The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 440
Chapter 440: The Return of the Elf King
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The Elf Clan, though blessed by heaven and earth, has endured countless tribulations due to the schemes of the world.
The ruler of this generation was born under the shadow of calamity.
At birth, she was immediately sent to the mortal realm, where spiritual energy was weakest and cultivators were scarce, to undergo trials.
At the same time, a great catastrophe befell the Elf Clan. For thirty years, the clan searched relentlessly, yet no trace of their lost king was found.
Bi Yue, upon sensing the presence of the Elf King, was overcome with emotion, her eyes brimming with tears.
She cared not for the life or death of the old emperor.
“The King is here! The King is watching over me!”
“The King has come to witness the ceremony!”
The old emperor could no longer suppress his coughing. Each cough wracked his frail body until he spat out a mouthful of blood.
His strength was waning fast!
“Bi Yue, what exactly do you intend to do?” The old emperor’s fury was barely restrained, yet he dared not provoke Bi Yue further.
Bi Yue did not even turn her head.
“Our King has undergone trials in the mortal realm and has yet to regain her memory and identity. I must find her!”
The old emperor was taken aback.
A glimmer of joy flashed in his eyes.
“How does the Elf King differ from an ordinary elf?” he asked, feigning casual curiosity.
“Ordinary elves have a lifespan of five hundred years at most, but the Elf King lives for three thousand years and wields absolute authority over the entire clan. Her status is supreme.”
The old emperor pursed his lips, his expression softening.
“The Elf King has wandered alone for so many years… It pains me greatly. I am not in a hurry. Cough… cough… She must have suffered much in the outside world, has she not?”
Moments ago, he had been enraged, but now he spoke with feigned concern.
Yet in his heart, he pondered Bi Yue’s earlier words—The King’s presence lingers upon me… What did this mean? Had he unknowingly encountered the Elf King before?
He scanned the gathered crowd, all citizens of the Southern Kingdom.
If the Elf King was a mortal woman, and he was the emperor of this realm, then naturally, she should feel a sense of belonging to both him and the Southern Kingdom.
He was even certain that, no matter who she turned out to be, he could claim her as his empress.
This was the confidence of an emperor.
Yet when his gaze fell upon Madam Ning, he hesitated.
His former wife—an exception.
“Bi Yue, go and search for her. Once you find her, bring her to the palace to rest and recover. She has suffered enough over the years.”
His tone was now kind, causing Bi Yue’s resistance towards him to lessen slightly.
“Yes.”
“As long as an elf is near the King, she will awaken.”
“She was born with the scepter. That is the key to summoning her.”
The emperor casually remarked, “Oh? A scepter? Wouldn’t that be rather conspicuous?”
The young girl behind Bi Yue shook her head. “It takes the form of a pendant. Only upon awakening does it reveal its true form.”
On the high platform, Bi Yue stood at the center.
Her head was bowed slightly, her brows knit together in focus, hands spread wide. The wings, usually concealed behind her, unfurled in an instant.
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
“Wah…”
People erupted in astonishment.
The transparent wings shimmered with a delicate glow, lifting Bi Yue into the air. Her feet left the ground as she hovered above the masses.
“Look! The elf is flying!”
“Elves are truly beautiful… Like celestial maidens!”
The awe in their gazes was undeniable.
Bi Yue lowered her eyes and murmured a chant. Madam Ning instinctively grasped her collar.
Shi Yun, who had been watching her closely, noticed her discomfort. “Mother, are you unwell?”
Madam Ning shook her head. “Just… a little hot.”
But it was more than just heat. A burning sensation spread across her neck, reminiscent of an old wound being seared anew.
Even her back itched, as though something long dormant was stirring to break free.
Shi Yun, worried by her mother’s pale complexion, suggested, “Mother, let me take you back to rest. That old emperor’s face alone is enough to vex anyone.”
Before Madam Ning could respond, dizziness overtook her vision.
Rong Che and Madam Xu rushed to steady her.
Beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead.
“It hurts…” She clutched the pendant at her throat.
“Mother, the pendant is glowing!”
“No… It’s the stone atop the scepter that’s glowing.” The scepter’s topmost jewel, small yet exquisitely embedded, was emitting a radiant light.
Madam Ning gripped the scepter tightly, and a sharp pain coursed through her back.
Shi Yun’s eyes reddened with worry. In mere moments, her mother’s entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
Suddenly—
Shi Yun raised a hand to shield her eyes. A brilliant light erupted beneath Madam Ning’s feet.
The ground beneath her shimmered with intricate, interwoven patterns.
All eyes turned towards her.
Rong Che pulled Shi Yun back a few steps.
“Look at Mother!” he whispered.
Shi Yun finally noticed—her mother’s agony had vanished. Instead, she was levitating. Only by tilting her head back could she see her properly.
The old emperor, hearing the commotion, frowned.
He assumed it was just Madam Ning causing trouble again.
But then, as the gasps of the crowd grew, he turned his gaze.
His former wife—who had just torn apart their marriage contract—was rising into the air.
Ancient sigils illuminated the ground beneath her.
“What… What is happening?!” His voice cracked in fear.
The entire court stood frozen in shock.
They watched as Madam Ning ascended, a dazzling light coalescing in her grasp—transforming into the scepter.
The scepter was adorned with intricate, arcane engravings, its apex set with a resplendent gemstone.
The gathered audience stood paralyzed, witnessing her complete transformation.
Madam Ning’s closed eyes fluttered open.
Her once-worn features smoothed into the flawless visage of a youthful maiden. Her beauty sharpened, her long, dark hair cascading in the wind.
Her frame became slender and ethereal.
Something surged from her back.
Before the eyes of all, a pair of magnificent, nearly transparent wings unfolded.
A flowing light coursed over them, radiating an otherworldly brilliance.
Bi Yue and her younger sister knelt, tears of joy streaming down their faces. “Welcome back, My Queen!”
“It’s her! The Elf King!” The crowd erupted in ecstatic cries.
Even a single strand of her hair exuded breathtaking beauty.
The court officials exchanged glances, the air thick with an eerie silence.
What kind of wretched luck is this?!
Moments ago, the emperor had severed their marriage. Now—
She had become his only hope of salvation!
No one dared look at the emperor’s expression.
Even Shi Yun stood speechless. “M-Mother… has wings?!”
Chao Chao grinned. “Always had ‘em! Just sealed away!”
Floating above all, scepter in hand, she slowly opened her eyes.
Like a queen reborn.
The old emperor stared, slack-jawed.
Her face—identical to her youth! Yet now, there was an unearthly grace about her.
His lips trembled, his entire body shaking uncontrollably, unable to form a single word.
Good News: The Elf King is from the Southern Kingdom and feels an innate connection to him.
Bad News: She is the wife he just cast aside.