Chapter 377 - Just Wishful Thinking (1/2)

Jing Yi silently followed the rest of the road and arrived at the palace. His thoughts were still circling the previous conversation with his uncle, though.

Thinking back now he was sure that his uncle had called him 'Jing He'. For a moment, this made his heart leap with joy. Maybe everything had been different from what he thought? Maybe the person Qiu Ling had fallen in love with back then had been him all along?

But upon thinking closer about it it made no sense. It was only wishful thinking. Yes, that person had died and might have reincarnated. It wasn't impossible. But the rest didn't match.

Even though his past life's lover could display a bit of the shamelessness he knew from Qiu Ling and even though they were quite similar overall, too, that person couldn't be Qiu Ling himself. If he was, wouldn't Qiu Ling have told him so?

Furthermore, there was still the thing about his position. His mother had clearly said that that man was the sovereign of his realm, a king. Qiu Ling had to do with the king of the dragon race but that was all.

And if that wasn't enough to nip things in the bud, now his uncle had even brought up the demons. Qiu Ling's stance toward them … nothing needed to be said about that. He obviously hated them. He had every right to do so. And now it seemed like … the one he had fallen in love with in his previous life had some ties to the demons. Why else would his uncle have brought this up?

He felt like he had let Qiu Ling down with this. But it was his past life. There was nothing he could do about it. It couldn't be changed anymore.

Jing Yi shook his head and climbed the steps to the palace. The guards bowed, almost making Jing Yi stop in his tracks again. It seemed his own identity wasn't that simple either. Hadn't his lover also called him 'Your Highness'? So this had to mean that he hadn't just a high status but … was on par with his lover? Had he also been part of a royal household?

Jing Yi forced himself to continue into the hall even though he felt numb inside. Immortal. And now even royalty? He certainly never would have expected this.

”Jing He!”

The excited voice of his father pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up and smiled.

”Father.”

It was surprisingly easy saying this in the face of this man's smile. He had obviously loved him very much when he had been his son in his past life. His mother, too. They seemed both great. He could certainly be happy to have been blessed with such nice families for two lifetimes.

The man reached out and gently touched his cheek. ”You're looking a little fatigued. That bast—” He coughed. ”Ahem, that person wouldn't have bothered you again yesterday, would he?”