Chapter 180 - 178. Xue Lang’s Gifts II (1/2)
Third-person POV During his one hour of nap, Xue Lang sometimes would
suddenly scream and sweat a lot. And at the end of his sleep talking, he would
apologize with such a pitiful tone. Hong er felt a pang on her heart and
couldn't leave him alone. She sat beside the bed and would gently pat his chest to
calm him down from his nightmare. She also whispered 'It is fine. Mother is
here to protect you.' And Xue Lang would fell back into his deep sleep again. Xue Lang woke up and he didn't know that he had been sleep
talking during his sleep. Hong er didn't ask him any question as she didn't him
to remember those frightening memories of him. She pulled him closer to her and
put on a white tunic that she had embroidered for day and night. Xue Lang looked at the tunic and didn't see anything special
about the tunic. It was indeed beautiful but compared to the embroidery that he
had seen on the clothes he wore before, it was incomparable. Hong er: ”Mother made this for you. Mother's embroidery
skill is not that impressive but still can make some simple animals and
patterns. What do you think? Do you like it ?” Knowing that it was personally made by Hong er, his heart
immediately filled with warmness and love. He nodded his head vigorously and
clutched the tunic tighter around his body. Hong er smiled gleefully and
reached out to take off the tunic which earned a reluctance expression from Xue
Lang. Hong er: ”Mother needs to add a few more decorations. Don't
worry, this will be yours.” Xue Lang: ”En.” Xue Lang stared at his tunic being taken away with eyes full
of sadness. Hong er sighed with a smile and ruffled his hair. Hong er: ”Don't be sad. How about we enjoy the scenery in
Floating Lotus Pavilion?” Xue Lang: ”En!” Xue Lang really liked to go to the Floating Lotus Pavilion and sat
there dazedly together with his beloved mother. But since he got a magical
weapon as a gift from his father, he needed to practice harder and more
diligent to master the weapon so his father would praise him and be proud of
him in front of his subjects. Hong er sat on the side of the pavilion with her back leaned
on one of the wooden pillars. Since the pavilion was spacious enough for 4
people to do training, Xue Lang decided to practice his new weapon in front of
his mother and ask for her opinion. Hong er's eyes stayed on the tunic that she was embroidering
and hummed the melody that she always hum. Xue Lang swung his ice scythe along
the happy melody and felt his heart was in peace. Hong er abruptly stopped
humming and commented without looking up. Hong er: ”Your feet position are wrong, you bent it too
much.” Xue Lang quickly fixed his position and continued when Hong
er hummed the melody again. This went until Weisheng came to the pavilion to
look for them and heard that she was humming to the usual melody. A warm smile
appeared on his lips and disappeared as fast as it comes. He approached them and intensely watched Xue Lang's moves
which made Xue Lang more nervous. Seeing that Xue Lang was quite tired from the
previous activity, Weisheng stopped him and told him to sit in front of him. (A/N: This is not that important but they were sitting on
the wooden floor with their leg crossed. Typical Asian people. Lol.) Weisheng: ”What do you feel when you use it?” Xue Lang: ”It feels really light and it is very easy to
control.” Weisheng: ”En. Try to control it only with your magic.” Xue Lang: ”Yes.” Xue Lang stood up and took a few steps back. He looked fixedly
at his scythe and released his scythe so now it floats in the air and lightly