Drink more hot water.
What golden words of wisdom, brimming with Meng Chuan's deepest blessings for Ye Fan.
Unfortunately, Ye Fan failed to appreciate Meng Chuan's good intentions. Instead, he withdrew into himself a little.
The Female Emperor's long list of instructions was one thing. After all, she had known Meng Chuan since the dawn of her Attainment of the Dao. They went way back.
Though their relationship had never changed into anything else, Ye Fan could tell it was a little different from an ordinary friendship.
He couldn't compare. He just couldn't.
As fellow heirs, Wushi and the Azure Emperor had both been granted opportunities long before the Eternal Ages, left for them to claim after their Immortal Ascension.
Ye Fan had secretly been looking forward to his own message, only to receive a single sentence—and such a perfunctory one at that.
Heavenly Emperor Ye heard it and his heart broke. Heavenly Emperor Ye heard it and wept, then drowned his sorrows late into the night.
Wushi and the Azure Emperor kept straight faces. They were both seasoned actors.
"Nothing else?" Ye Fan asked Zhang Sanfeng, unwilling to give up.
"No." Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, then paused. "Actually, another message just came."
"What?" Hope flared anew in Ye Fan's eyes, like embers rising from the ashes.
"Drink more hot water. Drink it by the big bowlful, in great gulps."
The light vanished from Ye Fan's eyes again.
Sure enough, a new favorite had replaced the old. Once Meng Chuan had found a better heir, he had forgotten all about Ye Fan.
Back then, Meng Chuan had even changed Ye Fan's bedsheets and called him Little Fan-Fan. Now all he got was "drink more hot water."
"Hahahaha!" Lu Mingfei was laughing so hard his face had twisted out of