Son, Please Don't Blame Your Dad

The clan official was somewhat excited to see Si Lin finally appear on the trial platform.

He had just turned around to say to his clan Clan Leader, "The young Clan Leader has finally arrived," when he froze on the spot before he could even utter a word.

What did he see?

The Clan Leader was suddenly holding a small child!

The child looked to be no more than four or five years old.

Her short, jet-black hair lay softly against her face, her eyes were large and bright, and her cheeks still had a touch of baby fat.

At this moment, the other person was nestled comfortably in Si Ting's arms, their small hands resting naturally on the Clan Leader chief's expensive clothing.

The clan affairs official's mind went completely blank.

When did this child appear?

No, it should be, how come this child is so adorable?

Still, something's not right. It should be: when did the clan Clan Leader get a child in his arms?

Could it be... could this be the Clan Leader's illegitimate son?

He shook his head violently, banishing the disrespectful conjecture from his mind.

The clan official forced himself to tear his gaze away from the exquisitely beautiful little child and turned with difficulty to Si Ting.

"Clan Leader, this... this person... is... who is..."

Even the usually composed and self-possessed clan official could barely speak.

So much so that he didn't even notice his family's usually composed Clan Leader.

His cheeks were now covered with a blush he had never seen before.

Si Ting's hands trembled slightly.

"Is this... alright?"

Why is it not good?

Wuma Xiu nestled comfortably in Si Ting's arms, tilting his little face up.

Those amber eyes shimmered with a pale gold in the sunlight.

Looking at his matter-of-fact manner, Si Ting felt as if her heart had been struck hard by something soft.

He reached out and grabbed at nothing.

A pile of Flowing Light Gemstone tinkled and fell into his palm.

Feather Crystal, Purple Amber, Moon White Stone, Sun Gold Obsidian...

The Gemstones that commanded exorbitant prices outside now resembled a handful of colorful glass beads picked up from the roadside, held carefully in Si Ting's palm and presented to Wuma Xiu.

May I have the honor of knowing your recent preferences?

Wuma Xiu didn't even glance at the Gemstone that were nothing special to him. He casually picked one up, twirled it in front of his eyes, then placed it back in Si Ting's palm, saying, "I thought you had forgotten me."

The reason he arrived early this time was not only because the coronation was his duty.

It was also because he had been asleep for too long before.

So much time had passed that he would occasionally wonder if the races he had once protected still remembered a Goddess of Beauty. Si Lin's words on the spaceship only deepened this thought in his mind.

Even the dignified young Clan Leader didn't know that the Jade Qilin Clan was blessed by the Goddess of Beauty.

Perhaps the Jade Qilin Clan has even stopped worshipping his Deity Statue.

So this time, Wuma Xiu is here to make his presence known again.

Si Ting paused slightly in the hand holding the Gemstone, and Killing Intent suddenly erupted from the depths of his dark eyes.

The air pressure around them seemed to drop slightly.

"How could that be?! God, where did you hear these rumors? Tell me, and I'll chop that person up right now."

Who on earth dares to spread such rumors, making them appear before the Gods as ungrateful traitors who have betrayed their faith?

Wuma Xiu picked up another Moonstone, examined it against the light for a moment, and then casually put it back.

"Isn't that your son? But last time I saw him doing a side job, I thought you guys were really poor. So, I brought him a gift."

The boomerang eventually flew back and hit Si Ting.

He held his hands full of Gemstone, maintaining that respectful posture, with only one thought in his mind:

Sure enough, we should have caught that brat back then, finished his lessons first, and then thrown him out.

No, we won't throw it out after class.

He should be locked up in the ancestral hall and made to copy the clan rules a hundred times.

No food until you finish copying.

Now look what's happened. He served as Major General in the Federation for ten years, and the first thing he did upon returning was to make his father die before God.

Si Ting took a deep breath to calm himself.

He shoved the handful of Gemstone into the clan official's hands, freeing his hands to solemnly bow his head towards Wuma Xiu in his arms:

"It's my fault for not raising my son well; I'm sorry you had to see this."

The thought that Si Ting had already let go of was now brought up again.

As expected, that brat will continue to be the young Clan Leader.

Let's focus on being a good young Clan Leader first. And those other courses—I need to finish them soon!

Ha, you still want to be the Clan Leader? Dream on!

"He's alright, just too young."

Wuma Xiu spoke casually, his chubby little hands idly fiddling with the Blue Amber cufflink adorning Si Ting's sleeve.

He wasn't particularly interested in a young boy who hadn't fully grown up yet.

It's fun to tease someone occasionally and see them blush and become flustered, but that's about it.

Si Ting's ears twitched slightly.

His face remained respectful and composed, but his heart skipped a beat.

He lowered his eyes and asked:

"Then God, what do you think of me... what do you think of me?"

"Good."

Wuma Xiu tilted his little face up and looked at him seriously.

He didn't consider status or position when he made his selection.

These things meant nothing to him.

He chose the best-looking person in the room.

Si Ting's face was top-tier even among the Jade Qilin Clan, where beauties abounded. When he sat on the high platform, all the jewels and jewels in the room became mere background.

"Then... may I have the honor of serving you?"

Si Ting held his breath when he asked that question.

Since the god fell into slumber, the successive Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan have envied the Clan Leader who first followed the god and was personally bestowed with Dark Night by the god.

That's an honor so great that it deserves its own page in the family genealogy.

No, it should be said that this is a thousand times more honorable than having a separate page in the family genealogy.

For them, this is what supreme glory is.

"Stay by my side?"

Wuma Xiu stood up from his arms, his small figure standing steadily. His amber eyes looked Siting up and down, then Si Ting nodded.

"That's possible, but what about the clan's affairs?"

The current Clan Leader of the Jade Qilin Clan is no longer the one who didn't need to do anything and only needed to serve the gods.

They have so much to do.

If the Clan Leader is taken away rashly, the Jade Qilin Clan will likely descend into chaos.

Si Ting raised his hand, his index finger pointing steadily at the two people on the stage, and said, "Today I am electing Clan Leader."

Just seconds before, Si Ting was thinking of locking his son in the ancestral hall to copy the clan rules, but now he was in an extremely good mood.

Son, please don't blame your dad.

--It's because God thinks you're small.