God Emperor Qinghe's home.
God Emperor Qinghe sat in the garden with a woman in his arms.
This woman looked seventy percent similar to Qingqing, but without Qingqing's youthful innocence. Instead, she possessed a mature, seductive charm.
She was Qingqing's mother, God Emperor Qinghe's only wife, Qing Ya!
Just then, Qing Ya's clear, pleasant voice rang out. "What's wrong with that girl Qingqing!? The moment she came back, she locked herself in her room."
God Emperor Qinghe said angrily, "It's all that brat's fault. The precious daughter I raised for a hundred years was snatched away by him just like that."
Qing Ya immediately perked up. "You mean Qingqing fell in love!?"
God Emperor Qinghe froze slightly. "What kind of expression is that!? You look like you're really hoping Qingqing falls in love!?"
Qing Ya said resentfully, "Of course! Ever since that girl Qingqing was born, all your attention has been on her. You don't care about me at all. Naturally, I hope she gets married quickly so we can go back to our life as a couple."
God Emperor Qinghe was speechless. His wife was actually jealous of their daughter. That was certainly something new.
Qing Ya covered her lips and giggled. "Look at that expression. You actually believed me!"
God Emperor Qinghe said with a headache, "Xiao Ya, you're already a mother. Be more mature!"
Qing Ya quickly pressed, "Forget whether I'm mature or not. Hurry up and tell me, what's that boy like!? How's his character? What's his family background? How old is he? What cultivation does he have now? What are his parents like..."
God Emperor Qinghe darkened his face. "That brat has the thickest skin I've ever seen. He's probably around a hundred and twenty years old, and his cultivation is at the Upper Saint