After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

For a god to descend to the mortal realm, they must jump into the Biluo River.

Conceal their appearance, remove their divine powers, erase their memories, and become a mortal.

But Feng Xuan’s situation was special this time. Siming inwardly cried out about the trouble while taking Feng Xuan to the mortal realm.

Seas turned to mulberry fields, a hundred years passed in the mortal realm, dynasties changed, things were no longer the same.

Siming concealed his and Feng Xuan’s forms, landing on the palace walls with red walls and green tiles.

This was a country in the mortal realm called the Great Xin Dynasty, dependent on the human empire, located in the south of the empire.

The human empire was still the Li family’s realm. With Li Chaofeng there, the empire’s continuous wars had not been fought for many years.

So these surrounding small countries were able to continue surviving, and the common people lived in peace and prosperity.

Feng Xuan was a bit doubtful. “You say Qi Zhuoyu is really here as emperor?”

Siming: “It can’t be wrong. Now is the time for the Great Xin Dynasty’s morning court, he should still be in court now.”

After Siming finished speaking, he actually hesitated a bit himself.

He felt something wasn’t quite right, after all, the Crown Prince was in too much of a hurry and had descended to the mortal realm a bit too early.

Feng Xuan asked, “Do mortal emperors all have three palaces and six courtyards?” (TL: imperial harem)

He remembered when he was in the mortal realm before, he had met Emperor Li with Qi Zhuoyu. Emperor Li not only had a harem, but also had dozens of children.

Feng Xuan had just asked this question, not even waiting for Siming’s answer.

He then heard the sound of beautiful women from the harem’s garden. More than a dozen graceful beauties, fanning themselves, walked over from the corridor, their playful voices instantly filling the entire garden. Not only were there beautiful women, but also beautiful men, each one part of this emperor’s harem.

Fine. Good.

He had really underestimated Qi Zhuoyu.

Being an emperor in the mortal realm, not avoiding meat or vegetarian, and quite enjoying life?!

Siming observed the young prince’s expression.

He felt that if the timing wasn’t off, his prince would probably very much want Qi Zhuoyu to turn to ashes again.jpg

Siming said softly, “Your Highness?”

Feng Xuan took a shallow breath and said, “I’m fine.”

Siming nodded and said, “If Your Highness wants to meet Qi Zhuoyu, you must first enter Qi Zhuoyu’s harem.”

Siming’s plan was quite simple.

There was originally a Young Master Xuan living in a side courtyard in this harem who was extremely unfavored, a concubine’s son from the Prime Minister’s family. During the selection, due to power struggles of the previous dynasty, he was schemed into the palace by the Prime Minister’s rival as a small pawn. After entering the harem, Young Master Xuan had been bedridden with illness, until yesterday when he unfortunately passed away, just in time for Feng Xuan to secretly replace him and continue living in the harem.

After listening, Feng Xuan felt a bit overwhelmed.

Such a complicated palace drama plot given to him, he didn’t quite know how to handle it!

In the past when he was in the mortal realm with Qi Zhuoyu, they had encountered such palace drama plots.

But at that time, Qi Zhuoyu basically didn’t give him any chance to appear, directly getting rid of his own harem, so he had fought in vain.

Siming said, “Time is of the essence, Your Highness. Qi Zhuoyu is about to finish court soon, at which time he will pass through the back garden. Your Highness only needs to accidentally fall into the water at this moment, and then be rescued by Qi Zhuoyu, so you two can form a good relationship.”

After listening, Feng Xuan’s response was just: “.”

Siming said, “Your Highness, what’s wrong?”

Feng Xuan hesitated. “Such a cliché plot, are you sure Qi Zhuoyu will fall for it?”

Siming: “Your Highness. This has nothing to do with the plot, the success or failure of this matter all depends on your face.”

Siming said very confidently. “Have more confidence in your own looks, this small god has never seen a man who could ignore your face.”

Feng Xuan didn’t speak, just remained silent.

Siming almost thought he had said something wrong, and asked again. “Your Highness. Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Feng Xuan answered honestly. “I can’t refute what you said.”

Siming: “…”

The whole thing went smoothly beyond expectation, so smooth that Feng Xuan had a slightly ominous premonition in his heart.

He had descended in his true form, with divine power protection, so he wouldn’t feel cold. Despite this, Feng Xuan looked at the pool of cold water and decided to cut out a paper person.

It wasn’t that he was delicate and afraid of the cold.

He just felt that since Qi Zhuoyu had given him all his cultivation, he might as well use it.jpg

So Feng Xuan cut out a paper person, transformed it into his own appearance, and then jumped into the water.

With a “splash”, those beauties from the harem who were originally appreciating flowers noticed someone had fallen into the water and started screaming.

“Someone come quickly!”

“Help!”

“It seems someone has fallen into the water!”

Someone in the crowd recognized him as that neglected Young Master Xuan.

Everyone saw that the person who fell into the water was actually a consort from the harem. This couldn’t be taken lightly, so they quickly jumped into the water to rescue him.

The emperor arrived at this moment.

From far away, Feng Xuan heard the voice of a young eunuch, shouting “His Majesty has arrived—”

He hurriedly switched places with his paper doll substitute, letting the cold pool water wash over his body.

In the water, Feng Xuan vaguely felt someone coming to rescue him. When they came close, there was a faint scent of grass and wood, quickly submerged in the coldness of the pool water.

When he was successfully rescued, he was still a bit nervous.

After all, he hadn’t seen Qi Zhuoyu for so long, he was afraid he might lose control on the spot.

The emperor indeed hurried over, and when he clearly saw Feng Xuan’s appearance, his eyes lit up with two points of bright light.

This was truly a beauty, how had he not discovered such an exceptional beauty in his harem garden for so long?!

Feng Xuan also looked up, observing the emperor.

When he clearly saw the emperor’s face, he was stunned for a moment.

Stunned for quite a long moment.

Stunned for a very, very long moment.

And almost lost control of his facial expressions.

The emperor said in a soft voice. “Beauty, is there anywhere you feel unwell?”

With an ordinary square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, it couldn’t be said to be completely unlike Qi Zhuoyu, it could only be said to be entirely unrelated.

Feng Xuan, with a dazed expression, pinched the emperor’s face and couldn’t help asking, “Senior brother. How did you become so ugly?”

The emperor: “?”

Feng Xuan muttered. “How am I supposed to act out a tragic love story between an immortal and a mortal with you like this? To be honest, I’m a bit unable to act.”

The emperor: “???”

……

……

What the hell!

Feng Xuan was completely taken aback.

No one had told him that after Qi Zhuoyu reincarnated in the mortal realm, he would change his appearance?!

Wait, could it be that he was actually someone who cared a lot about looks? Feng Xuan had thought he should be quite devoted, logically speaking, he should have been moved no matter what Qi Zhuoyu turned into!

Now, forget about being moved.

He was directly disheartened.

This wasn’t how stories were supposed to go!

Damn. Was his feeling for the big devil actually so shallow?!

He lost control.

He really did lose control on the spot.

But it was a bit different from the loss of control he had imagined.jpg

Perhaps this scene was too shocking for Feng Xuan.

He felt he needed to find his feelings, acting as an immortal brother towards this middle-aged man’s face was really testing his acting skills.

Just as he gritted his teeth, preparing to continue acting.

A very clean and deep youthful voice came to his ears, even somewhat familiar.

“This son came late to save, begging Your Majesty and the young master to please calm down.”

Before him was a handsome young man soaking wet, obviously the one who had just jumped into the water to save someone.

Tall as jade, with an extremely cold and stern temperament, but born with naturally affectionate peach blossom eyes, rippling with water when he lowered his gaze.

When Feng Xuan saw his face, he felt his mind go blank.

He accidentally spoke his inner thoughts aloud. “Who is this?”

The small eunuch beside him heard it.

He quickly answered. “Young Master Xuan must be confused from falling into the water, this is our Great Xin Dynasty’s Seventh Prince, Qi Zhuoyu!”

After hearing this, Feng Xuan directly blacked out.

Help.

He knew something felt strange.

It turned out he had descended too early, Qi Zhuoyu wasn’t the emperor yet, he was still a prince!

He thought he had finally gotten some palace drama script.

But he never expected, never in a million years expected…

This was a stepmother literature plot!!