He sat on the ground with his excessively long, white beard coiled at his feet. He held his face and comforted himself once more, “Failure is the mother of success.”
“What happened?” Yue Lao’s good friend, the Flower God, sat beside him and asked. The Flower God was the immortal in charge of the life and death of flowers in the human world.
“The Emperor is too difficult to handle!” Yue Lao said angrily, “I’ve given that facially paralysed man 28 potential brides yet none of them has sparked his interest. What’s more, these women will break it off by themselves within a month. This will definitely spoil my reputation if it spreads out!”
“The Emperor is a proud person. It is normal for him to look down upon those concubines and courtesans.”
Yue Lao looked at him as if he were looking at an alien, “Big bro, it’s the 21st century. Speak a bit bolder. What are you being so bookish for?”
The Flower God gave a casual wave and the daffodils on the table suddenly blossomed, “I do not understand the present way of speaking. In any case, I will be retiring soon.” The Flower God was already over a thousand years old and had a son who had just turned 300. The Flower God was preparing to hand his position over to him.
Yue Lao was extremely envious, “That’s good, having a son is really good.”
“If you get married and have children, you will naturally have one.”
“It’s popular to be single nowadays. An eligible bachelor, understand?” Yue Lao stood up, “Let’s go and see your son.”