Chapter 919 - Festival

When Yang Na called Li Huowang Ji Zai, he froze as if struck by lightning.

At that moment, Zhao Shuangdian approached and whispered, “Honestly, she finally found something she wants to do. Just let her do it.

“You can see how much better she’s doing now. Do you really want her to go back to how she was? Curled up at the foot of the bed, consumed by thoughts of ending her life?

“And don’t worry about her safety. Since everything will eventually rewind, what’s there to fear about her safety?”

Yang Na said, “You are a Siming, and I am a Siming too! I am not your object! I don’t need your protection!

“This concerns the fate of all Simings in the Baiyu Capital! I can’t run away from this! Look at me. I am a Siming who governs both Death and Benevolence!”

Yang Na’s voice gradually softened. “Huowang, in the past, I wronged you. Let me be of some use, please. It’s the only way I’ll feel better.”

“Otherwise, I’ll always feel like I’m the one who caused you to end up like this. If I hadn’t called the police then, you wouldn’t have...” Yang Na choked with emotion.

Li Huowang embraced her, his hand softly smoothing her hair. His words got caught in his throat several times before he finally managed to speak with forced cheerfulness. “Okay! Ji Zai welcomes the return of the Heavenly Mater! With you on our side, the opposing Simings won’t stand a chance!”

He continued to hold Yang Na and turned coldly toward Zhao Shuangdian and Qing Wanglai. Then, he took out his phone and sent both of them a message.

Fine, you guys win. You used Yang Na to achieve your goals. But don’t forget, the initiative is no longer in your hands—it’s in mine. Especially the next time the timeline rewinds and you guys know nothing.

Next time, I want to see if I can deceive you by mixing truth and lies when I tell you I can reverse time. Will you two be able to tell the difference?

***

“Here, does your father look like this? I made this clay figurine.”

Li Sui’s gaze remained fixed on a lantern nearby, her mind lost in thought. A lifelike clay figure was then presented to her, capturing her attention. The figure portrayed a person in red robes, whose face was concealed by a bronze coin mask. They also had a spine sword on their back.

“Yes! That’s my father!” Li Sui excitedly grabbed the chopstick handle at the bottom of the figure, unable to let go. She missed her father terribly, and even a clay figure was enough to provide temporary comfort.

Zuoqiu Yong smiled and shook his head. “Ah, you’re just like a child. That boy Li Huowang sure knows how to raise a kid.”

“Remember, I’m called Zuoqiu Yong. From now on, just call me Auntie.”

“I’ll remember, Auntie. Weren’t you going to take me to Great Qi?”

“Ah, you little kid,” Zuoqiu Yong poked her forehead teasingly. “I heard you like festivals, so I brought you here to have some fun. There’s no need to stay cooped up in the house all the time.”

“What’s the rush to go to Great Qi? We still have 180 years to wait. We can talk after the festival.”

Li Sui nodded and laughed innocently, “You’re right, Auntie. I have so many years before I can see my dad again.”

After a brief pause, Li Sui seemed to think carefully and then shook her head. “Wait, no. I don’t need 180 years. My dad looks like he’s in his twenties. In 150 odd years, I can go find the newborn him!”

“I’d advise against it. If you interfere and your dad doesn’t get captured by Dan Yangzi, he won’t eat you to suppress his hallucinations. You could mess up the cause and effect, and you may not even learn how to speak again.”

Li Sui was frightened by this and nodded quickly. “Mm! I won’t go looking for him early! I won’t mess things up.”

“Ah~ Good girl. For today, stop thinking so much and just have fun.”

Li Sui nodded once more, her gaze filled with longing as she looked at the clay figure cradled in her hands. “Auntie, now that I have my father, could you also make two mothers for me?”

“Sure! Come with me. The clay figurines shop is over here. By the way, you have two mothers? Your father sure is lucky.”

“Really? But I don’t think my father has been fortunate. He’s had a hard life these past years.”

When they arrived at the clay figure shop, the old man quickly molded two figures according to Li Sui’s description. In no time, a white-haired girl with two torsos was crafted.

Lastly, Zuoqiu Yong had him make a figure of Li Sui herself, allowing the family of four to be together.

Once the figures were finished, Zuoqiu Yong took Li Sui to a temple fair. They solved lantern riddles and enjoyed the night market.

By late evening, Li Sui had played to her heart’s content. She held onto Zuoqiu Yong’s hand as they headed home.

She looked at the three lifelike clay figures in her hands, then carefully buried them in her tentacles. “Auntie, you’re such a good person.”

“Oh, what are you saying, kid? I’m a Chief, after all. Being a good person is a requirement for this job.”

As she spoke, Zuoqiu Yong gently patted Li Sui’s head. “Ah, you poor child. What an irresponsible father you have—abandoning you in this distant place, not even bothering to search for you.

“From now on, I’m your family. If you ever need anything, just look for me. I’ll help you.”

“Mm! In 180 years, I’ll tell my father how good Auntie was to me! I’ll let him know Auntie is a wonderful person!”

“Alright, I’d love to meet the guy who raised an evil spirit as his daughter.”

The two continued to chat as they walked, and they eventually returned to the Surveillance Bureau in Great Qi.

Li Sui was sent back to her room to rest, while Zuoqiu Yong went to his residence.

Though the Surveillance Bureau were underground, his personal chambers as the Chief were lavish and grand.

He walked through the corridor, and entered his treasure room. He glanced at the treasures hanging from the beams, then kneeled at a low table, and tapped his finger on the brush holder thrice.

A small monkey, about the size of an infant’s fist, crawled out, knelt by the inkstone, and quickly started to grind ink.

Once the ink was ready, it lifted a calligraphy brush with great effort, then offered it to Zuoqiu Yong.

Zuoqiu Yong expressionlessly took the brush and carefully recorded everything Li Sui had mentioned today.

After he finished, he tossed the brush to the little monkey, who was sneakily licking the ink. Then, he pulled out a few pages of notes he had written days before and began to organize them.

Anything that happened 180 years from now could contain vital information, and even the smallest detail could be valuable. At the very least, being able to foresee the future was an enormous advantage.