*This fanfic does not follow the original timeline.
Mo Yuan awoke after a long 70,000 years of sleep. At his side waiting for him, sat his little Seventeenth disciple, with tears in her eyes. Si Yin, now Bai Qian, was the reason he worked to repair his shattered soul for all those long years. During his slumber, she’d grown into the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. Her fair porcelain skin, full luscious lips and her eyes that gleamed brightly when she looked at him. Seventeen was breathtaking. Her embrace was warm and Mo Yuan’s heart began to race, this was when he started to feel alive again.
After the first few days of his awakening, Mo Yuan had many unanswered questions and struggled to come to terms with the events that occurred during his long slumber. Finally, being back at Kunlun Mountain, Mo Yuan felt it was time to get answers the clues he needed to piece everything together. He assumed Zhe Yan could clarify some of the many questions clouding Mo Yuan’s head.
Zhe Yan knew his brother well enough to sense Mo Yuan was distracted. Zhe Yan walked into Mo Yuan’s room swinging four bottles of wine, but Mo Yuan knew he had more in his sleeves. Zhe Yan casually sat across from him.
“Mo Yuan, you haven’t been yourself since you’ve returned. I know you’re still trying to cope with things that took place during your slumber. I know you well enough to know something is bothering your mind. May I ask as to what it may be?”
Zhe Yan asked as he opened the first of the many bottles that would be consumed that night. After drinking several glasses of peach wine, Zhe Yan finally began to answer Mo Yuan’s questions.
“Why was I not buried in the Sea Of innocence?”
Mo Yuan asked while he slowly sipped at his wine. Zhe Yan let out a soft chuckle and replied,
“Well, that would be because of your beloved, Seventeen.”
Mo Yuan heard Si Yin, Mo Yuan’s seventeenth disciple, fed him blood from her heart for 70,000 years. She took his body to Qing Qiu and went into hiding for 70,000 years. 20,000 years after the Ghost Wars, Mo Yuan’s twin brother Ye Hua was born. Ye Hua the current Crown Prince of Celestial Heaven. He met and taken Seventeen for himself.
Si Yin, no… Bai Qian was engaged to marry Ye Hua. They met during a banquet at the Eastern Sea recently, yet A-Li a three-hundred-year-old immortal child termed Bai Qian as his mother. Zhe Yan was stalling and Mo Yuan was aware of this fact. Mo Yuan continued to let Zhe Yan drink much more wine, and waited patiently until his brother was ready to tell him things, that only liquid courage could bring to his lips.
“Xiao Wu was badly injured while resealing Qing Cang in the bell.”
Zhe Yan announced after finishing his 7th bottles of wine. During their battle, Qing Cang sealed Bai Qian’s memories, powers and left her at the foot of Mt Jinju as a mortal. During this time she’d somehow met Ye Hua and married in secrecy.
While Ye Hua was in the battle with the Mermaid clan, Bai Qian then known as the mortal SuSu was discovered by Heavenly Lord. He found her easily when she ran through the protective shield set up by Ye Hua. She was already carrying Ye Hua’s child at the time.
“I don’t know or want to know all the details”, Zhe Yan paused then cautiously added with a remorseful expression on his face.
“I bumped into Bai Qian while she was SuSu in Celestial Heaven.” Quickly, Mo Yuan turned his head towards Zhe Yan, “I didn’t recognize her half covered face. She was already blind.” Zhe Yan said as he looked down unable to meet Mo Yuan’s troubled gaze.
“There was an incident with Ghost tribe, Ghost Queen kidnapped A-Li and your body to make an elixir for her dead child. The battle inside Ghost Palace was an ambush, and Xiao Wu was injured.”
Zhe Yan stared in the air and tried to rearrange his thoughts.
“Ye Hua arrived late and Xiao Wu had already killed all the ghost soldiers, but he still managed to help Xiao Wu get your body and his son back. After Ye Hua settled everything, I had a conversation with him. He confessed to me that Xiao Wu was SuSu. He didn’t explain too much, but his pain and remorse were plain to see.”
“After that, I succeeded to gather information from Prince Lian Song, Ye Hua’s third uncle, he was and has been Ye Hua’s only confidante. I needed to waste few bottles of my precious new creation to make him talk.”
Zhe Yan looked annoyed again when he remembered, not being able to take a single taste of his creation. Before handing it over to Second Prince Lian Song.
“There was also Xiao Wu’s personal servant Nai Nai, she did not tell me directly, but I overheard her when she told Xiao Wu about Susu’s misfortunes.”
“What I’m aware of is the fact a terrible incident occurred where SuSu was unjustly framed.”
In order to save SuSu’s life, Ye Hua was forced to take SuSu’s eyes to replace Consort Su Jin’s damaged eyes. There was an altercation at Zhuxian Terrace. Ye Hua’s intentions were clear and understandable, but the anger in Mo Yuan began to stir and grow.
Only days after giving birth to A-Li, and with an upcoming marriage to Ye Hua only days away, she chose to jump from Zhuxian Terrace. Ye Hua, followed after her and was also gravely injured. Zhe Yan was looking for Bai Qian in Celestial Heaven when he heard of Ye Hua’s condition.
“I healed him but Ye Hua refused to wake up. He didn’t want to live. He’d lost his reason to live, he didn’t even consider he still had A-Li. Ye Hua remained in a coma for sixty years.”
Zhe Yan said as he looked at Mo Yuan who was utterly absorbed in the conversation.
“When I returned to my orchard, I found a wounded and bloodied Xiao Wu. When she regained consciousness the first thing she asked for was wine and my amnesia potion. Her only explanation was that it had something to do with her heavenly trial. Whatever she endured in Celestial Heaven was too much for her to endure and overcome.”
Zhe Yan paused, took a deep breath, and looked at Mo Yuan, who was glancing towards his open window. He couldn’t see Mo Yuan’s eyes but he could see the tension in his tightened jaw.
“She still doesn’t know A-li is her own child” Zhe Yan continued. “She doesn’t have any memories of her time with Ye Hua and her experiences at Celestial Heaven. She chose to forget about her newborn son than remember what she experienced.”
Mo Yuan sat quietly looking off into the distance while the fire inside him grew. He felt the weight of guilt and responsibility for his little Seventeen’s sufferings. He couldn’t help but feel anger towards his younger twin, Ye Hua.
“Why hasn’t Ye Hua told her the truth? How long does he mean to keep it from her?”
Asked Mo Yuan, his face firm with resolve. Zhe Yan uncrossed his legs and leaned back looking at the ceiling,
“Mo Yuan, you know Xiao Wu better than most. Her temper is unbeatable. Would you tell her if it meant losing her forever? Gaining Xiao Wu’s love back wasn’t an easy task for Ye Hua. He’s suffered much and still feels insecure about your relationship with Xiao Wu.” After a long sigh, Zhe Yan asked: “Does he have reason to worry, Mo Yuan?”
Mo Yuan vaguely heard Zhe Yan talking, when something else came into Mo Yuan’s thoughts. He thought of Bai Qian’s eyes. Her bright, beautiful eyes that gleamed when she looked at Mo Yuan. He took a deep breath in and paused before speaking
“Zhe Yan, does Seventeen have her eyes back or are they still being stored in Su Jin’s head?”
Before Zhe Yan could answer, Mo Yuan was already gone and headed in the direction of Celestial Heaven.
To be continued……….
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