"Son, my dear son, wake up—"
In the haze, a familiar voice rose by his ear, filled with urgency and worry, continuously calling out to his sleeping self, pulling Ye Chen back from the deepest recesses of his consciousness.
It wasn't until much later that Ye Chen finally awoke from his groggy state, and the moment he opened his eyes, the light was blinding, and it took him a while to adjust.
He felt himself lying on a warm, soft, and comfortable large bed, and seated beside the bed was a charming middle-aged woman with fair and delicate skin, hair up in a bun, dressed lavishly, radiantly beautiful—the lady of a well-to-do household.
The beautiful woman, with tears in her luminous eyes, was holding his hand, intermittently shedding tears and calling out his name with sorrow and grief.
Not far away stood a maidservant, around fourteen or fifteen years old, looking lovely as a flower, standing straight and proper. With red lips and white teeth, her well-fitting clothes outlined her prematurely developed curves, a charming beauty in her own right, who was also eagerly looking at Ye Chen on the bed.
Seeing her young master, who had been unconscious for a long time, finally open his eyes, she couldn't contain her joy and danced around, calling out repeatedly, "Madam, look quickly, the young master has woken up, he has woken up."
Hearing the maidservant's shout, the beautiful woman hurriedly looked over, and indeed, tears fell continuously from her beautiful eyes, yet they were tears of joy, "Chen'er, are you awake?"
Wasn't that obvious?
Lying on the bed, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile helplessly, but seeing the anxious and hopeful look in his mother's eyes, he softened, and weakly murmured, "Mother, I'm awake, don't worry, I'm fine, really; I'm just a bit weak."
Upon hearing this, the beautiful woman shed even more tears, then suddenly rushed out, leaving behind the words, "Wait here, I'll call your father to come and see."
Ye Chen wanted to refuse, but his mother had already dashed out too quickly for him to retain her, so he let it be.
"In this life, I am, after all, reborn as a human!"
The youth murmured softly to himself.
At this time, his mind was filled with far too many memories, surging incessantly from the depths, causing him a moment of confusion before he understood everything.
"I am Qian Yue, a young supreme of this generation, one of the strongest among the young of my era!"
Ye Chen had realized his past and present lives and understood everything.
In his previous life, he was gloriously brilliant, his talent unmatched under the heavens, a young supreme undefeated in his age, advancing triumphantly on the path of the Great Emperor, clashing with the strongest young prodigies of the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, competing for the dominion of the world—the throne of the Human Emperor!
Before his memory loss, he had indeed eclipsed an era, causing countless prodigies within the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms to lose their luster and look up to him like a towering mountain that couldn't be surpassed.
He was capable of contending with the most fearsome adversaries on the path of the Human Emperor, attracting the attention of all ages, hailed as one of the prodigies most likely to achieve the throne of the Human Emperor.
Likewise, he was also the Sovereign of a Great World, the Supreme Ruler of a Small Divine Realm, commanding millions of beings, his might and glory nearly reaching the pinnacle, his brilliance shining across all the realms, unmatched by anyone.
Unfortunately, Heaven envies the talented, and in his final breakthrough to a greater realm, he tragically encountered the most terrible Great Tribulation imaginable. Dual Great Tribulations emerged together, even the incarnations of Heaven such as the Blue Heaven, Yellow Heaven, and Netherworld Heaven appeared in this unprecedented forbidden Heavenly Tribulation.
This was the most terrible tribulation imaginable, capable of annihilating everything.
Moreover, Qian Yue was too powerful back then, single-handedly pressuring countless young geniuses in the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms, dazzling through the ages.
All his formidable enemies were unwilling to watch him grow, fearing that he would one day truly achieve the sovereign throne of the Human Emperor during his tribulation, adding to the calamity, daring to attack despite the fatal risk of divine retribution and ultimately paying a heavy price, causing him to be grievously wounded and on the brink of death.
In the end, due to the Sealing of the Emperor Pass Great Evil, he was forcibly sacrificed by seven Ancient Great Powers.
The kings who were his friends in those days were too late to receive the news and ultimately couldn't lend their aid in time; Qian Yue still inevitably fell.
However, mysteriously, there was still a thread of life left, and in the end, he was reincarnated, with all his memories from his previous life intact.
Ye Chen sighed lightly; in this life, he was already sixteen years old.
The little maidservant approached the bedside, and when she saw the young master awake, she too burst into tears, her big eyes red, choking up, "Young master, you've finally woken up; if you hadn't, the lord and madam would have gone mad."
After his awakening, he still retained the memories of these sixteen years and naturally understood all the causes and consequences. Once he realized what had happened, he himself was left speechless.
He had almost died—jumped into the river to commit suicide, all because of a girl who had deceived him, his mind clouded by love, unable to accept the harsh reality of the deception, seeking death by jumping into the lake.
In the end, he was discovered by others and rescued from the cold lake waters, only to remain unconscious for three days and nights afterward, his breath weak. It took a great expense of many spiritual materials and Medicine Treasures to finally hang onto a thread of life and survive.
"Can I not be so pathetic?"
Ye Chen lamented over his own incompetence in this life, even feeling an impulse to slap himself—how foolish!
In the past, even when besieged by formidable enemies from the Ten Thousand Domains, he had managed to survive against all odds. Now, however, he had almost committed suicide over a woman. If this manner of death were to be spread, his past adversaries and the people of the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms would probably die laughing, utterly humiliating.
But recalling his original self, for Yii Wu's sake, ah...
With a soft sigh laden with countless emotions, his thoughts swirled, remembering past directness, struggling to express the indescribable feelings.
The young maid saw that Young Master's brows were deeply furrowed and couldn't help but ask softly, "Young Master, what's wrong? Are you still in pain?"
"No." Ye Chen, lying in bed, shook his head, saw the young maid's delicate and lovely face, suddenly broke into a smile, and beckoned with his finger, "Huan'er, come here."
"Young Master, what is it?" The young maid Huan'er obediently approached.
At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly reached out, caressing the maid's charming and tender little face and mischievously chuckled, "This young master was just thinking about how to deceive Huan'er into my hands, hehe, such a white and tender little face, I like it."
"Ah—" Huan'er exclaimed, quickly retreating several steps, her face red as a flower, bashfully coy, hands twisting behind her, "Young Master, you are bullying Huan'er."
"Ha ha—" Ye Chen laughed heartily but suddenly triggered his injuries, unable to stop coughing, causing Huan'er to become very worried, ignoring the Young Master's teasing as she rushed over, concerned, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Could he be alright? With his frail body, he was truly much worse compared to before.
Ye Chen gave a bitter smile and shook his head, never imagining that his once awe-inspiring self in the Ten Thousand Domains would also have such a fallen day.
But thinking back, this wasn't the first time. Why was he always so tragic?
"Wayward child, you finally decided to wake up."
A loud shout came as the door was slammed open. Before the person arrived, his voice had already boomed. Without even needing to think, Ye Chen knew it must be his father of this life.
Sure enough, a tall and handsome middle-aged man strode in, dressed in a luxurious long robe made of purple and gold satin, his outfit splendid, exuding a majestic aura that was harder for ordinary people to possess, appearing imposing without anger.
Behind him, a beautiful woman followed, immediately scolding indignantly, "Ye Ao, what are you shouting for? Don't you see that Chen'er has just woken up and is still very frail?"
Ye Ao was the name of Ye Chen's father, and his mother was Xia Wei, as beautiful as her name suggested.
Ye Ao's expression softened, and he grunted, approaching Ye Chen's bedside, and seeing that Ye Chen had truly awakened, although also very excited, he tried desperately to restrain himself, "You... really woke up?"
Is this not obvious?
Ye Chen almost rolled his eyes but remembering their status and seeing their concerned gaze, his heart softened, and he hummed in response.
The beautiful woman sat by the bed, tightly grasping Ye Chen's pale hand, tears falling as she spoke, "Son, please don't scare your mother again; mother really can't withstand such shocks. Could you please not seek death anymore?"
Ye Chen wanted to say more, but seeing the caring and close affections in the room, genuinely sincere familial love, which as an orphan in his previous life he had hardly felt, he nearly broke into tears.
With many words reaching his throat, in the end, only a soft hum came out, yet it conveyed more than thousands of words.
Just amidst this tender moment, a servant hastily ran in, respectfully announcing, "Master, Madam, Young Master, people from the Yangg Family have arrived, and there is also an invitation for Miss Yangg Yi's coming-of-age ceremony."
The Yangg Family? Miss Yangg?
In that moment, Ye Chen's eyes shone brightly, appearing quite glaring.
Yangg Yi, precisely the woman who made his former self that had not yet awakened his memories commit suicide for love!