It was already rather late. Naturally, Yi Shuyuan could not ask the Yi Household to prepare dinner for him, so he said he had eaten outside and returned to his room to rest.
He had not been lying in bed long when Hui Mian darted back through the window with a large chicken drumstick in his mouth, landed beside the pillow, and began gnawing on it.
"Sir, that lotus really is on the little boat? A child could pluck it away with a scoop net?"
Hui Mian's question struck straight at the heart of the matter. Yi Shuyuan naturally understood the connection too. He glanced at him as he spoke, casually tore a piece of meat from the gnawed side of the drumstick Hui Mian held, and put it in his mouth to savor.
"The child's father and He Xin were twins. In their mother's womb, he too was affected by the moonlight's spiritual energy within her. By this generation, the boy might possess a little spiritual sensitivity, but nothing particularly outstanding."
Yi Shuyuan continued.
"Spiritual treasures are born extraordinary. The Heavenly Dao is impartial and does not rob them of their destiny, yet it is also without feeling and cannot easily permit perfection in all things. Three blossoms were too many; only one could remain. Without that child, something else would have happened. A grass carp might even have eaten them."
That was not to say three blossoms could never grow. Like Yi Shuyuan's own Dao, achieving fruition would be extraordinarily difficult.
"As the saying goes, Heaven's way takes from excess to replenish deficiency, thereby perfecting the Dao's work and its boundless virtue. Yet the reverse also holds true: the deeper the Dao implication, the heavier the tribulation!"
With those words, Yi Shuyuan had lightly touched upon the entire