Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

Kong Shi held An Zisheng’s hand, gently patting the back of his hand, "Don’t blame yourself. Our daughter has always been filial; everything she did was for us. Didn’t Zixuan say that Niuniu isn’t dead? She will definitely come back one day. We have to wait."

An Zisheng nodded and slowly stood up.

Kong Shi quickly stood alongside him, supporting his arm, and they walked down the steps step by step.

"Honey, has your eyesight improved?"

"Yes, after taking Elder Ye’s new medicine, I’ve been able to see some light these past few days."

"That’s good news. Elder Ye said you injured your eyes during a fight, and it will take time to recover. Don’t worry; I’m here with you."

An Zisheng sighed deeply, "I’ve burdened you."

The wind blew gently. A tall man in black appeared before them. He stared steadily at Kong Shi and An Zisheng, then strode towards them.

"Dad, Mom."

Kong Shi saw Gu Yelin and smiled, "Xiao Gu is here? Came from the Ancient Martial World?"

"Yes, just finished my retreat." Gu Yelin walked over to An Zisheng, holding his other arm, walking silently, "I found some good things on Yuxu Mountain that will benefit Dad’s eyes."

An Zisheng nodded, "You’ve worked hard; stay for dinner tonight. Ah Feng and the others are making wild game."

"Alright."

The night at the Valley of Gods had a unique beauty. The clear night was dyed deep blue like ink, and the stars glittered, filling the sky, captivating the soul. The cool night breeze blew gently, caressing the skin comfortably. That wind carried the freshness of the forest, refreshing the heart.

In the large courtyard, a big group of people formed a circle. In the center were two bonfires, with the large wild boar split in half and placed atop the flames. An Zhifeng and the others, shirtless, held salt, pepper, and other seasonings, busily turning the boar.

The wild boar meat turned golden, with juices and oil seeping out, dripping into the fire with a "sizzle" sound. The aroma of pork wafted all around, making everyone’s stomach rumble, their eyes fixated on the enticing aroma emanating from the wild boar, saliva flowing.

"Come, it’s about time. Let’s divide the meat! Whoever grabs more eats more!" An Zhifeng shouted.

Everyone laughed, and Fatty Mao Er hurriedly rushed in with a plate, making swift cuts on the pork, "Mm, delicious! Brother Fong, your cooking skills have improved again!"

"Haha, getting praised by Mao Mao isn’t easy. Eat while the skin is still crispy; that’s the most delicious!"

With that, he sliced off plenty of meat, placed it on a plate, and handed it to Elder An and several others sitting beside him.

"Elder, quickly eat. Otherwise, it will be snatched away by these youngsters soon."

Elder An laughed heartily, "Hahaha, let them eat. We eat little; this is enough!"

"Yes, Ah Feng, you all train so hard every day, eat more. We still have plenty of dishes here, enough to eat. By the way, Xiao Gu, go with them." Kong Shi couldn’t bear seeing Gu Yelin so aloof, so she suggested.

Gu Yelin shook his head, "No need, I’ll stay with you."

Kong Shi sighed silently; this child, too much hardship.

An Zhifeng returned to the crowd, forming a large group around the roasted wild boar, grabbing and snatching, in such a lively scene. They seemed very happy, but everyone here understood the sorrow in their hearts.

Without their young lady, no matter how lively the scene, it was still desolate.

Gu Yelin silently watched the blazing flames of the bonfire and slowly stood up.

"I’m going to take a break."

Elder An and a few others watched the man’s departing back, tall, robust, yet more lonely. They lost their granddaughter, their daughter, but that man lost his entire world.

Gu Yelin did not go to the restroom; he walked to the edge of the small lake and quietly sat down.

In the refreshing night, fish swam happily in the clear lake water. The flowers on the shore were in full bloom, seemingly reminiscent of last year’s prosperous time.

Times have changed, but the person is no longer here.

He took out the Red Gauze that had fallen by the cliffside on that day, still vividly embroidered with phoenixes flying – her stitching, embodying all her happiness and aspirations.

He still clearly remembered, that day after the tribulation, when he opened his eyes, the vanishing red silhouette before him. Nine Heavens Tribulation was fearsome, yet inadequate compared to the heartache of that moment.

He failed to protect her, so she left.

Tightly gripping the Red Gauze in his hand, a teardrop slowly fell onto the golden thread.

Where on earth are you? I miss you dearly.