A two-year-old child had already lost their parents.

Later on.

Gu Changqing could no longer bear to bring these things up.

Whenever little Youwei asked about it, he remained silent.

Whenever that happened, the tiny girl would pout, take her little wooden knife, and furiously hack at her brother’s head.

Gu Changqing didn’t dodge either. He always felt it didn’t hurt that much.

Until one day.

Gu Changqing suddenly caught Youwei’s wildly swinging hand and said softly, “Youwei, from now on your surname is Gu as well. From now on you are your brother’s true sister.”

Gu Youwei’s lips trembled slightly. The frost in her eyes seemed to be melting.

That heart of ice sealed for ages was, at this moment, breaking piece by piece!

She had once thought her brother was hypocritical.

She believed that his refusal to reveal her origins and the massacre years ago was a ploy to win her trust.

But at this moment, the whole truth came to light.

All of it had been her conjecture!

So this was the truth!

The reason he didn’t tell her turned out to be simply because he cherished her.

He didn’t want her to carry that deep blood feud.

Clearly he had fabricated a perfect past to protect her, yet she had actually thought him scheming and inscrutable!!!

The other cultivators were also somewhat moved.

“So this is why the world knows them as siblings,” someone said.

“In his youth, he actually bore so much for Miss Youwei…”

The cultivators’ expressions softened.

Only the protagonist Ye Chen’s expression changed slightly.

His original intent was to show all beings how the Heavenly Emperor’s lifetime of misdeeds had escalated into great evil.

Why wasn’t it going the way he expected?

Especially when he could hear around him voices praising the Heavenly Emperor instead of condemning him, Ye Chen couldn’t help a spark of jealousy rising in his heart.

He spoke, “Admittedly the current Heavenly Emperor bore much for Miss Youwei in his youth, but what does that prove?”

“Didn’t that concealment ultimately become corrupted? If he hadn’t relied on that trust, how could he have taken Miss Youwei’s Immortal Root?”

Hearing this, the assembled cultivators were suddenly enlightened.

Indeed.

Deep love breeds deep hatred!

Regardless of how genuine their past feelings had seemed, now they looked all the more false.

In the end, didn’t he use that initial affection he had for his younger sister to take her Immortal Root?

The Heavenly Emperor in his youth was no doubt pitiable, but seen this way, the later Heavenly Emperor was utterly despicable.

“Emperor Ye is truly wise enough to see through it,” someone said.

Sure enough, Ye Chen’s words even left the somewhat moved Gu Youwei stunned for a long time.

Life in the mortal world did not last very long.

Youwei, who had grown up among mountains and forests alongside tigers and leopards, was naturally mischievous.

This little troublemaker had been spoiled by her brother since childhood, knowing no bounds: one day she made a neighbor’s child cry, the next she stole someone else’s chicken.

Until one day, a family’s house in the village caught fire.

The whole village gathered in that small, shabby courtyard.

Noisy curses and accusations were aimed at the two small children.

“Elder Brother, it wasn’t me this time, it was Xiao Bei who burned it,” curled in her brother’s arms, little Youwei said timidly.

“Mm, I believe you,” the Young Heavenly Emperor nodded.

He looked up at the child called Xiao Bei.

The child’s face was smudged with ash and his parents hid behind him.

The couple met Gu Changqing’s gaze with obvious evasiveness.

“Why do you believe me, Elder Brother?”

“Because you’re only a bit mischievous.”

“Then why don’t these people believe you?”

“They…”

The Young Heavenly Emperor was dumbfounded. He looked up at the couple, but in return received louder, more vehement accusations.

“Come with your brother to the mountains.”

Thus, these children without parental protection, bearing the noisy curses, were driven out of the village by the mortals.

“The ones who burned the house were obviously that couple. Also, it wasn’t their house—why are they shouting so vehemently?”

Outside the mirror, many powerful ones couldn’t help but make a face.

They couldn’t understand why these ant-like mortals couldn’t see such an obvious flaw.

Jiang Minghuang explained coolly, “Perhaps it’s not that they can’t see it. There’s a saying among mortals: kind people are often bullied. This pair of siblings without parental protection are bound to endure more hardships than others.”

“The Young Heavenly Emperor’s unwavering trust in his sister—many parents might not even be able to do that,” someone sighed.

Hearing this, Ye Chen’s expression changed slightly once more.

Fortunately, when he glanced at Gu Youwei beside him, he found that she was not overly moved.

Life in the mountains was not as exciting as the mortal village. For a child, it was even dull.

At this time, the longing for the mortal village planted in little Gu Youwei’s heart a seed that would become a future calamity.