Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 587 The Elder Doesn't Want to Take Care of the Child 29

The royal palace atop the mountain was brightly lit by candlelight. In the quiet study, a young man dressed in a black and gold robe was diligently handling state affairs, his handsome face appearing somewhat pale in the candlelight.

Zhao Zhao stood quietly outside the door, gazing at the light. Time flies, and the mischievous little boy has finally grown into a steady and responsible young man.

"How much longer are you going to watch?" Dark eyes suddenly lifted, and Zhao Zhao snapped back to reality.

In the dim candlelight, he stepped forward and approached the aloof young man at the table: "Why aren't you resting yet?" His indifferent gaze fell on the young man's unusually pale face.

Ye said expressionlessly, "Didn't you go with Yue? Why are you still bothering me?"

He was already used to it; whenever Yue appeared, Zhao Zhao would leave him behind to be with her!

He was so angry!

He appeared calm and collected on the surface, but in reality, the anger inside was burning him to the point of losing his reason.

His mind was in a mess when suddenly, a cool hand touched his wrist, melting into his body temperature.

Ye shuddered, only then realizing that Zhao Zhao had unknowingly become very close to him.

He could even smell the cool fragrance emanating from the person.

"Is the injury that serious?"

A cool voice pulled him back from his wandering thoughts. Ye looked up and saw Zhao Zhao looking at him with a very serious expression.

"Why don't you call a wizard to take a look?"

The hand that was resting on her wrist suddenly loosened, and the cold fragrance also drifted away.

A sense of disappointment welled up in Ye's heart. So it was just to check on the injury...

Zhao Zhao knew that Ye had hit Yue hard, but only now did she realize that Ye had been seriously injured by Yue's mental strength.

"I'm going to find the Second Elder," Zhao Zhao said, her eyes lowered slightly. As she turned around hastily, she felt a pulling force on her wrist.

Ye chuckled instead: "Are you concerned about my health, or about the Phoenix Lord's health?"

In the bright candlelight, the two struggled with each other. Zhao Zhao met his angry eyes and was slightly taken aback: "What's the difference between the two?"

"Of course I do!" Ye retorted angrily, raising her voice, "Do you even care about me?!"

He still hasn't changed his habit of yelling at people when he gets emotional.

Zhao Zhao's face turned cold as she was disturbed by his voice: "What are you yelling about? If I didn't care about you, why would I come looking for you in the middle of the night?"

He shook off his hand, and the boy, who was half a head taller than him, suddenly stood up and hugged him tightly, pressing his body heavily against him.

Zhao Zhao couldn't withstand the force and was even pulled back a few steps by him.

The boy hunched over, burying his head on his shoulder: "I've been having doubts lately. I thought you didn't care about me anymore, that you didn't like me anymore..." His voice was hoarse, sounding aggrieved and pitiful.

Zhao Zhao tried to push his hand away but didn't use force; she simply placed it gently on his shoulder.

Hearing his accusations, she subconsciously patted his shoulder gently: "Why do you think that way?"

Ye rarely showed his vulnerable emotions to her, so Zhao Zhao couldn't help but soften her heart when she saw him now.

“Because your gaze is always on Yue, and… ever since Yue woke up, you’ve been with him almost constantly.” Ye accused, “You’re biased, I hate you…” Her personality was still the same as when she was a child.

This is a sentence that Ye often said to Zhaozhao when he was a child and throwing a tantrum.

However, since he took on the important responsibility of being the Phoenix Lord, he has become more and more mature. He gradually stopped relying on Zhao Zhao and stopped being unreasonable and throwing tantrums anytime and anywhere.

The tall boy in his arms nestled against his shoulder, his long, slender, fair hand rising to pat Ye's head.

He said, "I'm only staying with Yue to teach him, but you've grown up to be good enough that I don't think you need me anymore."

"As for favoritism, you shouldn't use that word to describe me." He was an elder, while Yue and Ye were the Phoenix Lords.

Zhao Zhao in this world is even more stoic than a ninja. Faced with two incredibly unruly children, he suppresses his nature and dutifully stays by their side, believing that he has no responsibility to fail them.

Zhao Zhao calmly pushed away the clinging boy and said, "Phoenix Lord Ye, let me take you to treat your wounds first."

"No!" Ye snorted coldly. Zhao Zhao seemed unusually gentle tonight, so he took advantage of the situation and said, "I'm angry. Can't you coax me like you used to?"

Zhao Zhao: ?

Ye must have a confused memory. Even when facing Ye as a cub, he almost never coaxed him.

Their eyes met; one was puzzled, the other expectant.

Ultimately, it was the person who was waiting who first looked away.

His voice turned cold: "Get the summoning stone from Yue for me, and I'll go find Bai Yu." The summoning stone had been in Yue's hands for half a month; now it should belong to him.

As for why he sent Zhaozhao to get it, he naturally had his own ulterior motives.

"Summoning stone?" Zhao Zhao remembered. This thing hadn't been used for decades. He had originally thought the stone was lost or forgotten by Yue and Ye.

Ye thought Zhao Zhao was unhappy, and immediately said anxiously, "Yue and I agreed that we would each keep the summoning stone for a week, but half a month has already passed!" His eyes flashed, and he looked away from Zhao Zhao.

Zhao Zhao felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing about their agreement.

After all, no one dislikes having their gift appreciated.

"If you don't help me, I'll have no choice but to take it back!"

"Row."

Zhao Zhao compromised, and Ye's eyes lit up. He knew that what Zhao Zhao was most worried about was their arguments and fights.

Ye was so happy that he wanted to hug him, but Zhao Zhao stepped back.

"Phoenix Lord Ye, go see a doctor to check your injuries. I'll give you the stone tomorrow."

"go to bed early."

He smiled slightly at Ye, who was momentarily stunned and didn't even realize when Zhao Zhao had left.

The large study was now empty except for the lone figure under the candlelight.

Ye sighed, his tall and upright figure appearing somewhat lonely in the dim light.

.......

The temperature in the spirit realm was extremely cold in winter. After leaving the study, Zhao Zhao braved the cold wind and came to Yue's room.

"Knock knock knock."

"Phoenix Lord Yue, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the heavy, carved door in front of him opened, and Yue happily and quickly jumped into his arms, hugging his waist and pushing him into the room.

"Zhaozhao, you feel so cold~"

His warm body was only dressed in a snow-white undergarment. Zhao Zhao pushed him away, worried that she would pass on her coldness to him.

Yue smiled and backed away with his force, closing the door behind her: "Why are you here so late?" Her soft voice rang out as the door closed.

Her soft hair cascaded down to her waist. He stepped forward and leaned his head intimately on Zhao Zhao's shoulder: "My injury kept me awake at night, but seeing you made me feel much better."

“Zhao Zhao,” a warm hand grasped Zhao Zhao’s slightly cool palm, “your hands are cold too, let me warm them up for you.”

He didn't mind that Zhao Zhao shook off his hand, and continued to smile as he wrapped his hand around hers.

Zhao Zhao: ......

From the moment he entered, Yue uttered one sentence after another. Only after he finished speaking did Zhao Zhao lower her eyes and meet the gaze of the boy leaning on his shoulder.

The room was dark, and through the dim moonlight filtering through the window, Yue could see the outline of Zhao Zhao's delicate face.

He chuckled softly, imagining Zhao Zhao watching him with a calm and helpless expression, and his heart softened.

Noticing Zhaozhao pushing him, Yue frowned slightly and cried out in pain, "Ouch~ that hurts!"

Zhao Zhao immediately dared not exert any force, and the serious wounds on Yue's body flashed through her mind.

However, before her thoughts could get out of order, the boy, who had just been weak and crying out in pain, pushed her onto the soft bed.

“You…” Warm fingers touched his lips, Zhao Zhao shut her mouth, and sensed Yue’s breath approaching in the darkness.