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Why is it that despite being a martial arts failure, he is still respectfully referred to as "Young Hero" by the Jianghu people?
Why is it that when he first met Hongxiu, she treated him so rudely, yet he could endure it all?
Why is it that no matter how domineering and unreasonable He Wanwan is, he cannot bring himself to be angry with her?
Because he was once the number one swordsman in the world. Four years ago, after a battle with Miao Qingshan, his skills were lost, but his former reputation lingered. Because He Hongxiu was the woman he once loved deeply, and for her, he was willing to give up his martial arts. Because Wan Wan is three years old this year and is his daughter...
It turns out that all along, he was the lucky man deeply loved by He Hongxiu. However, in losing his martial arts, he also lost his memories; those tender moments were left behind in the depths of time.
Hongxiu's anxious voice came from far away: "Zhao Qixian, what’s wrong? Wake up..."
Zhao Qixian opened his eyes in response and met Hongxiu's tear-streaked face. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes and smiled, "Hongxiu, I still prefer it when you call me Husband."
He Hongxiu, who had been sobbing, was momentarily stunned. She widened her eyes and asked, "Zhao Qixian, are you okay?"
He lightly tapped her forehead with his finger. "I remember everything from before. And please call me Husband."
He Wanwan ran out from the back hall, frightened by the fight between Zhao Xiaotian and Miao Qingshan. She choked out, "Uncle, please stop fighting! Mother said good children shouldn’t bully others..."
Miao Qingshan retreated in surprise and delight. "Wan Wan, you actually called me Uncle..."
Since birth, He Wanwan had only known her Mother and never had an A Die (grandfather), so she stubbornly referred to her uncle as Father to show that her parents were both present.
With a clear mind, Zhao Qixian glanced at his furious father before leaning close to Wan Wan's ear and whispering a few words...
Zhao Xiaotian looked at the little girl clinging to his leg with a mix of fear and confusion. Did she just call him "Grandpa"? Those sparkling big eyes did resemble his son's when he was young... He stole a glance at He Hongxiu's phoenix eyes... Could it be that this little girl really is his "granddaughter"?
"How old are you?" Unconsciously, his fierce tone softened.
"Three years old," Wan Wan's voice rang out, bright and clear.
Three years. Zhao Xiaotian felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
Four years ago, Zhao Qixian had left without a word to venture into the world, only to return with his martial arts crippled and his memories lost. No matter how many questions he asked, he could not uncover what had happened during his absence. Could it be that he had become entangled with this evil cult, the Demoness? What a tragedy, truly a tragedy!
"Little girl, what's your name?" Zhao Xiaotian squatted down and softened his voice to speak with Wan Wan.
Meanwhile, Miao Qingshan turned to He Hongxiu and said, "Sister, you have suffered all these years."
He Hongxiu resented him for crippling her beloved's martial arts and had left Miaoyin Pavilion while pregnant, establishing her own path. For all these years, she had raised Wan Wan alone, while her brother could never bring himself to swallow his pride and ask her to return.
Hongxiu's eyes reddened slightly as she avoided looking at Miao Qingshan. "Miao Qingshan, don't think that I will forgive you just like this... You are the one who caused me to end up like this; you are the one who harmed Zhao Qixian... I will never forget!"
Miao Qingshan looked at Zhao Qixian with a complex expression. "Good and evil cannot coexist. If I had to do it all over again, I would still not allow you to be with him... But now," he turned his face away, "he has lost his martial arts for you, and you have suffered so much for him. Your matters are no longer my concern!" With that, he turned and walked away as if afraid of regretting his words.
As Miao Qingshan left in a huff, Zhao Xiaotian awkwardly asked Zhao Qixian, "When will you return to Idle Manor?"
Zhao Qixian sighed. "My son can't bear to part with Wan Wan..."
Zhao Xiaotian snorted and added, "Then bring Wan Wan back with you!" Zhao Qixian winked at Wan Wan, who immediately chirped, "Grandpa, I want to be with Mother!"
Zhao Xiaotian waved his sleeve and walked toward the door. Just as he stepped over the threshold, he looked up at the sky and said stiffly, "Let's come back together!"
Zhao Qixian asked Hongxiu, "You have the surname He; why does your brother have the surname Miao?"
Hongxiu shot him a glance. "Who says he has the surname Miao? His surname is He... Just because he is the Governing Lord of Miaoyin Pavilion, Jianghu people habitually call him Miao Qingshan. To show that I have nothing to do with him, of course I must call him Miao Qingshan too."
"Do you have any idea how much jealousy I've felt because of this?!" Zhao Qixian exclaimed.
Holding a candied hawthorn, Zhao Qixian tried to entice He Wanwan—oh no, it was little Zhao Wanwan—to call him "Daddy."
Wan Wan pouted, "A Die..."
Zhao Qixian excitedly turned to Hongxiu, "Wan Wan just called me A Die!"
He Hongxiu, lounging on the beauty couch, replied, "No, she clearly called you 'stepfather.'"
Zhao Qixian looked puzzled. "Really?"
He Hongxiu laughed, "Yes!"
Zhao Qixian urged Wan Wan, "Call me again so I can hear."
Zhao Wanwan shot him a disdainful glance, made a face at him, and then jumped into He Hongxiu's arms. "Mother..."
He Hongxiu patted her, and the two of them—one big and one small—turned their faces toward him, both wearing expressions of disdain. Zhao Qixian couldn't help but laugh.
He truly wished time could stand still, and that life could remain this peaceful.
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