Chapter 150: The Male Imperial Advisor’s Little One is Super Cute (11)

Chapter 150: The Male Imperial Advisor's Little One is Super Cute (11)

A clap of thunder startled everyone, sending a tremor through their hearts as if the heavens were angry.

At the center of the round platform, Wen Renshu stood frozen, his gaze fixed on the solitary figure of the little one hovering above.

The little one's nearly translucent wings had now solidified, becoming tangible, and his short hair had lengthened in an instant.

His glossy black hair cascaded over his shoulders, accentuating his porcelain skin and the single touch of red on his lips—a beauty so mesmerizing it was almost painful to behold.

A single raindrop landed softly on his face.

Wen Renshu's eyelashes fluttered, and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out and grasp something.

Below the round platform, the crowd erupted in cheers, their voices rising in excitement as the rain began to fall.

It's raining!

This year, the dynasty will surely enjoy favorable weather and prosperity.

The rain fell upon the people.

As the rain began to fall, the children started to circle the round platform, moving in the practiced rhythm they had rehearsed countless times.

They knew exactly what to do. This was their duty. As long as they successfully reached the center of the round platform today, they would be greeted with prosperity.

Even if they didn’t reach the center, as long as the rain ceased, they would still be rewarded with a modest sum.

Large drops of rain continued to fall upon the crowd.

The sky was now shrouded in dark clouds, erasing all traces of the clear blue sky that had been there moments before.

This was a divine gift, a blessing from the gods to bring peace and prosperity to the dynasty.

"Kneel!"

A eunuch shouted, and everyone except the emperor knelt down.

Even the emperor performed a grand ritual to welcome the divine gift of today.

The rain poured harder, as if confirming that their wishes would come true.

The mist created a hazy veil, blurring the center of the round platform and obscuring everything within it.

Only a vague silhouette of Wen Renshu could be seen.

He stood still, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, as if blinded by the light before him.

The mist clouded his vision, shrouding it in a deep, dark hue.

Amidst the steady patter of rain, he whispered softly to himself.

"Who exactly are you..."

The little figure slowly fell from the air.

Without thinking, Wen Renshu stepped forward, his hand instinctively reaching out to catch the falling figure.

A feather-light sensation came from Song Renshu’s palm, and the coldness shot straight to his heart.

He instinctively wanted to hold the little one, but froze when his fingertips touched that icy skin.

Song Renshu didn’t want to hurt.

Even if this was just his imagination.

Perhaps, even if it was just his imagination, he didn’t want to hurt.

Song Renshu’s curled fingers straightened, and upon close inspection, even his fingertips were trembling.

Song Chuyi, looking wilted, lay in Song Renshu’s palm, his voice carrying a hint of weakness.

“Brother Wenren.”

His voice was very faint, and the pattering rain could easily drown it out.

But Song Renshu heard only his voice.

He stared at him intently, his heart seemingly cheering in joy.

Song Chuyi blinked gently and offered Song Renshu a gentle, obedient smile.

“It’s raining.”

“Yes.” Song Renshu finally responded softly, “The rain has started.”

The rain soaked his clothes, and the cold spread through his body.

“It’s raining.”

He repeated it softly, as if it were a divine whisper.

Song Chuyi kicked Song Renshu’s finger with his toes.

The petals covering his body had been soaked by the rain and now hung limp. If not for the grass rope holding them in place around his waist, he would be in a rather bare state by now.

But even so, he looked utterly disheveled!

He needed Song Renshu to take him back before anyone else saw him.

“Take me back, take me back!”

“Alright.” Song Renshu responded softly, without waiting for the children to arrive at the circular platform. He strode away.

After he left, the rain suddenly stopped.

Just as abruptly as it had started, the sky cleared, and the sun shone brightly.

If not for the dampness on their skin and the wet ground, they might have thought the rain was just an illusion.

The ten children halted the moment the rain stopped.

They hadn’t reached the center of the circular platform, but since the rain had fallen, they wouldn’t face any consequences.

As the rain ceased, the crowd began to disperse, and a designated person guided the ten children away.

The grand ritual ceremony was thus concluded.

Unlike usual, they did not see the National Master when the rain stopped.

Maybe the gods had other plans.

Gong Ji returned to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, intending to invite Song Renshu for a gathering. But then he remembered that everyone had gotten drenched in the rain.

Song Renshu was no exception.

To invite him at this moment might not be wise.

Thus, Gong Ji temporarily suppressed the idea.

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Meanwhile, in the courtyard, the osmanthus cakes placed on the stone table were soaked.

Song Chuyi had exhausted his energy and was very hungry now.

He rubbed his flat stomach and softly said, "Brother Wenren, I’m hungry. Can I have some cake?"

Song Renshu gently set him down, his voice softening with concern.

"I'll get the osmanthus cakes."

He hurriedly left and returned shortly after.

Song Chuyi sat on the stone table, holding a small piece of osmanthus cake in his hands, eating it heartily.

Song Renshu sat on the stone chair, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"A'Chu, my dear one." He reached out, his fingertips lightly touching Song Chuyi's arm.

It was very soft, with a slight coolness.

The touch was so light it was barely noticeable unless you paid close attention.

A sense of absurd reality surged up, and Song Renshu's lips pressed tightly together.

"Who are you, really?"

He asked in a low voice, as if questioning the little one in front of him, and also as if questioning himself.

Song Chuyi tilted his head and swung his little legs.

"I am Song Chuyi," he said matter-of-factly, "Your A'Chu."

Song Renshu's heart trembled.

His A'Chu... Could he really be just a figment of his imagination?

But how could the sudden rain be explained?

Song Renshu couldn’t understand. He seemed to be trapped in a real delusion, unable to escape, and destined to sink.

He was losing the ability to distinguish between reality and illusion anymore, and before long, he might end up like his master.

Becoming a complete madman.

Trapped between illusion and reality, he feared he would lose himself, following the path of those he loved, until there was nothing left.

It seemed as though Song Renshu knew the path he was destined to walk in the future, and he fell silent, not speaking again.

After eating his fill, Song Chuyi let out a satisfied burp, and his once-pale face now glowed with a healthy pink hue.

He flapped his tiny wings, stood up, and approached Song Renshu's large hand.

Leaning down, his lips lightly touched the tip of Song Renshu's finger.

"Brother Wenren, the grand ritual ceremony went off without a hitch."

His small wings fluttered gently behind him.

"The osmanthus cake was very delicious."

He parted his lips and straightened his back.

Even though he was no taller than Song Renshu's finger, it did not stop him from puffing out his chest, standing tall and looking confident and proud.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Brother Wenren."

"See you tomorrow."

He flew up, circled around Song Renshu, and then dove into the flowers, vanishing from view.

Song Renshu gazed at the sea of flowers, his expression lost in thought.

Half a moment later, a soft murmur filled the yard.

"See you tomorrow."

Tomorrow, I have to see him.