577, Your aunt is inside, she has been waiting for you for a long time [First Update]_1

It's good that she's not dead, Lin Yi quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, he felt somewhat guilty deep inside. He could have returned to this small dimension in an instant, yet such an incident had still unfolded right before his eyes.

Apart from the quirks of dumb luck, Lin Yi was also too quick to trust what he saw with his own eyes. Of course, there was one last thing—he hadn't invested much thought into this small dimension.

The messages sent by Lin Jingyue were filled with too much of her emotion; in Lin Yi's world, there was Soul Land, there were the Myriad Realms, but in Lin Jingyue's world, the Ancestral Patriarch Lin Yi was everything.

"Where is she now?"

Lin Yi asked.

[The life force is too weak to accurately position, it can only be determined that she is in Pingyang City.]

Lin Yi: "…So she's not dead, just about to die, is that it?"

[Yes.]

"I'm f*cking…"

Lin Yi really wanted to pull out this System and give it a good slap or two for playing word games with him.

This System really deserved a beating.

He didn't care whether it was time for the morning court or not and walked straight toward the inside of the grand hall. The civil and military officials had just finished their salutations when they saw a lengthy shadow cast from the outside into the grand hall.

The emperor looked ahead, his eyes falling on Lin Yi's figure.

And the soldiers guarding the entrance reacted as if just coming to their senses, brandishing their weapons as they charged in.

A group of people surrounded Lin Yi, and one of them was frantically kowtowing to the emperor, admitting negligence and begging for punishment.

A man looking like the Prime Minister approached sternly, "How audacious! You dare to barge into the imperial court in broad daylight. Do you know the fate of a felon with intentions to assassinate?"

Lin Yi said indifferently, "I only know the emperor I'm acquainted with is not this guy."

The Prime Minister, angrily puffing his beard, retorted, "How dare you claim to recognize His Majesty?!"

"Shut up!!"

A voice from the young emperor came from behind, and the Prime Minister glared at Lin Yi, "Did you hear that? His Majesty has ordered you to shut up, wait to be interrogated!"

"I told you to shut up!"

The young emperor shouted.

The Prime Minister was startled and turned around, his expression somewhat surprised, "Ah? Your Majesty, are you speaking to this official?"

At that moment, the young emperor hastily ran down the steps, panicking and even excitedly rushing over.

He stared at Lin Yi, examining him carefully, even circling a few times in astonishment before asking, "Ancestral Patriarch?"

Lin Yi wanted to pick his nose, but he resisted the urge and looked down upon the young man, asking, "And who are you?"

The young emperor was extremely excited, "Look!"

He actually lifted his sleeve and used a spell on the spot, turning a soldier's clothes into tattered pieces that fell away.

The soldier ran out of the grand hall shirtless and screaming, while the emperor excitedly continued, "I am the son of an Immortal! The emperor that the Ancestral Patriarch met, that would be my aunt, right?!"

"Your aunt?"

"My mother's name is Lin Yuejiao!"

Lin Yi frowned, "The third one?"

He sized up the twenty-something young emperor and indeed found that this guy did bear some resemblance to the third one, Lin Yuejiao. Was he really the son of the third one?

Lin Jingyue had no descendants, so if she could no longer be the emperor, her third brother's son was quite suitable, and he also had a keen eye; among so many old-timers in this hall, it was he, the youngest, who recognized the Ancestral Patriarch.

Lin Yi was about to ask about Lin Jingyue when the emperor suddenly became serious and took Lin Yi's hand, walking and speaking, "Ancestral Patriarch, please follow me, there's someone you must meet!"

The morning court was directly adjourned.

A group of ministers looked at each other in shock and amazement.

The Prime Minister chased after them for a few steps: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"What is happening... Is that guy really the Ancestral Patriarch, that Ancestral Patriarch of countless rumors on the continent?!"

...

Stripping off the hat perched on his head, still wearing his imperial robe, the emperor led Lin Yi by the hand out of the imperial palace and onto the bustling streets outside the Imperial city.

Lin Yi, "Are you taking me to see Lin Jingyue?"

The Little Emperor was quite solemn and didn't say anything in reply, just continued leading Lin Yi forward with his head down.

His imperial robe attracted the gaze of many onlookers on the street; unavoidably, their focus also fell on Lin Yi, for Lin Yi's handsome appearance, coupled with his outshining aura, indeed attracted more attention than the emperor's imperial robe.

Already many people were reminded of the famous Ancestral Patriarch, after all, throughout Da Qian there were tens of thousands of statues of the Ancestral Patriarch, his visage was too memorable.

Passing through the bustling streets, there were fewer pedestrians around, and the houses on the side became simplistic and plain, as if having transitioned from a wealthy to a poor area in an instant.

Lin Yi, "After all, she is an Immortal, and a former emperor, yet she lives in such a place?"

The emperor finally stopped and explained, "It's not to do with me, it's my aunt's own wish; she said she preferred tranquillity."

Lin Yi, "..."

The two finally arrived at the entrance of a residence. The emperor knocked four times on the door in a slightly peculiar rhythm, and soon a maid opened it, her gaze landing on Lin Yi and looking pleasantly surprised.

"Ancestral Patriarch, my aunt is inside; she's been waiting for you for a long time."

Said the emperor, seemingly with no intention to enter.

Lin Yi nodded and was about to go in when his arm was again seized by the emperor, who pointed to his own head as if reminding, "My aunt is getting on in years, and her mind is not so sharp anymore, and her days are not many... If my aunt makes any requests of you, Ancestral Patriarch please do not refuse, I beg of you."

After saying this, he knelt down toward Lin Yi, not minding in the slightest that his immaculate imperial robe got soiled by the dust on the ground.

Lin Yi didn't respond and walked straight in.

He walked slowly, attracted by the scenery inside the courtyard.

In the small courtyard were even several statues of him; unlike the severe statues outside, these were smiling, and their exteriors were pristine as if they were wiped daily.

Besides, the courtyard was sown with vegetables and fruits, everywhere exuded a full rural ambience. If it were not for an emperor still kneeling outside, Lin Yi wouldn't have imagined this place was where one of the Four Immortals and a former Pirate Empress resided in her twilight years.

"The master is resting inside."

The maid bowed to Lin Yi and then led him into the room while she waited outside.

Lin Yi entered the room and through the light purple bed curtains saw a person lying on the bed.

It was an elderly woman with white hair and a face full of wrinkles, her eyes closed and complexion poor, yet from her face, one could still see the beauty and peerlessness of her youth.

Lin Yi raised his head to touch her white hair and gently sighed.

Lin Jingyue slowly opened her eyes, which, though slightly clouded, were already brimming with tears.

"Is this a dream?"

She asked with a trembling voice.

Lin Yi smiled, shaking his head. He sat by the bed and tucked Lin Jingyue's withered hand under the cover, "No, 240 years have passed, and as promised, I have come."