Transmigration; Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Uncle-Chapter 270; Arrival of the Celestial Mother

Mrs. Lu lingered in the doorway, staring at her sleeping son one last time. In sleep, with his face relaxed, he almost looked normal. Almost looked like the brilliant, ambitious man he’d been just yesterday.

Then his thumb slipped into his mouth, and the illusion shattered.

She turned away quickly, before the tears could start again.

As the family dispersed into the pre-dawn darkness, Lu Cheng stood in the parking lot, watching them go. His phone was in his hand, and Lu Yuze’s contact pulled up on the screen.

Still off. Still unreachable.

He thought about how Yuyan had recovered so dramatically, so inexplicably. Thought about Lu Yuze’s increased security, his refusal to meet.

And he thought about his son, lying in a hospital bed with the mind of an infant, mumbling the name "Shuyin" over and over.

Too many coincidences. Too many unanswered questions.

"We’ll talk soon, brother," Lu Cheng murmured to the darkened phone screen. "Whether you want to or not."

Then he pocketed the phone and went to collect his wife, both of them heading home to a few hours of restless sleep before the real investigation could begin.

Behind them, in the hospital, Lu Zeyan dreamed formless dreams, his mind drifting in an endless present with no past to anchor it, no future to reach toward, just an eternal now of simple sensations and meaningless sounds.

And somewhere across the city, Shuyin slept peacefully in Lu Yuze’s arms, completely unaware of the storm gathering on the horizon.

— — — — —

For beings of their kind, crossing from the celestial realm to Earth required passage through layered boundaries, each veil a delicate membrane between worlds that demanded careful navigation. What felt like a day and a half in their realm compressed into roughly ten hours of human time, a strange temporal折叠 that left travelers disoriented, their very essence wrung out as silk twisted too tightly.

When they finally emerged, it was into the pre-dawn darkness of Earth, that liminal hour when night reluctantly yields to day.

The lady’s knees buckled the moment her feet touched solid ground, her body rebelling against the anchor of gravity.

"Steady," Mei murmured, her arm snaking around her mistress’s waist with practiced ease. "We’re here. You made it. You need to take your time and inhale..."

"Where..." The lady’s voice emerged barely above a whisper, each breath a labored struggle against lungs that felt filled with water. Her condition had deteriorated even further.

"An alley. Quiet. No witnesses." Mei guided her to lean against the rough brick wall, bearing most of her weight. "Take a moment. Just breathe."

The air here was fundamentally different, heavier, denser, filled with scents utterly foreign to her senses. Exhaust fumes mixed with distant cooking oil, the salt-tang of an ocean that was decidedly not her ocean. The sounds overwhelmed her celestial ears: cars rumbling in the distance, the insistent hum of electricity thrumming through wires, the pulse of a sleeping city stirring toward consciousness.

"I’m all right," the lady managed, though her face was pale as moonlight on snow, and a fine sheen of perspiration had broken across her brow despite the cool morning air.

"You are not all right." Mei’s tone was blunt, edged with worry she rarely allowed herself to show. "But we are here now, and there is no turning back."

The lady straightened as much as her trembling body would allow, drawing on reserves she didn’t truly possess. "Can you sense her?"

Mei closed her eyes, extending her awareness outward like invisible fingers probing the darkness. The city was a cacophony of energy, millions of human lives pulsing like fireflies trapped in a jar. But beneath the chaos, she searched for something specific, something singular.

There.

Faint but unmistakable, like a melody heard across still water, ancient magic, carefully suppressed but impossible to fully conceal. Her mistress’s daughter.

"I have her," Mei said quietly, reverence touching her words. "She’s in a mansion. Elevated slightly above the city, but not far from here."

"How far?"

"We can reach it on foot. But we must conceal our auras first." Mei’s hands moved in practiced patterns, fingers weaving intricate symbols in the air. A veil of invisibility settled around their magical signatures like silk draped over a flame. "Your son is nearby. If he senses us, he will try to stop you."

"Yes. Do it quickly."

The concealment fell over them like a second skin, muffling their presence until even the most sensitive magical being would overlook them as nothing more than ordinary mortals shuffling through the pre-dawn streets.

"Can you walk?" Mei asked, though she already knew the answer her mistress would give.

"I will walk." The lady pushed her body away from the wall, her legs trembling like newborn deer but somehow holding. "Lead me to her."

They moved through the awakening city slowly, Mei supporting her mistress with each careful step. The lady’s breathing grew increasingly labored with each block they traversed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid movements. But she refused to stop, refused to rest, driven by a need that transcended the screaming protests of her failing body.

The sky was beginning to lighten, not quite dawn, but that gray hour before sunrise when the world holds its breath and shadows lose their definition.

By the time they reached the property, it was 4:30 in the morning.

The mansion sat on moderately elevated ground, not a dramatic hilltop but raised enough to offer both privacy and a commanding view of the surrounding area. The property was enclosed by high stone walls and ornate iron gates, secluded from neighboring estates by carefully manicured grounds that spoke of wealth and taste.

The lady stared at the entrance, at the warm lights illuminating the gate and the guardhouse beyond, and felt her remaining strength waver like a candle flame in the wind.

"Almost there," Mei said gently, her voice softer than usual. "Just a little further, my lady."

They approached the gates slowly, the lady.....