Chapter Eleven: The Brat Who Dared to Urinate on the Demon God Emperor
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The old saying that a delivery chamber was unclean, and that a man who entered would invite misfortune, could never apply to the Crown Princess.
One was the heir to the Heaven-Defying Demon Clan; the other was a consort who bore children and gave birth to imperial blood. They were fundamentally different.
When Feng Xiu burst into the delivery chamber and witnessed Bai Yue giving birth, his eyes reddened. The only other time he had ever shed tears was when he stood before the tomb of his beloved, Bai Lingxuan.
“Yue’er, we’re not having any more children. No more!” Feng Xiu said, heartbroken.
Bai Yue’s forehead was slick with sweat as she cried out in agony. The memory of giving birth to Haochen was so distant that she had forgotten how dangerous it had been.
Hearing her father say they would stop, Bai Yue widened her phoenix eyes and angrily scolded him, “You foolish old man, remember this well: Haochen is my lifeblood. If you dare harm him, I’ll fight you to the death!”
Her father was wise and mighty, yet he always managed to lose his wits at crucial moments. How could anyone give birth halfway and simply decide to stop?
She gritted her teeth and steeled her heart. At last, the child’s head emerged.
“Waaah, waaah, waaah!”
The infant’s piercing cries proved that he was healthy.
Feng Xiu held the newborn in his arms, his face full of disdain. “How ugly. He didn’t inherit even a trace of Yue’er’s beauty.”
Bai Yue glared at her father. “If you think your grandson is ugly, then stop holding him and refusing to let go.”
“I’m his mother, and I haven’t even held him yet! Besides, all newborns are wrinkled. He’ll look better once he grows a little.”
Feng Xiu gave an awkward smile. “Yue’er, you’ve just given birth and your body is weak. Don’t hold him.”
Though Feng Xiu complained that his grandson was ugly, inwardly he could not have been happier. When Agares and Vashak received word that Bai Yue had given birth to a big, healthy boy and hurried to the Demon God Palace, they found their elder brother coaxing the little infant.
Little Haochen lay in a specially made rocking cradle while Feng Xiu waved a rattle before his eyes.
The baby blinked his large eyes and gazed at him in innocent confusion. Feng Xiu beamed with pride as he bragged, “Look how clever and sharp-witted my grandson is! Those eyes were carved from the same mold as mine.”
Agares and Vashak exchanged a glance, both wearing helpless expressions.
They suddenly remembered how, after they had first acknowledged Bai Yue as their niece, their elder brother had been just as tireless in sharing the joy of finding his daughter again.
“Big Brother, has Yue’er chosen a name for the child?” Vashak asked with a smile.
“Haochen. Yue’er chose it long ago, but I think it sounds too human.” Feng Xiu frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the name.
“Too human?” Agares asked, bewildered.
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“Morning means the sun, and bright means the light of dawn. Isn’t that the slogan humans repeat every day?” Feng Xiu said matter-of-factly.
“There’s something else I’m worried about. I’m afraid Yue’er still has some attachment to Haochen’s birth father.”
“Otherwise, why would she give her grandson that name?”
After hearing Feng Xiu’s explanation, Agares and Vashak’s hearts lurched as they understood their elder brother’s concern.
Haochen’s biological father was Long Xingyu, a Divine Seal Knight hailed as the finest of the younger generation in the Temple Alliance. He also bore the title Dawn Knight.
Thinking about it that way, wasn’t the “dawn” in Haochen’s name taken from the Dawn Knight?
In his previous life, Haochen’s name had indeed originated from that title. But in this life, Bai Yue had not the slightest lingering attachment to Long Xingyu. She had kept Haochen’s name solely because of System Six-Six’s objection.
[Host, Long Haochen is the Child of Destiny. His name cannot be changed, or it will affect his fortune.]
[Host, if you truly dislike the name, you may give the Child of Destiny a demon name for use within the demon race. It can also serve as his public identity when he travels among them.]
Unfortunately, Bai Yue was hopeless at naming things. She had racked her brains for ages, yet even by the time Long Haochen was born, she still had not settled on a demon name.
Huang Shuo entered respectfully and reported, “Your Majesty, Her Highness the Crown Princess asks you to choose a demon name for His Highness from among these options.”
He handed over a list of names. Feng Xiu opened it, and the corner of his mouth twitched faintly.
Agares and Vashak leaned over curiously. Suppressing their laughter, Vashak said, “Big Brother, Yue’er’s talent for naming things is truly of the same lineage as yours.”
Feng Xiu deliberately straightened his face and snapped, “What of it? I think the names Yue’er chose are perfectly good!”
“An’er, Yun’er, Chen’er, Yu’er…”
“They’re obviously only nicknames, chosen for convenience.”
“I think Yu is quite good. A-Yu, Yu’er—both are easy to say.”
Agares could not resist commenting, “The last time you named A’Bao, you insisted it was only a nickname as well. Yet when he was entered into the family register, that was still the name he ended up with.”
“What is wrong with a name that means precious treasure?” Feng Xiu retorted righteously.
“No matter how pleasant the names they choose now may be, whoever inherits the throne will eventually have to change their name to Feng Xiu.”
With a grand wave of his hand, Feng Xiu circled the characters Yu’er and had Huang Shuo take the list back to Bai Yue.
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And so, Long Haochen’s demon name was decided in a hasty fashion. Compared with his uncle A’Bao’s name, at least his included a surname, making it somewhat less ridiculous.
Feng Bao. It sounded even softer and cuter than Feng Yu.
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The days spent raising a child often passed swiftly. Before they knew it, two years had gone by.
Long Haochen was just learning to walk, and the first word he spoke was “Grandfather.” The demon he clung to most in his daily life was also Feng Xiu.
Bai Yue was delighted to see the grandfather and grandson grow so close. She simply refused to believe that, once her father learned of Haochen’s contract with the reincarnation of Heavenly Wrath, he would still have the heart to kill his grandson with such a bond of blood between them.
[Host, it has been two years since the Child of Destiny, Long Haochen, was born. The storyline of The Throne of Seal is gradually unfolding.]
[Friendly reminder, Host: the time you have left to remain among the demons is limited. Once Long Haochen turns three, you must return to Odin Town, or the storyline will develop a bug and become impossible to continue.]
The days Bai Yue spent among the demons were the happiest she had known in all these years. She had even forgotten all about the man named Long Xingyu.
It seemed the time had come for her to enter the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Pillar, awaken her bloodline, and begin cultivating.
Bai Yue told Feng Xiu of her plans. He thumped his chest and promised, “Go without worry, my daughter. Your father will look after Haochen for you.”
Bai Yue glanced at the little scoundrel sleeping so soundly on the Demon God Emperor’s throne that he was utterly oblivious to the world. He had even wet the throne, soaking Feng Xiu’s robes in the process.
She truly felt at ease leaving Haochen in her father’s care.
Across the entire Sacred and Demon Continent, the little rascal who dared to pee on the Demon God Emperor was likely the only one with both the courage and the distinction to do so.
Within the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Pillar, awakening one’s bloodline required bathing in a blood pool. The blood in that pool had all been left behind by successive Demon God Emperors, and was used to strengthen the bloodline concentration of their descendants.
For that reason, no one but the heir to the demon throne was permitted to enter. Feng Xiu, however, had never told Bai Yue this.
In Feng Xiu’s eyes, the position of heir belonged to Yue’er and no one else. If he entrusted it to another demon, he feared Yue’er might be bullied in the future.