Breastfeeding

There were still plenty of things to take care of after giving birth.

"Let me help you."

I rolled my eyes furiously on the inside, but politely declined Ye Qingxian's kind offer.

What a joke.

I was about to breastfeed the baby. Was she going to stand there and watch?

That lingering sense of unease still haunted me.

Only with the little bundle tucked in my arms could I feel even slightly calmer.

It felt like something had just happened.

I pushed Ye Qingxian—who seemed a little too reluctant to leave—out of the cave dwelling.

I kindly slipped Qing Ye a few spirit stones and reminded her to go back and tend to her injuries.

The way Junior Sister spoke so gently and chatted and laughed with Qing Ye stung Ye Qingxian a little.

Although both of them were herself, what was with this sour, jealous feeling?

Ye Qingxian and Qing Ye exchanged a glance.

Sometimes, even the atmosphere around a single person could be downright strange.

Ye Qingxian had never been someone who didn't think things through.

She knew she shouldn't be here, and she knew that when everyone thought something was perfectly reasonable, that was often when it was strangest of all.

So a shadow fell across her face.

What had just happened?

Junior Sister shouldn't have finished giving birth this soon. Could someone have changed everyone's perception?

The former Immortal Lord, now Ye Daoyan, was Yangyang.

This wasn't the same as how most people understood reincarnation.

You couldn't say that Yangyang was the Immortal Lord's second life.

That was because Yangyang had awakened the memories of her past life when she was seven months old.

So.

It would be more accurate to say that the Immortal Lord was Yangyang's previous life.

The two statements sounded no different, but they clearly differed in which life came first.

Yangyang came first, and the Immortal Lord came after.

That was why she could accept her mother without reservation.

Take the Immortal Sect's countless subordinates, for instance. Weren't they just a pile of expendable pawns in her memories, ready to be used whenever she wanted?

This time, the deaths of so many subordinates had left the Immortal Sect somewhat weakened.

But it was no big deal.

Yangyang had no intention of directly inheriting the Immortal Sect's followers.

Her previous life had ended rather miserably, and she had countless old enemies.

The Myriad Dao Sect was an ancient sect on par with the Wuya Sect. Who would dare provoke it lightly?

Taking over the Immortal Sect's remaining territory was tantamount to inheriting its old enemies.

She could use the Immortal Sect's people in secret, but Yangyang had never once considered openly returning to become its Immortal Lord or anything of the sort.

Back in my room, I took off my clothes and looked at my precious daughter. She'd been awake for a while, blinking at me and grinning like a little fool.

I looked at myself, then could only steel myself against the embarrassment and pick her up.

The bond that came with the continuation of life filled me with awe at its wonders. At the same time, the subtle sense of responsibility that came with being a new mother stirred within me, and my movements softened unconsciously.

It was my first time giving birth.

The birth manual clearly covered pretty much every aspect of the process.

I had at least made it through middle school, so I wasn't exactly illiterate.

It was my first time feeding the baby.

The book called it "initiating lactation." I didn't know how else to describe it, so I just followed the instructions and got on with it.

There definitely wouldn't be much breast milk.

Oh well. At least it'd save me a little money—I wouldn't have to feed her so much Spirit Milk.

I yawned. I was exhausted after giving birth.

The baby kept staring at me, and I had no idea what she wanted.

She'd cry if she was hungry, right? Since she wasn't crying, I figured she wasn't hungry yet and ignored her little eyes for the moment.

I tidied up the messy bed and placed her on the other side. The moment my head touched the pillow, I was so tired that I fell fast asleep.

Seeing that Mommy had fallen asleep, little Yangyang suddenly stretched out her tiny hand and poked the face of the figure beside her.

She really was a baby who'd inherited the Female Protagonist's talents. Even at birth, she'd already shown how special she was. She neither cried nor fussed, and she was very perceptive. Knowing her mother was sleeping, she withdrew her chubby little hand and stared at the ceiling with her big, round eyes, studying it over and over. Eventually, she played herself tired and fell asleep.

Five hours passed.

To be precise, the little one's noise woke me up. As soon as she saw my eyes open, she stretched out her arms and babbled.

I couldn't take the noise anymore, so I took out the Spirit Milk I'd prepared and fed her a little. Then my head lolled to the side and I fell asleep again.

I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Preferably, no one would come bother me.

I didn't even have time to check the system interface.

After eating, Yangyang stopped crying and lay nearby, eagerly trying to roll over by herself.

Even at such a young age, she could already think things through.

She just couldn't talk yet.

Mommy was already so tired, so she wasn't looking after Yangyang carefully.

She could wait until Mommy woke up before eating again.

With that thought, the little one finally felt a bit better.

Don't let her tiny size fool you—she had quite the temper.

Hadn't she dared to spar with Ye Xiaoyao using her little feet through a layer of belly before she was even born?

The next day, daylight streamed in.

I'd finally slept enough. I'd just stretched when I noticed the little one had wet my bed.

Good thing I'd already used a cultivation-world diaper. With a simple Purification Technique, it instantly turned into a magical artifact that could be reused.

"Eeya." She blinked at me, babbling as if she were trying to say something.

I couldn't understand what she was saying, so I assumed she was hungry again. I picked her up and simply breastfed her myself.

"Eeya, eeya, cough, cough."

The little one didn't seem to want to drink.

Instead, she choked on the milk, so I reached out and rubbed her back.

Smack—

The little one had just choked badly. She kept wiping her mouth with one hand, while the other came up and gave my arm a little smack.

It wasn't a hard slap, but it was crisp.

I froze.

Had I—just been hit?

"Eeya, eeya." She kept waving her arms at me, as if she were complaining about something.

"Hungry again...?" I tilted my head and took out a bottle. "Let's try a different flavor."

The moment she saw the bottle in my hand, the little one's mouth puckered.

Then she burst into tears, her voice nearly shattering the heavens.

I panicked.

No, seriously, what did she want?

Couldn't she just talk?

If this went on much longer, I was going to cry too.

Seeing my bewilderment, the little one sniffled and stopped crying, but she was still babbling and reaching her arms out to me.

"Hungry again—?"

Before I could finish, I saw her mouth already starting to pucker.

The Great Devil King's wisdom was returning!

Wait—

Could she just want me to hold her?

Half-believing it, I picked her up. The whole world finally fell silent. Yangyang smiled sweetly in my arms, her little hands playing with a few decorations on my clothes.

I stopped paying attention to my daughter.

My expression gradually turned serious. Building my career was important.

After all, I was the great Devil King who only wanted to rule the world.

I absolutely couldn't forget my mission. I immediately opened the system panel to check the talents I'd improved.