Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal Bone

"Master, rest assured, your disciple will always silently support you from behind!"

Qin Yu moved closer again, almost pressing against Su Xihe’s back.

This rebellious disciple!

Who needs his support?!

With everyone present, and here in the Great Yan Imperial Palace, Su Xihe was still very nervous, and slightly resistant.

However, the rebellious disciple wrapped his arms around her waist. Perhaps sensing something, the Sect Leader’s face turned crimson, and she was quite flustered.

Could he really be thinking of doing this here...

No way!

While Lin Shuishui and Zhao Mengli were still admiring the Imperial Garden, the proud Sect Leader had already been picked up by her rebellious disciple and carried directly towards the side hall.

Yin Qinghe stayed by Zhao Mengli’s side, pretending not to see.

Luckily, she hid quickly, or she might have been the one caught in this mess.

However, she couldn’t help but feel a bit excited inside.

Back then, she only took in Qin Yu to protect her small shop in Loose Cultivator City. In just a few short years, Qin Yu had led them from Cyan Mountain Sect all the way to the Great Yan Imperial Capital.

Every time she thought back to all this, Yin Qinghe felt it was somewhat unreal, yet her heart was filled with sweetness.

Throughout this journey, Qin Yu never showed favoritism, treating everyone equally well.

Such a deeply loyal and righteous man, rare in this world.

Fortunately, at the beginning, she... recalling something, the beautiful master’s wife couldn’t help but hold on tighter.

After exchanging a few words with Qin Yu, Yan Yu went to find Yan Zhi, the Leader of the Flame Guard.

Looking at the little rabbit in front of her, Yan Zhi’s expression was somewhat complex.

She had already anticipated that once Yan Yu took an interest in Qin Yu, it was just a matter of time.

She just didn’t expect the day to come so soon.

Sighing lightly inwardly, she said, "From now on, there’s no need to report anything about Qin Yu to me or the Empress."

"Sister Yan Zhi, why is that?"

The little rabbit at this time was undoubtedly still absolutely loyal to the Empress.

It was engraved in her very bones, impossible to erase.

Yan Zhi hadn’t planned to elaborate, but considering she was the youngest of the Flame Guard, she explained, "Now that you are Qin Yu’s Dao Companion, naturally you should prioritize your husband..."

She said this clearly for Yan Yu’s own good.

Doesn’t Qin Yu mind at all that an outsider’s eye is constantly watching him?!

He would mind a little, surely more or less.

Everyone has their own secrets.

When Yan Yu walked out from the Flame Guard’s place, her eyes were still a bit confused, yet she seemed to understand.

From then on, her duty was only to be a good Dao Companion to Qin Yu.

...

The Empress rarely put aside the state affairs to spend time with Little Ling’Er.

However, this worried the Empress Dowager, who still remembered the unfinished story Qin Yu was telling on the Phoenix Carriage.

"What’s Qin Yu up to?"

The Empress Dowager remembered the Empress telling Qin Yu to choose a hall at Zhongling Palace. Seeing the Empress not paying attention to her, the Empress Dowager secretly glanced towards Zhongling Palace.

"Dowager!"

Just as the Empress Dowager was about to spy, the Empress’s stern voice suddenly rang out.

She already knew Qin Yu’s situation well.

This guy spent at least more than half of his time each day with his Dao Companions.

She really didn’t know how he managed it.

And for so many years, day after day.

If not for hearing Yan Yu’s reports, the Empress wouldn’t have believed there could actually be such a devoted...

Uh.

Affectionate? man in this world.

She stopped her because, after Qin Yu chose the hall, there were many more Dao auras, which indicated he hadn’t entered that so-called ’space.’

The Empress didn’t want this foolish auspicious sign to see those... scenes!

"What are you doing... you scared me!"

The Empress Dowager shivered all over, but she still felt a bit guilty and didn’t dare to meet the Great Yan Empress’s gaze, though there was a hint of defiance on her delicate face.

Why?

Planning to settle the score after the fall?

I am a great contributor!

The Empress clenched and unclenched her fists, and then clenched them again, finally giving a strict warning, "You... must not spy on Zhongling Palace in the future!"

"Why..."

The Empress Dowager had wanted to retort defiantly, but when the Empress’s gaze swept over, she lowered her head again, unwilling to mutter, "I know."

Pouting again!!!

The Empress’s eyelids twitch slightly at this.

It’s really a headache!

But she knew that this auspicious one wouldn’t change.

If it could change, wouldn’t it have changed long ago?!

Ling’Er, too, missed the ease of following Qin Yu, but having been away from her sister for nearly two years, she obediently stayed by the Empress’s side.

The Empress gently stroked her sister’s beautiful hair, softly asking, "Ling’Er, do you enjoy being by Qin Yu’s side?"

Earlier, Little Ling’Er looked thirty-two times towards Zhongling Palace, and she saw her sister’s reaction.

"I like being with Sister Empress."

"And I like being with Brother Qin Yu."

Ling’Er did not deny, she didn’t hide anything from her closest family.

The Empress mused silently.

In the time since Qin Yu left, the Empress already sensed that the Dao Rhyme within her sister’s body had become restless again.

Her face stayed calm, only her brows slightly furrowed, thinking of something.

Clearly, the Empress didn’t want her sister to endure the same suffering she had before.

...

At nightfall.

After half a day’s time, the concentration of Spiritual Qi in the Lifebound Space was already equivalent to the outside world.

Apart from Lin Qianqian, Zhao Mengli, and their sisters, the other cherished wives had returned to the Lifebound Space to cultivate.

Once the three women were sound asleep, Qin Yu dressed and stepped outside the courtyard.

Seeing Qin Yu come out, a Palace Maid approached him with graceful, lilting steps. She wore an elegant palace dress, her footfalls so delicate they barely disturbed the night’s silence, exuding the courtly grace etched into her bones since childhood.

"Lord Tributor, it is late into the night, is there anything you require of this maid?"

She drew close to Qin Yu, her tone humble, her form slightly bowing, offering a perfect courtly salute, her query laced with a cautious deference.

Under the moonlight, her gown fluttered lightly, her slightly open collar subtly revealing the warmth of her skin, strikingly contrasting the chill around, extremely... enticing.

"You’ve worked hard. Rest for the evening; the night watch needn’t trouble you so much in the future."

Qin Yu smiled faintly, his expression unperturbed, merely admiring the beauty without any distraction.

The beauty of these Palace Maids was exceptional. Even the one before him, at the very least, possessed beauty capable of toppling a city, and seemed to have commendable cultivation and root bone.

Yet, in this palace, she was but a lowly Palace Maid.