Why do they always think that I am the hidden immortal emperor?

Ye Jiu felt that he was very simple. His daily life was nothing more than walking around, planting flowers, drinking slightly bitter tea, and lying on a chair to bask in the sun.

But until one day, someone told him that the two little birds he had raised had turned into beautiful enchantresses. The little flowers he planted could communicate with the gods and transform into well-behaved elves. Even the wood used to make chairs could be used to support the heaven and the earth. “That’s it. ” You still say that you are not an immortal? ”

Ye Jiu: “But I really just…