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Peaceful, and relaxing, that was his life as of current. Although there was the occasional wife plot or kinky plant floating around, his life had pretty much become the poster child of tranquil.
Except.
In the demon realm, it hadn't been long since his Binghe had announced their marriage. He of course had been over the moon, announcing it smugly and proudly, daring anyone to try and steal his husband away. Some had been expecting it, some congratulated it, and some completely disagree.
But most, if not all, wanted to know when an heir was in the making. Will the great Lord Luo Binghe take on a concubine, perhaps Peak lord Shen Qingqiu will enquire into different types of demonic flora that will aid him, a man, in conceiving a child. Some even dared to suggest that Luo Binghe be the one to carry.
But Shen Qingqiu batted away the question at any and every opportunity. It's not that he didn't WANT to entertain the thought, but...well.
It took him all his time to accept the fact that he was gay, it even took some time for him to accept that he was married to the great protagonist. Now they wanted him to pop out a child.
Couldn't they give him a break?
One of the things that made him ponder on the idea was Binghe, he from time to time imagined the little white lotus. He wondered if, given the chance, he could create a child who looked like Binghe, all cute and fluffy.
But then he worries about Binghe.
Alas, it was better to not think about it.
Until..three children appeared at the foot of his door.
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It had been a quiet day, Luo Binghe had some business to attend to in the demon realm, so Shen Qingqiu had been left to his own devices. Which went as usual, he had laid about, paid a visit to Airplane, he even had a little nosey in at Qing Ciong Peak.
Everything was well. Towards the later hours of the day, Shen Qingqiu found himself stretched out reading through some novels he had snagged from the market. To his distaste, they were dreadful, not even good-bad, just straight-up bad. What a useless plot, what boring characters, talk about over monologuing.
When he had finally given up on the novel, a headache had crept up on him. His next course of action was to try and sleep it off. He sprawled out in bed, not yet bothering to change, and decided to get some shut-eye. Perhaps by the time he woke up, his husband would be back.
But instead, a few hours later, there was a rather large chap at the door. Loud enough to startle him from his nap. He stumbled out of bed, rubbed away the drool and made his way to the front of the house. He had expected Yue Qingyuan. Would make sense, if it had been Liu Qingge, he would have kicked it open and Luo Binghe wouldn't need to knock.
He was not expecting children.
They slept soundly, small things if he had to guess, he estimated two of them were roughly 3-5 years old while one of them was just a small baby, laying in a basket swaddled in a red blanket. Tiny pale hands clutched onto a dark black flute. Regardless. He wanted to know why they were here.
Shen Qingqiu looked back up. He looked around and hoped to find any sign of their parents or anyone. To his dismay, no one was there.
So he was left to look back down at the three children.
[Congratulations on winning a side plot: Parenting the protagonists 🎉]
Just his luck. He sent a sharp glare at the system. "What the hell is this all about, protagonists what protagonists?" he hissed. A sense of dread washed over him. As far as he was aware. Luo Binghe wasn't three random children.
[New Mission: Learn the identity of each of the protagonists.]
[Will you choose to accept]
[Yes/No]
It said. Oh great. He wasn't even allowed to know their names until they woke up. A part of him wanted to decline. This mission seemed messy and it had been a while since he had been in charge of children. But alas, he can't just abandon them.
Once accepted the mission, Shen Qingqiu knelt, he scooped up the baby carefully, trying not to wake him. He wanted to get the smallest and most vulnerable out of harm's way first. He was weighted but not heavy, his hair was dark as ink, puffed up and looked like it had been glued to his head. When he had safely placed the basket in the bedroom. He came back the other two. Both wore white but one of them was dressed far more elegantly than the other. With ease, he scooped up both kids. The smallest of the two clutched his green robes and snuggled in further. Small hands clung to him. A small red string tied around one of his fingers. His clothes were simple and could be considered white Daoist robes. The other child was a lot stiffer. He curled in on himself, a pinch in his brows. And his robes were fancy, white satin with cloud-patterned silver silk. He took place then on the hard bed next to the infant.
The second he placed them down, he rushed off to send word to his fellow transmigrator.
With nothing to do, until they woke up, he made a list of things he'd need. He wanted to know how long this arrangement would be. "What are the tasks of this mission hm?" he asked the system, sitting back while his fan tapped against the table.
[To fulfil satisfaction and unlock the stories of 'Proud Immortal Demon Ways' sibling worlds. When major information is unlocked the protagonists will age.]
It said, the cursor blinking at him. With his legs restless. He stood up and started to pace. "So you've just plucked them from their worlds. What about their memories?" he asked.
[Protagonists currently know who they are but further information must be unlocked.]
It said. He scowled. If he's learned anything and knows his luck, this protagonist won't have happy memories. No, that would too kind. "What is the Genre of these novels?" he asked. He wasn't expecting an answer.
[Genre category is:- Danmei/Xianxia. Further information is to be unlocked.]
He raised a brow. Okay, that's news. But if it's Danmei then that opens up the ability to them having deadly counterparts. Meaning he might have a sitting target floating above his head. "What about the associates of these characters?" he asked.
[Threats are Male leads and Main characters have been temporarily neutralized, however, threats from background characters are not guaranteed.]
He slumped into his chair. Hand coming to nurse his headache. "At least I can rely on Bing-" He stopped mid-sentence. What was Binghe going to think of this? When he comes home expecting a trip to pound town, instead he's going to face three children. Would Binghe take kindly to this development?
He really couldn't tell.
He supposed he'd have to wait and see.
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In the world of the original Proud Immortal Demon Way,
The Demon Emperor crashed back into the world. A sinking feeling of defeat for the first time in a long while. He was bloody and torn. Bruised and battered. He was in no mood to entertain anyone.
He dragged himself to his chambers, dismissing many members of his harem, wishing to wallow for a little while. Perhaps the comfort of soft thighs and pillow breasts would please him later. But right now, he wanted to just feel nothing.
He stumbled into his room, a hiss and curse slipping from his lips but to his surprise, three blades were pointed at his neck. "Someone must feel bold to dare threaten this Lord. Bold or perhaps extremely idiotic. Maybe both." he hissed. He looked for the source of the offender. And again, to his surprise, he had to look down. An army of three, three children. And he was fairly convinced they were any of his offspring.
One in red, one in black, and one in white.