Quick Transmigration: Pangu is Actually My Brother

Chapter 453 The 9th Princess (4)

Wangyou opened her eyes, feeling somewhat melancholy. Indeed, one must always have a backup plan, otherwise, like Tumi, she would be schemed against and left with nothing.

"Ninth Sister, what did you see?"

"I witnessed a story of a scumbag who, in a fit of rage for a woman, destroyed the world."

"Is there anything special about that silly girl?"

"She was the goddess of flowers in ancient times, and only a few remnants of her soul remain after reincarnation."

"How pitiful."

“If you don’t cultivate yourselves properly, you might end up even more pitiful than her in the future.”

"Greenie and I are going back to Heaven. We will definitely cultivate diligently. Please take good care of Purpleie here, Ninth Sister."

“I can’t take care of her. She chose this path herself. At most, I can protect her while I’m here.”

“I understand, we’ll be going now.” Hong’er and Lü’er then returned to the Heavenly Court.

Wangyou settled down in Ping'an Village. She now has a new hobby: having Yu Ri make all sorts of handicrafts every day.

“Your Luban lock is quite good; you can sell it. And these woodworks can all be exchanged for silver. And these bamboo baskets woven by Dong Yong can also be exchanged for some silver. Stop encouraging those girls to take things from the Heavenly Court.”

"Your sister-in-law is still your older sister!"

"Have you heard of the separation between immortals and mortals? She voluntarily gave up her immortal bones, which means she also gave up us, her relatives."

"Your sister-in-law still values ​​you all very much, so don't be so cold-blooded."

"Cold-blooded, indeed. Heavenly rules are strict, and you may see it as cold-blooded. But if the Heavenly rules were not strict, it would not be a good thing for you or for the Three Realms. You are a mortal, and you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

"The Queen Mother of the West and the Jade Emperor are a couple!"

"That is the will of Heaven!"

"The union of Yin and Yang is a fundamental principle of ethics and morality; how can it go against human nature!"

"Because even immortals fall in love, the Three Realms are in turmoil!"

Is it that serious?

"Of course there is. The simple-minded girl from your village chief's family is a victim."

"What does this have to do with Silly Girl?"

"She was once the ancient goddess of flowers, Tu Mi!"

"No, you're serious!"

"Of course it's true, but it has nothing to do with you. I'm going to go see my seventh sister dig for wild vegetables."

Wangyou didn't say anything more to Yu Ri and went to the back mountain to find Zi'er.

Zi'er was indeed diligently digging for wild vegetables, without the slightest reluctance on her face. Judging from her expression, she was quite happy digging them.

Wangyou couldn't understand how a celestial princess, raised in luxury and privilege, could endure the hardships of the mortal world and still find joy in it all.

"Seventh Sister, don't you think this kind of life is very hard?"

"I don't think so. With Dong Lang by my side, even the hardest days are sweet."

Does love really have that much power?

"Love is beautiful. You'll understand when you meet the right person," Zi'er said earnestly.

Wangyou looked vehemently opposed. If the price of falling in love was digging for wild vegetables and eating pickled vegetables, then she'd rather not. She couldn't stand being wronged in the slightest.

"I'll be leaving for a while. Take good care of yourself during this time."

Are you going back to Heaven?

"No, I'm going to cultivate my mind. I'm leaving." Wangyou placed a protective layer on Zi'er, after all, she was her own sister.

Wangyou had no specific purpose, so she just wandered around, going wherever she pleased.

Before they knew it, Wangyou stopped in a mountain valley. There was a small wooden house there, surrounded by flowers, and from inside the house, bursts of coughing could be heard from time to time.

The wooden door opened, and an elderly woman with gray hair walked out. She went to the kitchen and skillfully started a fire to cook porridge.

"Young lady, what brings you here?"

"I went out to play and accidentally got lost."

"Then you'd better be careful, it's not safe in the mountains."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of those things. Do you live with your spouse?"

"Yes, it's me and my old man. He's been paralyzed for twenty years, and I've been taking care of him for twenty years."

Aren't you tired?

"Of course I'm tired, but as long as he's by my side, I'm happy. I'm not afraid of being tired, I'm afraid he'll leave me first."

Wangyou didn't understand. For immortals, twenty years was just the time it takes to take a nap, but for mortals, it was half a lifetime. Wangyou didn't understand what had sustained her through it all.

Without saying goodbye to the old lady, Wangyou left and this time arrived in a town.

There was a tofu beauty in the town, and the townspeople all liked to buy tofu from her. As a result, her husband often got angry and would beat her when he was angry.

Why not leave?

"Where can I go if I leave? I might as well stay put for now."

"But he hit you. A man who hits his wife is no good."

“Young lady, what wife doesn’t get beaten? He’s usually good to me, he’s just a bit jealous.” The tofu seller said this with a very gentle expression.

Wangyou was even more confused. Why was it okay whether it was good or bad? She continued walking forward.

Before we knew it, it started snowing, and the ground quickly turned into a white expanse. As far as the eye could see, the world was a blanket of white.

A ragged, barefoot little boy ran out of the alley. He ran to the entrance of the clinic and knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly to the doctor, hoping the doctor could save his mother.

Wangyou saw that the doctor at the clinic refused and closed the shop door.

But the boy didn't give up. He went from one clinic to another, kowtowing, but no doctor was willing to make a house call. It was because the boy looked like he couldn't afford the consultation fee. Many doctors knew the boy, and perhaps they had helped him too many times, so they were unwilling to help him anymore.

Wangyou couldn't help but put herself in the boy's shoes, and even put her mother in the boy's shoes. If she were in his shoes, what would she do?

She should learn medicine on her own instead of relying on others.

After a long while, Wangyou smiled. People are different. What she can do, this boy may not be able to do. Everyone has their own destiny, and every hardship in life is a test of life.

The little boy's mother ultimately did not make it through; the moment the snow stopped, she closed her eyes forever.

Wangyou saw the little boy crying his heart out, and in the end, another person buried his mother. He had no relatives left.

After that, the little boy begged his way through life. He was abducted and sold into slavery, but he also escaped and suffered many injuries. However, he lived a strong life and eventually joined the army when he got older.

On the battlefield, the boy worked very hard. He always remembered his mother's dying words: live well, no matter how difficult it was, he tried his best to live.

The little boy succeeded. His outstanding performance on the battlefield caught the eye of the general, who then betrothed his daughter to him.

After getting married, the boy took his wife to sweep the grave, which was no longer the small mound of earth it once was.