Chapter 541: Chapter 541

Netherworld, by the Wangchuan River.

A noisy line of ghosts queued up, the dark Wangchuan River roiling nearby.

Meng Po diligently provided the passing shadows with a soup medicine that could make them forget their past affections, as a streak of blue shooting star crossed the gloomy sky.

The nearby Netherworld Envoys stopped in their tracks, bowing deeply with respect.

"Greetings, King Chujiang."

Only Meng Po didn’t bow; she continued her work as normal.

Upon seeing the man holding a child before her, she finally spoke, "What brings King Chujiang to the Wangchuan River?"

Chu Yan’s gaze fell upon the large pot of soup medicine, his cool eyes shadowed, the vivid red teardrop-shaped mole beside his eye seeming even more distinct.

The child in his arms came to the yin-rich Netherworld without showing any discomfort, even laughing and sucking on his fingers.

His beautiful phoenix eyes were carved from the same mold as his father’s.

"Is this soup medicine drinkable for people?"

"Of course, does King Chujiang want a bowl?"

Chu Yan held the child in his arms a little tighter, "This is the Forget River Water?"

"It’s not. This is Forget Soul Water, specially made to clear a soul’s memories from a past life. Forget River Water is something else, it only makes one forget the person whom they loved deeply in this life."

Chu Yan furrowed his brow.

In a low murmur he wondered, "Will that be of any use?"

To this day, Qin Zhao had given birth to his child, yet he was still unsure whether Qin Zhao loved him or not.

If she truly loved him, how could she leave him behind twice?

As a mother, she didn’t care about the child; surely, she wouldn’t care about him either.

His long, dense eyelashes drooped slightly, at an angle no one could see, they seemed to glisten with moisture.

After a while, when he looked up again, his eyes were blood-red, his expression carrying an added fierceness that was startling.

Meng Po paused, asking carefully, "Would you like some Forget River Water? I can get it for you."

His voice was hoarse as he said, "Bring a bowl of it."

Suddenly, from the vicinity of the Naihe Bridge, came waves of agonized cries.

The emotional upheaval became too much for Chu Yan, uncontrollably releasing a murderous aura that overwhelmed the ghosts.

Seeing this commotion, Meng Po quickly fetched the Forget River Water and gave it to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan stared at it but dared not take it, yet it was the child in his arms, curious, who reached out and grabbed the transparent glass bottle filled with Forget River Water.

"Your Highness, this child is truly adorable."

Meng Po flattered him then suddenly gasped in shock, "This is still an infant, how can he have the cultivation of a Nascent Soul? Even the children of immortals from the Immortal Realm don’t possess such talent!"

Chu Yan was silent, but felt increasingly pained inside.

His mother didn’t want anything for herself; she had given everything she had to the child.

Chu Yan took the Forget River Water from the child’s hand and swiftly left the Netherworld.

When he returned to the hospital, there was an extra person.

"Zhaozhao just gave birth, where did you take the child?"

Song Jian was visibly displeased upon seeing Chu Yan.

"How can you call yourself a husband?"

The Netherworld Emperor appeared only after Chu Yan returned.

Chu Yan nodded wearily, first taking the child back to the ward.

He said to Song Jian, "Dad, can you watch the child for me? Zhaozhao ran into a bit of trouble after giving birth, and I need to go save her now."

"What kind of trouble?"

Song Jian’s heart lurched, grasping him quickly.

"It’s complicated to explain; I’ll tell you after Zhaozhao is fine."

Chu Yan had no time to elaborate and bypassed Song Jian to join the Netherworld Emperor in the operating room.

"Forget River Water, could it be useless?"

Chu Yan gazed intensely at the bedridden Qin Zhao, her breath seeming even weaker now than just moments ago.

"If it’s useless, then we’ll have to think of other methods."

Chu Yan held back the tears in his eyes—time was running out, and there was no room for him to continue feeling sorrowful. He had to make Qin Zhao quickly drink the Forget River Water and then ask the Netherworld Emperor for help with her treatment.

He could now only pray that the Forget River Water would work on Qin Zhao.

The person she cherished the most in her heart was him.

As long as she forgot him, everything would be okay.

Chu Yan fed her the Forget River Water, his hands trembling slightly as a good amount of the liquid spilled from the corners of her mouth.

"It doesn’t matter if you forget me, as long as you’re safe."

Chu Yan used a tissue to carefully wipe away the medicine at the corners of her mouth, his cold fingertips brushing past her eyebrows and eyes. He gazed deeply at her, as if to imprint her visage into his soul.

As long as he hadn’t forgotten, it wasn’t over.

He could wait, wait forever.

Wait until she fell in love with him again, until she no longer cared.

"Step aside, let me see if she can still be saved."

Upon hearing the words of the Netherworld Emperor, Chu Yan reluctantly moved away from the side of the operating table.

"Her consciousness is beginning to return."

After a long while, the voice of the Netherworld Emperor came.

Chu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but inside he couldn’t help feeling bitter.

Indeed, the reason she had once again given up on life was because of him.

Could his existence only bring her pain?

Perhaps forgetting was for the best.

Once forgotten, there would be no more pain.

"I can save her life, but she’s transferred all her cultivation to the child. She can’t recover that. Now she can only maintain the level of Foundation Establishment and must cultivate again in the future."

"Can I give her my cultivation?"

If it weren’t for this emotional knot and the tie to their child, Qin Zhao would have reached the Divinity Transformation Stage long ago.

After all, in her past life, it only took her a century to successfully cultivate to Divinity Transformation.

Chu Yan would rather have his child take away his, the father’s, cultivation than that of his mother’s.

"What are you thinking? The Cultivation Techniques you and she practice are not the same; how can she use your cultivation? However, if you want her to recover her cultivation quickly, there are ways in the future. No need to rush at this moment."

Chu Yan’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he numbly nodded, "I understand, just wake her up first."

The spell’s glowing aura that enveloped Qin Zhao gradually calmed.

Qin Zhao’s life force had been restored, but she did not wake up immediately.

"When will she wake up?"

"We still need to wait a bit."

Chu Yan first wheeled Qin Zhao into the ward.

Shangguan Qiu and Song Jian were waiting there, and Qin Wan had also arrived.

Seeing everyone’s worried expressions, Chu Yan opened his mouth but didn’t know how to explain.

After a long silence, he finally said, "She’s out of danger now, and her life is no longer at risk."

"As long as mother and child are safe!"

Qin Wan and Song Jian looked at each other, tearful with joy.

"Just that what? Is there something wrong with Qin Zhao?"

Shangguan Qiu hurriedly asked, "Don’t leave your sentence half-finished!"

"It’s just, she will have forgotten me."

Upon hearing this, the others had an odd look on their faces.

"Postpartum amnesia? Some pregnant women do have such symptoms, might she forget me too?"

Qin Wan clutched Song Jian’s hand tightly, fraught with worry.