The Little Half-Immortal

In the early years of Taihe, the divine envoy Jing clan fell into decline. Nian Qing was the last surviving descendant, and the whole village's final hope.

Years later, the village's hope finally grew into a towering, upright, charlatan.

With a face that could bring a kingdom to ruin, he swaggered around scamming people...

Everyone said he was bound to get caught sooner or later, yet somehow he made it all the way to becoming a special envoy of the Great Zhou Directorate of Celestial Observation.

His subordinates asked him, "Can the special envoy exorcise demons?"

Nian Qing shook his head.

"Can you solve cases?"

He shook his head again.

"Then what are you here for?"

Nian Qing pointed to the fair-skinned child of five or six standing beside him and replied calmly:

"I'm here to find the child's father."

Prince Li Yanzheng was born under a prophecy. The Imperial Preceptor said he would not live past thirty.

In the first half of his life, he fought across the land. His name alone could stop children from crying at night.

In the second half, he resigned himself to fate and waited to die at home.

His fate was too ominous, and no one in the imperial capital dared offer their daughter to him in marriage.

With his death approaching, he became more and more reckless, even showing no regard for the emperor.

Then, that year, another special envoy of the Directorate of Celestial Observation died, and the emperor posted a notice throughout the land, seeking worthy candidates.

Li Yanzheng, a living calamity in human form, was dispatched to serve as chief examiner.

Heroes from across the land gathered in the imperial capital, and one beauty stood out from the crowd.

He led a child of five or six by the hand, telling everyone they were the child of him and the faithless Prince Li...

Li Yanzheng stared at the two jade-like beauties, one big and one small, and asked the question that mattered most to him: "How did you give birth?"

[Alluring fox-spirit charlatan with a silver tongue, a half-immortal on the bottom × brooding, temperamental, mentally unstable fallen general with the complaints of a neglected wife, on top]

I pity the heavens' long life, yet the heavens condemn me to share in their sins.

P.S. No childbirth. The child was picked up from a trash can. 1v1, happy ending.

Theme: The land stretches on without end, its beauties always fresh