Dear Father, Must You Abandon Your Husband and Child After Ascending?

Jun Jie Wu and Li Zhuo Chen spent decades as husband and wife in the mortal realm. Thanks to Jun Jie Wu's unusual constitution, they even had a son. Then, in a single day, they returned to the Heavenly Court, only to discover that it had all been a tribulation of love, a dream of yellow millet. A thunderclap boomed, shaking the Ninth Heaven. The immortals rushed over to see what had happened, only to learn that Immortal Lords Jie Wu and Zhuo Chen, who had descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulations, had returned to their rightful places. Having returned from their trials, both had ascended to High Godhood, and the immortals all offered their congratulations. But the two gods in question looked more miserable than the other. High God Zhuo Chen seemed lost in thought, while High God Jie Wu turned his face away outright. Siming, the only one who knew the truth, merely waved his fan and smiled without a word. Jun Jie Wu came back to himself. “...Fine. Our mortal ties have been severed. From now on, we each go our own way...” Li Zhuo Chen's eyes curved into a smile. “What are you talking about, honey? What's the point of being an immortal if you can't enjoy having a wife and kids at home?” And so the immortals noticed a tall figure had appeared at the side of High God Jie Wu, who had always kept to himself and had a notoriously bad temper. Jun Jie Wu was fed up with the pestering, and his expression grew colder by the day. ...But High God Jie Wu, who had once ground a lecher to dust with a single spell, never actually laid a hand on him. The immortals exchanged knowing looks. After seven hundred years of getting the cold shoulder from his wife, and not even managing to hold his hand once, High God Zhuo Chen finally decided to give up. He drained the last jug of immortal wine, tossed it into the sea of clouds, and gave a self-deprecating laugh. “All right, then. If our mortal ties are over, they're over. He can have his peace, and I'll have mine. Immortals live for ages. Who can't go on without whom?” A few days later, Siming strolled into Li Zhuo Chen's hall and remarked as if it were nothing, “I hear there's been trouble at Lingwu Palace today. High God Jie Wu seems to have had an accident while forging a weapon and brought down half of a side hall. The attendants say they saw blood on his hand...” Li Zhuo Chen shot to his feet, knocking over the teacup on the table with his sleeve. The next moment, though, he forced himself to stop and slowly sat back down, turning his face away with a cold snort. “...What does that have to do with me?” His wound would heal on its own in less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea. When the news reached Jun Jie Wu, the other half of the side hall collapsed too. From then on, the two High Gods were completely locked in a cold war. One shut himself away, while the other never set foot in Lingwu Palace again. The immortals, who had watched from the sidelines for seven hundred years, privately mused: It seemed this seven-year itch really was impossible to get over. One day, another bolt of heavenly lightning struck, shaking the Ninth Heaven once more. The thunder was as loud as it had been when the two High Gods returned to their rightful places. Clearly, this was a remarkably gifted Divine Lord. The gods rode their immortal beasts and clouded their way to the entrance of the Upper Heavens. When the lightning faded, a young Divine Lord stood there. He scratched his head and grinned. “Greetings, fellow immortals! May I ask, are my dad, Li Zhuo Chen, and my mom, Jun Jie Wu, here?” [Suave, shameless old rascal of an aggressive top × prickly, beautiful, domestic bottom] Reader's guide: 1v1, each other's first love, with the plot and romance given equal weight. Overall, it's bittersweet but sweet, not an angst-heavy story. The bottom avoids attachment early on for various reasons, but their feelings for each other are very much mutual. Neither lead is perfect, and this is not a story for people who are intensely devoted to one character's side. The scenes featuring the top, bottom, and their kid in the blurb are two parallel parts, not a timeline. The title may change often. The author is committed to being absurd about this sort of thing (just kidding), so please add it to your favorites to avoid losing track of it. Anti-piracy measures are in place, with 80%-90% of the story locked during serialization. Please enjoy the story peacefully and discuss it kindly. I don't accept writing advice. Thank you~ Coming soon: The Emperor Insists on Having His Way. If you enjoy pregnant beauties | everyday childrearing | childhood friends to lovers | forced possession | loving and hating each other | the ultimate push and pull of an old married couple, please add it to your favorites. Here's the blurb: Qi Heng and Shen Yanshu shared a bed from childhood, and their bond as childhood friends grew deep over fifteen years. One was the decisive and ruthless crown prince, while the other was the peerlessly handsome son of the Grand Tutor. After ascending the throne, Qi Heng faced a struggle for imperial power. Defying the opposition of the entire realm, he used an iron fist to pave the way with red silk, forcibly locking Shen Yanshu into the empress's position and marrying him as his male empress. On their wedding night, Shen Yanshu nearly plunged a dagger into his heart. The next day, Qi Heng appeared at court with a bright red handprint on his face. The court officials trembled with fear. They all said the empress hated the emperor to the bone, and that the two would surely be locked in a fight to the death from then on! After the wedding, Shen Yanshu was certain he hated Qi Heng with every fiber of his being, but he couldn't break the habits he had formed while growing up with him. The elegant, aloof Mr. Shen, who was always so composed around others, was the only one who acted “abnormally” around Qi Heng. Whenever Qi Heng raised a hand, Shen Yanshu instinctively leaned into his arm. Whenever Qi Heng bent down, Shen Yanshu instinctively hooked an arm around his neck and climbed onto his back. Now that Qi Heng was “humiliating” him like this, Shen Yanshu decided to break, bit by bit, the bad habits Qi Heng had instilled in him. Shen Yanshu coldly tossed aside the pastries Qi Heng insisted on feeding him while reviewing memorials. He forced himself to eat even the foods he disliked without changing expression. At night, he would rather add two thick quilts than let anyone pull him into their arms. The old eunuch who served him was terrified. Yet he also saw Shen Yanshu quietly point out the flaws in a scheme court officials had laid for Qi Heng; press his lips together and finish reviewing the remaining memorials when Qi Heng fell asleep at his desk from exhaustion; and have medicinal soup sent over when Qi Heng's old illness flared up, all while maintaining a cold expression and insisting the Imperial Medical Bureau had taken it upon themselves. The old eunuch cried out that he couldn't make heads or tails of it. Until one day, Shen Yanshu was dining before a table full of delicacies when a sudden wave of nausea rose in his throat. He turned aside and retched. Qi Heng's expression changed drastically, and he immediately summoned the imperial physician. The elderly physician took his pulse with trembling hands, then dropped to his knees with a thud and stammered, “C-Congratulations, Your Majesty. Her Majesty the Empress... is pregnant.” Qi Heng stood frozen, unable to come to his senses for a long moment. Ever since Shen Yanshu became pregnant, his temper had risen steadily. Before, he would merely ignore people with a cold face. Now, the slightest thing that displeased him could set him off, and throwing cups and smashing bowls was the least of it. And yet he was exceptionally beautiful, with a striking, breathtaking allure even when angry. By day, Qi Heng would be driven from their chambers by a pillow, the veins at his temples throbbing as he gritted his teeth and muttered, “Where is the dignity of the Son of Heaven?” and “This time, I absolutely will not indulge him.” But at night, he would slink back to the bedside, carefully gather Shen Yanshu into his arms, and massage his swollen belly and legs with one hand, round after round. Shen Yanshu kept his eyes shut and said nothing. As if in a daze, he hooked an arm around Qi Heng's neck and burrowed into his embrace. Qi Heng watched Shen Yanshu's eyelashes tremble as he pretended to sleep, and the corner of his mouth curled upward. A few years later, Liang gained a little crown prince as lovely as a carved doll. The Grand Tutor was teaching in the classroom. When he came to the phrase “forcing someone to do something against their will,” he asked, “Your Highness, do you know what these words mean?” The little crown prince sat behind his desk, his short legs unable to reach the ground as they swung back and forth. He answered with great seriousness, “Of course I do. ‘The strong man’ means my imperial father.” The Grand Tutor's hand shook, and he nearly dropped the book. He asked in a trembling voice, “W-Why does it mean His Majesty?” The little crown prince replied with absolute conviction, “My imperial father is the ruler of all under heaven and commands the four seas. Naturally, he is the strongest person in the world.” The Grand Tutor: “...” “As for ‘locking up a man’... ‘man’ means my dad. I peeked through the crack in the door last time. Dad kicked Father, so Father took out the golden lock he had ordered someone to make a few days earlier and locked Dad's wrist to the headboard...” He looked up, face full of hope for praise. “Grand Tutor, did I explain it right?” Possessive, roguish emperor top (Qi Heng) × peerlessly handsome bottom (Shen Yanshu) Theme: A happy, complete family