The three of them dashed up to the floor where Jiang Ding's Household apartment was, looking rather like they were fleeing in defeat.
Empress Fusang and Gong Caiyu cast rather strange looks at the Human Emperor.
Pretending to be young?
That guy had been pretending to be young just now, hadn't he?
Trying to turn himself into a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old child, then calling some sixty- or seventy-year-old little fellow "sir"—he had truly thrown his dignity to the dogs!
"Cough, cough."
"Courtesy was something my mother always taught me. Don't be surprised."
Jiang Ding's expression returned to calmness.
He took out the key and inserted it into the lock of the front door, then turned to the two women. "I haven't been back in over three million years. There might be a lot of dust in the house."
"Be careful."
"Mhm, mhm, understood, Your Majesty."
Fusang nodded repeatedly in an adorable manner.
"Then I'm opening the door."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath and turned the handle.
There was no dust carpeting the floor as he had imagined.
That was because the entire house had already been filled with dust, compressed solid into something like clods of earth. It could be said that it was no different from having been buried underground.
"Uh..."
Jiang Ding was somewhat stunned.
Could three million years of dust truly settle into soil and fill up, burying an entire three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment?
This place held great significance for him. Many of the Human Emperor's instincts had unconsciously sealed themselves away, making the humanity on him stand out all the more.
"Soft Persimmon, Caiyu, give me a hand."
Jiang Ding called out, "At the very least, when my mother wakes up, I want her to see a home roughly like the one from when she went