Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

Inside the Immortal Robe Pavilion in Jiangzhou City, Yuan’Er and Jiunuan were sitting around the stove, eating some simple snacks. Normally, it would be a very busy time, but today the pavilion was not busy at all.

The reason was very simple: everyone else at the Immortal Robe Pavilion had gone home for the New Year. Not everyone was from Jiangzhou City, so now the pavilion was on holiday, which meant that even though many female cultivators wanted to buy Immortal Robes to celebrate the New Year and attract suitors, it was no longer possible.

Yuan’Er held a doll-shaped hot water bottle to warm her hands, while her other hand was flipping through the dossier in front of her. The dossier recorded the names of all the guests at the pavilion over the past year:

"We still have over a hundred pieces of clothing that haven’t been delivered yet. Plus, the clothing we’ve stockpiled by the end of the year means we’ll have to catch up once the New Year holiday has passed to gradually keep up with the pace of selling clothes."

"Otherwise, the delay will accumulate and become difficult to manage."

Jiunuan agreed, her phoenix-like eyes graceful and calm, her gaze fixed on the window with a crack open, staring at the sky with fluttering snowflakes:

"Another year has passed at this time of New Year."

"I’ve forgotten where I was last New Year’s; I don’t even know how I spent it last year. Everything vanished in an instant."

Yuan’Er nodded, an enigmatic expression on her face, "Because the crew didn’t shoot scenes of you for New Year at that time."

"..."

"Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?" Jiunuan coughed repeatedly, and when Yuan’Er laughed and helped pat her back gently, she finally said with a red face, "Is this what Brother Yuchi told you before? I really don’t understand it, but it seems pretty impressive."

"Yes, that’s something Brother Yuchi shared with me before."

Yuan’Er laughed, returning to her stool while holding her hot water bottle, and said as she looked at the dossier:

"Brother Yuchi sometimes says things that are hard to understand; we never know what he’s trying to express. But overall, he is quite a warm person."

"Perhaps he has his own memories, but we must strive to be a part of his memories. Otherwise, if his life is always filled with deep past memories, are we not being too cold to him as those close to him?"

Yuan’Er looked so beautiful, warmth filled Jiunuan’s heart as she gazed at her.

Ah, truly a gentle girl indeed, Jiunuan thought as she looked at Yuan’Er:

"Yes, we should leave our vibrant mark in his memory; otherwise, letting those memories be occupied by others would be rather a failure on our part. And now that I think about it, the day after tomorrow is the New Year, but I don’t know if Brother Yuchi will return this year..."

Thinking about how long it’s been since encountering Yuchi and not knowing what he looked like now, or where he was, or what he had been doing during that time.

There were still many longings in the heart, many words of gratitude that wanted to be expressed.

Yet if he does not come back, one really doesn’t know how to convey these sincere feelings inside.

Yuan’Er said earnestly, "He will come back, he surely will, right? After all, if one doesn’t return for New Year, where else would he go?"

"To spend New Year wandering alone outside would be far too lonely, so even if he usually runs around and others might see it as a joke, overall, he’s been out and must be tired, so I feel like he should come back..."

Yuan’Er spoke with a bit of confusion, but her intent was simple.

If due to chaos throughout the year, one dares not return home or doesn’t want to, what a pity that would be.

This shouldn’t happen; it shouldn’t be desired as well.

No matter when, home is home. Without a home, drifting about—doesn’t one miss the New Year’s dishes and sweet and sour fish? This shouldn’t be the case.

"Hearing you say that, Sister Yuan’Er, I’m relieved. We were joking around earlier, you know."

Jiunuan remembered the bet she made with Yuan’Er before.

If Yuchi returned, then the two of them would shamelessly warm the bed for Brother Yuchi. Thinking back now still brought a smile to their faces, and there was a bit of shyness.

Besides this matter, Jiunuan continued speaking amidst Yuan’Er’s warm smile:

"Let’s go find little Ximo. We’ve been so busy recently, we haven’t had time to take her for a stroll in Jiangzhou City."

"Let’s bring her out and see if there’s anything she wants to eat?"

"Let’s buy her some food and toys; otherwise, staying behind the tutor all day is exhausting, and she doesn’t have any friends."

Little Ximo has been studying with the tutor all this time.

The little girl is quite serious now; at first, she cried about not wanting to study, but later she had no choice and one day began crying while doing her homework.

Afterwards, seeming resigned, she started becoming involved with all sorts of things.

"Yes, let’s go. Little Ximo is working hard right now. Let’s see if she wants to buy anything, maybe get her a toy."