Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: The mother he deserved

Xiang Yu’s eyes twitched as he saw his mother’s figure standing before his very eyes, the fog swirling around her. She looked stunning, wearing the red dress she would have won when she entered the Huang family as a concubine. The dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her graceful movements. On her wrists were her favorite gold bangles jingling softly with each movement. Her hair was styled in a dazzling golden crown with intricate tassels and red rubies hanging like teardrops, catching the faint light and shimmering with an ethereal glow.

Her skin was flawless, her face meticulously made up, exuding an aura of timeless beauty. The familiar scent of rouge and rose wafted through the air, enveloping Xiang Yu in a wave of nostalgia. Around her neck hung the jade pendant he had been missing, its green surface gleaming against the red fabric of her dress. _{freёwebnovel.com}

When he slaughtered his father, he left the northern demon realm and reappeared near Bai Ting city in the forest where he had his ass beat by that hideous immortal. He checked the place where his jade pendant had fallen but he found nothing. He desperately sifted through the soil but it had disappeared. His heart ached more than his wounds.

That day, all the demons in the northern realm bowed to him in awe and reverence of his strong aura. But now that he was alone, his powerful exterior vanished, and he broke down in tears. His father never cared for him, his mother abandoned him and now the jade pendant that he worked hard to gift his mother was also gone. He curled up on the ground and cried himself to sleep in the middle of a forest.

"Yu Yu." Her voice sweet and inviting drew him back from the memories of his lonely figure curled up on the ground crying. Her hands stretched out towards him, a warm smile playing on her lips.

Xiang Yu’s heart clenched at her address. The only people who usually called him that were madam and the young aunties at the brothel. His mother refused to call him that unless she was drunk or extremely happy. This was the mother his young self had longed for, the one who had always seemed just out of reach. Her smile was so genuine, so full of love, that for a moment, he was tempted to step forward, to embrace the illusion and lose himself in the warmth he had been denied since birth.

But he knew better. His mother’s sudden appearance, her perfect form, and the jade pendant all pointed to one thing: this was a trap, a cruel heartless trick by something evil. He steeled himself, his jaw tightening as he resisted the urge to reach out.

His hand tightened around the hilt of his whip, his intention clear. This illusion, this mockery of his past, needed to be shattered. The woman before him was not the mother he knew. Given the opportunity, he would kill her over and over again, relishing each moment. A twisted smile curled his lips as he prepared to strike.