I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 95 - 76: Mother and Daughter’s Nightly Conversation
Sang Que understood that her mother meant well and nodded in agreement.
"Mom, thank you for reminding me. I’m actually just curious about what kind of person he is. If he’s still alive and I can accept who he is, I can acknowledge him. Having one more relative would be nice. If he’s someone I can’t accept, then we won’t disturb each other and live our own lives peacefully."
"I’m sorry you’ve been put in this position." Sang Wan’s eyes were full of heartache.
Sang Que smiled, "There’s nothing to apologize for. We’re complete strangers. What if it’s all just my wishful thinking, and he doesn’t want to recognize me? What if he’s living better than I am? It’s not like his father can’t take care of him. I just can’t understand why my biological mother abandoned me and him. After what happened with Qin Lu, I’m quite [worried that my biological father might not be a good person] and would abuse him."
Sang Wan said, "You’ve encountered too few things at school. Most of your classmates have mothers caring for them while fathers are busy working, so subconsciously you form the fixed notion that children should be cared for by mothers, and that fathers don’t care well for children."
"That’s not entirely wrong. For example, you’ve been particularly dependent on me as your mother since you were young. If you lost me, you’d definitely fall into a huge panic and lack a sense of security. You’d think your brother is just like you, losing a mother and lacking a sense of security, which is understandable."
"But now you’re only blaming your biological mother for leaving, which is unfair to her. She is not only your mother but also herself, and she has the right to choose her own life. In this whole matter, you also need to take into account the responsibility your biological father should bear."
Sang Que listened intently. She often sat like this with her mother, chatting, and listened to her mother analyze problems from an adult’s perspective, correcting her not yet fully formed perceptions and values.
Sang Wan then asked, "From your tone earlier, it seems like you blame your biological mother quite a bit?"
Sang Que frowned, her emotions complicated, and she didn’t want to speak.
Sang Wan laughed, "I want to write those things you said, as well as your attitude toward this matter, into a novel. You’ll definitely get criticized."
At this, Sang Que became anxious, "Ah, Mom! Don’t write nonsense. Can you at least make me a little more perfect?"
Sang Wan deliberately kept a straight face, "No, we must strive for authenticity, let the readers see your most genuine self and watch as you mature bit by bit. Let me ask you a question, would you blame your aunt for leaving us?"
Sang Que hurriedly said, "How could I! My aunt... it was an accident."
"So why do you blame your biological mother for leaving you and your brother? Couldn’t she have had uncontrollable accidents too?"
Sang Que was left speechless, finally saying, "These two things are different! [I’m upset she didn’t make things clear, almost causing me to...]"
Sang Que glanced at Sang Wan, and Sang Wan remembered that morning when [Sang Que was possessed by the Yin Child and lost control, almost hurting her].
Sang Wan understood then that Sang Que’s [source of resentment] stemmed from this, and Sang Que [could not tolerate anyone harming her, even her biological mother, because she cares, so she resents her biological mother].
"At the very least, she left you the Yansheng coin, protecting you many times. Little Que, I still say the same thing: I hope you can make your decision only after understanding the whole story. One should not become a slave to their emotions, letting emotions control them."
Sang Que was moved and looked at Sang Wan, reaching out for a hug, "Mom, you’re so good. Having a meal and chatting with you is like comprehensive psychological counseling and worldview correction! One more hug and I’ll be revitalized!"
Only in front of her own mother did Sang Que show a delicate side; usually outside, she was always quiet and cold.
Sang Wan patted her hand away, "You’re not a kid anymore, hurry up and clean everything up, then come to the study, we have serious matters to discuss."
After tidying up a bit, Sang Que put the Little General into its cage to sleep, telling Xuan Yu to rest as well since they had to rush back to the Deceit Dynasty in the morning.
Xuan Yu’s eyes could see some special things, like instantly recognizing the old locust tree in the Liu Family Courtyard. Moreover, stroking Xuan Yu could alleviate various negative emotions in the Deceit Dynasty.
Xuan Yu could also understand her commands, and she could sense Xuan Yu’s thoughts. Perhaps with proper training, Xuan Yu could fight alongside her in the future.
With a cat’s speed of unleashing dozens of claws in a second, Xuan Yu could definitely become her great helper.
Inside the study.
Sang Wan, wearing glasses, was sitting at a long table, examining the letters Sang Que brought back.
"Wait a moment, the letters you brought back from Yan Daozi in the book have some special things."
Sang Que didn’t interrupt, noticing her computer was on a writing page, so she casually glanced at it and found it was her mom’s new book.
"I have a Mysterious Dynasty?"
Sang Que pursed her lips, then looked at the new book’s period data, hmm...
Once there are more words, it should get better!
She also needed to work hard to develop in the Mysterious Dynasty so her mom would have more things to write about.
This book is being prepared for a long-term and stable enhancement of the Heart Lamp, relying on the modern population advantage.
Unlike the Deceit Dynasty, even if she could gain the reverence of a hundred villagers today, if half of them died tomorrow, the quantity of her Heart Lamp would sharply decrease by half, which is too unstable.
Sang Que scrolled through the content of the book with the mouse and noticed the names of characters in the story, showing a puzzled expression.
"Mom, what’s with the names in this book?"
Sang Wan looked up at the computer and said, "I changed the names of the antagonists just in case. Otherwise, I’m afraid future readers’ negative emotions like disgust and hatred could somehow channel their power towards them. I’m writing this book for you, not for them."
Sang Que admired her. As expected of a writer, her thinking is meticulous.
"Unless it’s someone beneficial to you, I won’t use real names. Once this book has a readership foundation, you can also use this to win over hearts in the Deceit Dynasty. However, I’m still not sure whether other people in the Deceit Dynasty will be affected by modern factors from this side, and how significant that influence might be..."
"Then wouldn’t I be like the Daoist Lord of the Deceit Dynasty’s Taoist Sect, able to ’borrow’ incense for others?"
Sang Wan took off her glasses and smiled smugly, "Not you, it’s your mom!"
Sang Que laughed, pretending to be a gentleman, and tipped his hat in salute.
"You are the writer beyond the Deceit Dynasty, the mysterious ruler of the Realm of Imagination, the great Mother Goddess who controls the lighthouse and navigation, praise to you, my mother!"
Sang Wan was amused, "Alright, alright, your language skills have improved rapidly now, come and sit!"
Sang Wan set aside the letters from Yan Daozi, "First, let’s talk about the most important issue for you. You said before that when you spent the night in the woods, you couldn’t return because there was no door, right?"
Sang Que nodded, casually saying, "Right, I was even considering carrying a door panel on my back next time."
Sang Wan pushed a handwritten sheet in front of Sang Que.
"Follow the sequence here and try each one. See if the door must exist in a real, universally recognized sense, or if a conceptual door you believe in will suffice."
Sang Que read through line by line, the first point being a conceptual door: draw the outline of a door on the garden soil and tell yourself it’s a door, try using a Yansheng coin to push it, and so on.
The second point, is whether the material of the door has limitations, like carving a door outline on a tree, whether a sewer can be considered a door, whether a paper door is passable.
The third point, the size of the door, whether a small door that only one person can pass through allows transit between the two realms...
This series of speculations about doors left Sang Que in awe after reading. A writer’s mind is terrifying!
In the future, she also needs to think more and break the constraints of inherent perceptions, which will help her find loopholes in the rules of Evil Spirits.
"By the way, Mom, I actually have another question to ask you." Sang Que said, putting down the handwritten paper.
Sang Wan looked up, "Is it about the Li Family Widow?"
"How did you know?" Sang Que was somewhat surprised.
"From your expression and description when you brought it up, it’s clear this matter has greatly impacted your worldview. You face others in the Deceit Dynasty indifferently, but with me, you can’t hide your emotions."
Sang Que lowered her head, "I just don’t understand Li’s ungrateful behavior. He Buning saved her and her children, and others too. In a normal situation, shouldn’t she be grateful?"
Sang Wan thought for a moment and said, "This is the complexity of human nature. What others think is good and right may not be what Li wants. I can’t judge this matter, as none of us are Li. Her mindset at the time is only known to her."
"But as a mother, I can empathize with one thing: if something happened to you, as long as there was a sliver of hope to save you, nothing anyone says would matter. I’d risk everything to save you."
"Would you harm other innocent people to save me?" Sang Que asked.
Sang Wan furrowed her brow, "I... don’t know..."
Feeling her mother’s discomfort, Sang Que quickly said, "Alright, let’s not discuss such a complex topic anymore. If we can’t understand it, then whatever! Now, about Yan Daozi’s letters, Mom, did you discover anything special?"
Sang Wan took a breath and moved the stack of letters in front of them.
"The letters you brought back this time, along with the one tucked in the Ming Zhang Notes last time, all mention a ’storyteller’. According to the narrations in the letters, this storyteller seems to have the ability to write horror stories based on real events and make them happen in reality."
"If possible, and it’s not dangerous, could you find this storyteller? I want to understand in detail what this story-writing ability really entails."
