The air hung heavy. Beyond the boundary of the Xuemo Sect, smoke had swallowed every corner. Devastation reigned supreme...nearly half of the Liuguang Sect lay reduced to ashes.There wasn’t a single place untouched by the scent of burning. The chamber where Queen Guzuie had once slept was completely incinerated; a few embers still flickered weakly. And everywhere... only cold, silent corpses remained.

  In the heart of the pavilion lay Yu Sui...covered in dust, trembling, crying with hunger. His tiny voice echoed in the emptiness, while the wind scattered ashes with every gust. Lying near the lifeless body of Queen Guzuie, his tears fell endlessly. The talisman on his forehead fluttered in the breeze, glowing faintly with golden ink:

  “Yu Sui.”

  At that moment, Kin Lishuan arrived with a few elders and warriors from the Fuzi Xion Clan to investigate the aftermath. Among them was a young girl... youthful in age, but with deeply perceptive eyes.

  As the group advanced, they saw nothing but ruin. Kin Lishuan couldn’t hold back his tears.“What has happened to this place? How could such a sacred sect suffer such a terrible fate?”He collapsed to his knees upon the blackened ground, his tear-filled eyes scanning the flames, the corpses, and the desolate ruins. The elders tried to console him, urging him to accept this dreadful reality.

  Just then, the young girl... Fuie.. caught a faint sound amidst the silence: the soft cry of a child. Without a moment’s hesitation, she ran toward it. The others called after her, but she didn’t stop.

  Soon, she found him. A newborn.. fragile, dusty, and unbearably delicate.... lying beside Queen Guzuie’s corpse. The sight struck Fuie’s heart. Her throat tightened, and tears blurred her vision.She gently picked up the child, holding him close, her voice trembling as she read the name on the talisman:“So your name is Yu Sui, little one.”

  Her gaze shifted to the glowing Seal of the Binding Spell near the Queen’s hand. She recognized the handwriting... it was Queen Guzuie’s. The glowing mantra meant it had been activated; her sacrifice was complete. Neither the Seal nor the mantra could ever be undone.

  Before Fuie could study further, a cold blade touched her throat. She froze, Yu Sui crying softly in her arms.A chilling voice came from behind her:“Give me that Spell Seal. And if a single word of what you’ve seen leaves your mouth, I’ll wipe out your entire clan.”

  Fuie turned slowly... and her heart nearly stopped. Lin Chaoyuan stood there, the official King’s Crown gleaming upon his head. It didn’t take her long to understand... he was the architect of this massacre.With trembling hands, she offered him the Seal. But when he tried to snatch Yu Sui from her, Fuie acted first... she drew her sword, fought him with desperate strength, kicked him hard in the chest, and fled back to her group with the baby.

  She reached Kin Lishuan, breathless.“Master… I found this child there.”

  But Yu Sui had gone silent... too silent. Kin Lishuan held him gently and realized the child was starving.“Quick! He needs milk!” he shouted.But everyone looked helplessly at one another... no one could feed a newborn.

  Just then, a medical unit arrived... led by Lady Shiyan Lee, Kin Lishuan’s wife. She had recently given birth, but her own child had died shortly after. Without a word, Fuie handed Yu Sui to her. Lady Shiyan Lee was startled, but the moment she saw him, something stirred within her. She quietly stepped behind a tree and began to breastfeed the child.

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  No one could see the storm of emotions within her. As she held Yu Sui, her tears fell silently... this tiny life had awakened the love of a mother she thought she had lost forever.

  For everyone else, it felt like a miracle that a baby had survived such destruction. Kin Lishuan’s heart swelled as he watched his wife from afar. In that moment, he felt not only relief... but the stirring of a father’s love.

  Later, Lady Shiyan Lee returned with Yu Sui in her arms. The crowd gathered, overjoyed by the sight of the peaceful child. Kin Lishuan took him, smiling warmly.“You survived by a miracle, little one. From today, you will never be alone. From this day forth… you are my son.”Fuie showed him the paper with the name Yu Sui written on it. Kin Lishuan chuckled.“So your name is Yu Sui? Then Yu Sui it is.”Laughter rippled through the crowd as they began their journey back... unaware that the spot where Queen Guzuie’s body had lain was now empty.

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  The next day, Kin Lishuan was summoned to the Linyan Clan by Master Fung Shu Ri, who had fled from the Liuguang Sect. A council was convened, including Master Chui Yong.Fung Shu Ri recounted everything... how Lin Chaoyuan had betrayed the King and seized the throne. The assembly was struck with horror. Yet they were grateful that a few lives had survived the tragedy.

  But even Fung Shu Ri knew only the surface. He did not know how fate... and a mother’s sacrifice.... had preserved the lives of two princes.Unaware of that truth, he entrusted Kin Lishuan and Chui Yong with rebuilding the Xuemo Sect and raising the next generation. Lin Chaoyuan might have claimed the throne... but not the hearts of the people. Until the true King returned, they would stay hidden, rebuilding in silence.

  And so it was.The sect slowly rose again. Peach trees were replanted by the sacred river. Libraries and halls were rebuilt, their old grandeur returning little by little.

  Time passed quietly. Six years went by.The two lives saved by destiny... Yu Sui and Mo Yan... were now six years old.

  But history had quietly driven a sword between the two clans. With both clans raising their own princes, rivalry grew fierce between the Fuzi Xion Clan and the Linyan Clan over who would inherit the Xuemo Sect.A line was drawn on the ground... and another, deeper one, through hearts.

  Yet how could a line divide two souls already bound by a sacred spell before birth?It couldn’t. It never would.

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  Every day, Mo Yan secretly crossed the border, picked a guava from the Fuzi Xion side, and sat quietly beneath the tree... because he knew Yu Sui would come.And Yu Sui always came.

  Their quarrels became routine, their laughter constant.That day, Mo Yan was sitting on a branch, holding a guava, his usual calm smile in place, when Yu Sui came running... face flushed with anger, hair flying wildly.

  Yu Sui (shouting):“Does your clan not have guavas!? Why do you come every day to eat ours!? If you love them so much, plant your own tree!”

  Mo Yan grinned, took another bite, jumped down, and said teasingly,“Oh, we have guavas… but none as sweet as these. They’re sweet and sour.... like you.”

  Yu Sui blinked, speechless for a second, then fumed.“Sweet and sour!? You’re a sour burp yourself! Get lost, or you’ll regret it!”He turned to leave.

  Mo Yan stared at him for a moment, then smiled faintly.“Because you’re such a dummy.”

  Yu Sui froze, eyes narrowing.“You’re the dummy!” he shouted back and stormed off.

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  A Bond Beyond Borders

  Their little quarrels continued every day.... Yu Sui angry, Mo Yan teasing.

  But one day, when Yu Sui didn’t come, Mo Yan sat alone under the tree from dawn till dusk. He didn’t eat the guavas.He just waited.

  And that day, he realized.... this wasn’t just habit. It was something deeper. Something unspoken.A bond.

  A boundary may divide two clans...but the name written across two souls can never be erased.

  That day, under the guava tree,the story of two young princes truly began... with a single guava.