The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 522
Chapter 522: The Deity Is Her Father
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“It… it’s her!”
“That shameless woman who bore a child without a proper union!”
The village chief’s voice was rough with fury, his neck stiff with anger and his eyes filled with resentment.
Yet before he could finish his words, a force suddenly lifted him off his feet and sent him flying through the air—
Boom!
He crashed into a boulder, the impact so great that fine cracks spread across the stone. Pain wracked his body, and he let out an agonized wail, curling up as if his organs had been shattered.
“Ah… ahhh…” The village chief lay on the ground, drenched in cold sweat, groaning in agony.
Everyone was too stunned to react, their bodies trembling as they dropped to their knees once more.
What just happened?
Had the village chief offended a deity?
Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing’s anger could not be restrained upon hearing those vile accusations against Li Shu. The words shameless woman, immoral, and disgraceful were like daggers piercing his heart.
And now, recalling the drowning, the coffin child—
A sharp pain clenched his heart.
That suffering was real. It was hers. The torment she endured.
The village chief coughed up mouthfuls of blood, staggering to his feet in terror before kneeling down. Fear filled his eyes—what had he done to provoke the wrath of a god?
Yan Qing did not spare him another glance. He walked forward, step by step, toward A-Man.
A-Man, though wracked with pain, forced herself up and spread her arms wide in front of the coffin. “What do you want?”
Like a thorn-covered creature, she glared at him with deep vigilance.
Yan Qing studied her closely. He had not paid much attention before, but now that he did, he saw it—
Traces of himself reflected in her features.
“I…” His steps felt unbearably heavy.
Just this afternoon, he had firmly told this child that he did not know her mother, that he was not her father.
Yet now—
“May I… may I see your mother?” His voice, always so lofty, now carried a rare plea.
A-Man stared at him coldly.
His eyes were red-rimmed, his usual chilling presence softened into something almost… hesitant. A-Man suddenly felt a surge of absurdity.
“Is your name A-Man?” Yan Qing inhaled deeply, his gaze fixed on her.
This was the child of him and Li Shu.
The illusions, the heart demons—
They were all real.
His memories of Li Shu were real.
Everything he had touched—her warmth, her sorrow—
Real.
Yes, when one is lost in desires, truth and illusion become indistinguishable, even for gods. And that was why the balance of the divine realm had been overturned.
“Are you my father?” A-Man’s voice was ice, her words sharp.
“Are you the man who abandoned his wife and daughter, who let my mother be drowned in disgrace, condemned by the world as a forsaken woman?”
“Are you the one who deceived my mother, took her body, and then cast her aside without a second thought?”
“Are you the man she waited for from dawn until dusk, her joy turning into despair, until she perished?” A-Man’s voice was unwavering, her gaze locked onto him, word by word cutting deep.
With each question, Yan Qing’s face paled further.
In the shadows, Lu Chao Chao gripped her Sunshine Sword tightly, standing beside Xie Yu Zhou.
She could intervene to save lives, but she could not meddle in fate. Doing so would create endless repercussions in the future.
The villagers were horrified, staring at A-Man in disbelief.
A-Man, what are you doing?
Are you insane?
But no one dared to speak these words aloud.
What shocked them even more was when the revered god lowered his proud head and spoke in a heavy voice:
“It is I.”
Those three words rippled through the crowd like a stone cast into still water, sending tremors through their souls.
A deity had just confessed—
He was the father of A-Man.
The village chief’s face turned ghostly pale. He collapsed, his mind in turmoil, an icy dread seeping into his bones.
A deity.
A-Man’s father.
Li Shu had not lied. She had not deceived anyone!
The village chief broke into a cold sweat as memories surfaced—of how he had drowned Li Shu, burned her coffin along with A-Man, all while reveling in his supposed righteousness.
Even more terrifying—
In his youth, he had once coveted Li Shu, intending to take her as a concubine. Yet she had remained resolute, rejecting him at every turn.
To teach her a lesson, he had once left her alone in the mountains.
He thought it was just punishment.
Now—
He clenched his teeth, pressing his forehead to the ground, not daring to let any emotion show.
Yan Qing’s gaze softened as it landed on the coffin.
“I cannot excuse myself,” he murmured. “There is no justification.”
No way to explain why a deity had succumbed to desire, to illusion.
The tragedy of Li Shu and A-Man—no words could erase it.
“A-Man… may I see Li Shu? Please…” His voice trembled with humility.
“Punish me however you will, but let me see her… just once.” The god who ruled the Three Realms pleaded before her.
The old madam’s voice was hoarse. “Let him see her.”
Her eyes held only scorn.
She loathed gods—hypocrites, all of them.
Li Shu had died with her gaze locked upon the mountains, her eyes unwilling to close.
The old madam had seen it with her own eyes—the longing, the refusal to let go.
A-Man bit her lip, glaring at Yan Qing with hatred. Yet her feet shifted aside just a little.
She knew—
This was what her mother had waited for her whole life.
She had waited far too long.
Yan Qing took heavy steps toward the coffin. It was made of the cheapest wood—so fragile he could push it open with ease.
But at this moment, it felt impossibly heavy.
He exhaled deeply, eyes reddened, and slowly lifted the lid.
A-Man gasped, her pupils contracting.
“Mother… she’s unchanged… her body has not decayed!” Tears streamed down her face as she trembled.
Li Shu lay there as though asleep—far more vivid than any painting A-Man had ever drawn of her.
“After she returned from the mountains, she embroidered her wedding dress every day… yet she never got to wear it.”
“It was her obsession. Her regret. She couldn’t close her eyes even in death.”
“So Grandmother dressed her in it before burial.” The old woman had fought the village for this right.
Now, Li Shu lay in the coffin, wearing her bridal robes, like a slumbering princess awaiting her prince.
Yan Qing reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed her face.
“Li Shu, I’m here.”
“I’m sorry… I came too late.” His voice choked, his entire form trembling.
The moment those words fell—
The woman in the coffin, so lifelike, began to wither before his eyes.
Bit by bit, she crumbled into bones.
Beauty to bones—a haunting sight.
Even A-Man forgot to weep, staring blankly at the horror before her.
Her mother… had waited.
Until now.
Xie Yu Zhou wiped away his tears. “This is too heartbreaking…”
“A princess who waited her entire life for her true love—until even death could not claim her.”
Lu Chao Chao hugged her sword, expression dazed.
Love? She did not understand.
But waiting for a man, from life to death, even binding one’s corpse to that hope—
That shook her to the core.