideways at the elaborate piece of writing on his paper.
He couldn’t help but frown, saying, "Even flattery needs moderation! Praising blindly, don’t you think it’s wrong not to respect the gods?"
Historian Wang put away the paper and pen, casting a cold sidelong glance in return.
He tucked his hands into his sleeves, standing with a straight back: "Disrespecting the gods is just a fault you choose to pick on, if immortals were as petty as you, they wouldn’t be immortals, they’d be demons!"
Wang Yi was furious: "You—!"
Historian Wang flung his sleeves and left, clearly not wanting to argue with him, if he pushed Historian Wang too far, he might end up writing his death in the records.
Wang Yi had to swallow his anger.
It seemed, if his brother’s position couldn’t be secured, it would actually be beneficial for him.
Wang Yi’s gaze darkened insidiously as he recalled that the Emperor had just said that tonight Historian Wang was to enter the palace for the annual feast.
This might be a good opportunity...
In the carriage, Bai Zhi’er was playing with pearls as marbles, having lots of fun.
Bai Xilie watched with a smiling, doting gaze.
"Zhi’er, can you now tell Daddy, what you just said, that the immortals didn’t let you kneel because they feared your mother would be upset, what’s that about?"
Bai Zhi’er didn’t lift her head, her small hands grasping a handful of pearls, flicking them around the carriage.
Her voice was soft and adorable, filled with a child’s innocence: "Mother said, as the beloved of the Heavenly Dao, all the immortal uncles and aunts love me because one day I’ll take on her great role."
Bai Xilie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion: "Beloved of the Heavenly Dao...?"
Only then did Bai Zhi’er lift her head, obediently stating: "Yes, Mommy is the Heavenly Dao, she said I’m her little sweetheart, so I’m the beloved of the Heavenly Dao!"
Finishing her words, the little one extended her chubby finger to her rosy lips.
"Shh, Daddy don’t tell others, or it would be bad to scare them, Mommy said this kind of thing can’t be spoken casually."
Bai Xilie couldn’t help but erupt into hearty laughter.
Jing Jia was again teasing their child.
He remembered that Jing Jia had previously claimed she was the Heavenly Dao Lady.
Bai Xilie admitted, his wife was indeed extraordinary and practiced some mysterious magic.
But the Heavenly Dao immortal who governed life and death across the Three Realms, and his delicate wife who screamed at the sight of mice, was simply impossible to connect together.
Bai Xilie thought it over and understood, this was Jing Jia’s way of giving Bai Zhi’er courage.
Thus, even in the face of danger, she could remain calm and composed.
Bai Xilie laughed and laughed, suddenly feeling a tinge of guilt.
He had a deeply etched brow and eyes that carried a hint of apology.
Bai Xilie reached out, gently brushing away the dark hair from his daughter’s cheek.
"Zhi Bao, I’m sorry for the hardships you endure following Daddy, when you’re with your mother, you must feel more carefree."
Jing Jia was very skilled at parenting, raising their daughter to be quite exceptional.