“I don’t know if they flew back, but it does seem His Majesty has returned—and the Crown Grandson as well.”
Hearing this, Zhu Gaochi’s face showed even more confusion. “How is that possible? Father and Zhanji have both come back? Then I’ll go see them now.”
With that, he set aside what he was doing and stood up.
The attendant beside him immediately helped him. Zhu Gaochi was so overweight now that even walking was a struggle.
After much effort, Zhu Gaochi finally entered the Imperial Study.
“Father—it really is you who’s come back.”
From a distance, he spotted Zhu Di sitting at the desk and hurried forward to bow. “Your son greets Your Majesty, Father.”
“Enough, with a body like yours, what’s the point of formalities? Even eating is hard for you.” Zhu Di waved his hand.
Earlier, Qin Ning had told him about this son of his: that in the future, he would be emperor for only ten months, his death caused by exhaustion and severe obesity. Now, looking at him, Zhu Di knew he had to make him lose weight.
“But, Father—how have you grown younger?” Zhu Gaochi suddenly noticed.
Before Zhu Di could answer, a voice reached Zhu Gaochi’s ears.
“Gaochi, how did you get so fat?”
Not far to the side, Xu Miaoyun, Zhu Yuanzhang, and the others were sitting drinking tea. Xu Miaoyun, her face full of surprise, walked over.
Just this morning, she had dropped off the little Zhu Gaochi at kindergarten. Back then, the boy had been chubby too, but nothing compared to the Zhu Gaochi before her now.
“You are…?”
Zhu Gaochi turned his gaze toward Xu Miaoyun.
At just one glance, he froze, then exclaimed in shock, “Mother?!”
“It’s me.” Xu Miaoyun nodded.
Still, being called “Mother” by such a grown son felt a bit awkward to her.
Zhu Gaochi was filled with disbelief. “How is this possible, Mother? Weren’t you already…?”
“In this world, I did indeed die. I’ve come here from the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign.”
Xu Miaoyun explained, then added, “Father and Mother have come too.”
Father? Mother?
Hearing this, Zhu Gaochi was momentarily confused.
Soon, he followed Xu Miaoyun’s gaze behind her and saw Zhu Yuanzhang, Empress Ma, and Qin Ning sitting there drinking tea.
He didn’t recognize Qin Ning.
But how could Zhu Gaochi be unfamiliar with Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma? Even after so many years, he had never forgotten what they looked like.
After his shock came fear.
Zhu Gaochi quickly knelt. “Your grandson, Zhu Gaochi, greets Imperial Grandfather and Imperial Grandmother.”
“Rise.”
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly. The reason was that he, too, saw how overly fat Zhu Gaochi had become—it was truly excessive.
In Zhu Gaochi’s eyes, however, that frown seemed more like displeasure or blame.
Had Imperial Grandfather come to settle scores?
After all, he and his father had seized the throne through rebellion.
Thinking this, Zhu Gaochi dared not stand. “Imperial Grandfather, please don’t be angry. Father’s rebellion back then was truly unavoidable. Don’t blame him—if there is any blame, put it on me…”
“I told you to rise. And when did I say I was angry? I know all about what Fourth Son did. If I really wanted to blame him, I would have whipped him at Yumu River; he wouldn’t have made it back here sound and safe to summon you.” Zhu Yuanzhang said.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Di couldn’t help but shudder.
When he was young and got into trouble, he had been whipped by Zhu Yuanzhang more times than he could count—memories still fresh in his mind.
He quickly changed the subject. “Ahem... Father, today we’re having a family reunion, so let’s not dwell on that. I’ve already sent for Gaoxi and Gaosui. Those two unruly sons of mine have been getting more and more out of hand these years, even I can’t keep them in line. When they arrive later, I might have to ask you to teach them a lesson.”
“You won’t discipline your own children, so you want me to do it for you? Are you saying I, Old Zhu, like to beat kids? Besides, isn’t Miaoyun here? If the kids don’t listen, just have her straighten them out. They might not listen to their father, but how could they ignore their mother?”
“Gaoxi? Gaosui?” Xu Miaoyun was utterly confused.
Zhu Di then realized. “I forgot—you came from the eleventh year of the Hongwu era. Back then, Gaochi was only three. Gaoxi was born in the thirteenth year, and Gaosui in December of the fifteenth year.”
Just then, two young men walked in through the door—they were none other than Zhu Gaoxi and Zhu Gaosui.
“Father? How did you become so young?”
They first bowed to Zhu Di, but when they looked up and saw his appearance, shock filled their faces.
Before Zhu Di could speak, Qin Ning, standing nearby, couldn’t help but laugh. “So this is the famous ‘Clay Pot Chicken’ Zhu Gaoxi, huh?”
“Who are you? And why are you here? I am the Prince of Han, Zhu Gaoxi. What ‘Clay Pot Chicken’ are you talking about? Are you mocking me?” Zhu Gaoxi frowned, his face flushing with anger.
“Do not be rude. This is an immortal master,” Zhu Di scolded.
An immortal master?
Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxi and Zhu Gaosui were both startled.
Could it be that their father’s sudden youthfulness was because of this young man?
“Mother?”
In their surprise, they quickly noticed the others in the imperial study.
Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma were strangers to them, but Xu Miaoyun—they knew her well.
Though she, too, appeared much younger than in their memories, both brothers were certain—this woman was their mother.
Tears welled up in their eyes as they rushed to kneel before Xu Miaoyun. “Mother, is it really you? You’re alive!”
“My children.”
Xu Miaoyun took a deep breath, then sighed. In her own world, these two children did not yet exist, but she couldn’t deny that these were the sons she would bear in a later life.
Blood ran thicker than water.
She then briefly explained the whole story to Zhu Gaoxi and Zhu Gaosui.
Upon learning that Xu Miaoyun had come from the Hongwu era, and that the middle-aged couple sitting nearby were none other than the Grand Ancestor and Empress Ma, Zhu Gaoxi and Zhu Gaosui hurried forward to bow. “Your grandsons pay respects to the Imperial Grandfather and Imperial Grandmother.”
“Mm.”
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with a faint smile. “Not bad. You are worthy of being sons of the Zhu family—you look like you have spirit.”
“Teacher, what did you mean by ‘Clay Pot Chicken’ earlier?” Empress Ma recalled Qin Ning’s earlier nickname for Zhu Gaoxi and couldn’t contain her curiosity, so she asked.
“Oh, Clay Pot Chicken…”
Qin Ning smiled. “It’s a delicacy from later generations. It’s called that because it’s cooked in a clay pot.”
“Food cooked in an earthen pot? And it’s famous in later generations?”
A question mark appeared over Zhu Gaoxi’s head. “If that’s the case, what does it have to do with me? Could it be that this kind of delicacy was actually invented by me later on? Doesn’t that mean I’ll be remembered throughout history for this culinary art?”
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
