We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?-Chapter 397: No Matter How Many Lives, No Matter How Many Times
Xiao Mo personally wrote a letter and sent word by flying sword into the Qin imperial palace, informing them of his father’s death.
When Qin Shengtian, ruler of Qin, saw the news of Xiao Shi’s passing, he sat alone in his study for a very, very long time.
Before long, the news that Northern Pacification King Xiao Shi had died spread through the entire Qin court, then rapidly rolled outward across the world.
Everyone also learned that, at the moment of his death, Xiao Shi had passed the position of Northern Pacification King to Xiao Mo.
The Northern Wasteland’s fifty-seven generals, four hundred thousand Snow-Treading Dragon Cavalry, and one million two hundred thousand Northern Wasteland infantry all pledged loyalty to Xiao Mo.
With Xiao Mo’s previous fiefs, plus the fiefs of the various Northern Wasteland generals, the three Northern Wasteland prefectures and Wei territory were now entirely under Xiao Mo’s control.
At any time, Xiao Mo could establish a state.
Yet everyone, without exception, believed that Xiao Mo would not rebel.
The ruler of Qin also swiftly issued an edict: Xiao Mo would inherit the title in perpetuity. His noble title would remain Frost King, but he would be appointed Northern Pacification Grand General, succeeding his father’s original post, overseeing the three Northern Wasteland prefectures and the Northern Wasteland Army.
There were no objections to Xiao Mo becoming the new Northern Pacification King. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Everyone felt it was only natural.
Of course—they also didn’t dare object.
Because aside from Xiao Mo, the Northern Wasteland Army would acknowledge no one else.
“Born on the battlefield, die on the battlefield. Keep my funeral simple.”
Following Xiao Shi’s wishes, Xiao Mo held Xiao Shi’s funeral in the Northern Wasteland.
Those who attended were Northern Wasteland soldiers and the officials of the cities across the three Northern Wasteland prefectures.
There were none of those court people who chased power and flattered the strong.
Xiao Mo also did not bring his mother and Siyao to the imperial capital.
The reason was simple.
In Xiao Shi’s final words, he said he did not want women with reddened eyes, twisting and fidgeting at his funeral.
In truth, Xiao Mo knew his father simply thought women cried easily, and he didn’t like anyone shedding tears at his funeral.
However, Xiao Mo did send a letter to his eldest brother, Xiao Yichuan.
But the reply Xiao Mo received was written by the master of the Shaking-Mountain Sect.
The master of the Shaking-Mountain Sect said that Xiao Yichuan was currently in seclusion, attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and could not attend the funeral—asking Xiao Mo to forgive him.
Xiao Mo could understand that.
Breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm was extremely perilous and could not tolerate the slightest mistake. If his eldest brother learned at this moment that their father had died, it would heavily affect his Dao heart. Then, at best, his Great Dao would be damaged; at worst, he would perish in body and soul.
Still, Xiao Mo could not help but sigh.
By the time his eldest brother emerged from seclusion, who knew how many years it would be. When he learned then that their father had died, Xiao Mo didn’t know what kind of feeling it would be.
After Xiao Shi was laid to rest,
Xiao Mo raised a wine jar and poured sangluo wine before his father’s tombstone.
Behind Xiao Mo, the one million six hundred thousand-strong Northern Wasteland Army also poured out the sangluo wine in their hands, standing in solemn silence.
On the eighth day after the funeral, Xiao Mo finished the mourning period and formally took over all Northern Wasteland institutions.
Because before dying, Xiao Shi had already prepared the handover in every way, clearing out uncertain factors within the various institutions and sweeping away obstacles for Xiao Mo.
So those institutions cooperated with Xiao Mo.
After Qi State and Zhao State learned of the Northern Pacification King’s death, they felt it was a good opportunity. They believed the Northern Wasteland Army might fall into brief chaos, and wanted to use the chance to counterattack and reclaim the cities they had lost.
But Xiahou Nan and Li Jing and Zhao Guang had already anticipated it.
Not only did Qi and Zhao fail to reclaim a single city—they were even ambushed by Xiahou Nan and Li Jing and the others, suffering heavy losses.
For a time, Qi and Zhao became honest again.
After Xiao Mo returned to the Qin imperial capital, many people wanted to go to the Frost King’s residence to console him and express their concern.
But Xiao Mo did not meet a single court official, and accepted not a single gift.
When Qin Siyao learned that Xiao Mo had returned to the imperial capital, she hurried back to the Frost King’s residence.
In Qin Siyao’s eyes, this was Xiao Mo’s biological father dying—she was deeply worried about Xiao Mo’s state.
But Xiao Mo only smiled and lightly tapped her forehead, saying, “I’m fine.”
Yet Qin Siyao knew Xiao Mo was not truly fine.
Even if Xiao Mo had not had much contact with his father, no matter what, Xiao Shi was still his father.
A father’s death—how could a child be fine?
You could see it in these days, in how often Xiao Mo would stare blankly in the courtyard.
But Qin Siyao also didn’t know what she should do. Still, every day after she finished helping her mother drink her medicine, she would run from the palace to the Frost King’s residence and stay at Xiao Mo’s side.
At mealtimes, Qin Siyao cooked for Xiao Mo.
By afternoon, Qin Siyao would also brew tea for Xiao Mo and make some pastries.
If Xiao Mo was staring blankly in the courtyard, Qin Siyao would sit beside him and stare blankly ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ with him.
“You go back and forth from the palace to the Frost King’s residence every day—aren’t you tired?” Xiao Mo asked the girl beside him with a smile.
“I’m not.” Qin Siyao shook her head. “You and Mother are the people I care about most. Taking care of the people I care about most—how could I be tired? Besides, I’m your fiancée. I’m going to be with you for the rest of my life.”
Looking at the woman beside him, something stirred lightly in Xiao Mo’s heart. He slowly reached out his arm, pulled her into his embrace, and gently stroked her hair.
Qin Siyao loved being held by Xiao Mo. She pressed close to him, as if she wanted to knead her soft body into his bones. Her fair, tender cheek rubbed once against his chest.
Xiao Mo calmly watched the flowers, grasses, and trees in the courtyard, while Qin Siyao quietly listened to his heartbeat.
After a while, Qin Siyao lifted her head, blinking at Xiao Mo. “Xiao Mo, I think I said something wrong.”
“What did you say wrong?” Xiao Mo asked.
“Didn’t I just say I’d be with you for the rest of my life? But I realized—being with you for one life doesn’t seem like enough. Both Daoism and Buddhism have reincarnation. We still have so, so many lives.” Qin Siyao blinked, speaking seriously.
“And so?” Xiao Mo hooked a finger under Qin Siyao’s perky nose.
“So... in the future, every time you reincarnate, I’m going to find you. I’ll stay with you until you get sick of me.” Qin Siyao leaned on Xiao Mo’s shoulder, her expression earnest.
“I won’t get sick of you. It’s just that reincarnation isn’t such a simple thing.”
The corner of Xiao Mo’s mouth lifted slightly as he teased.
“I’ve heard that to reincarnate you have to cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Meng Po’s soup. After you drink it, you forget this life and the past life. What if I forget you?”
“It’s fine.”
Qin Siyao pressed against Xiao Mo’s chest, brimming with confidence.
“It doesn’t matter if you forget me, because I’ll always remember you.
Even if I drink Meng Po’s soup,
I’ll still remember you.
And then I’ll find you.
And in the end, I’ll make you like me again.
No matter how many lives.
No matter how many times.”
