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Finest Servant Chapter 420
🕑 Added 2023-08-29 12:35:45 +0000 UTCChapter 420 Princess Chuyun
Xiao Qingxuan languidly rested in his embrace, letting him hold her tightly. Her cheeks were flushed, her body weak and weary. Although they were married and their union had been consummated on Mount Dangtu, due to the whims of fate, they had only been physically intimate once and had no other encounters since then.
Miss Xiao's face turned a shy pink, and she softly said, "You're such a scoundrel." She struggled to free herself from Lin Wanrong's arms, carefully covering Li Xiangjun with a quilt before straightening up. With a charming smile, she grabbed Lin Wanrong's hand.
Considering Li Xiangjun's dependence on Xiao Qingxuan, the young girl's embroidered room was not far from Miss Xiao's chamber. As they entered, they found the room simple yet cozy. A precious glass mirror stood on a dressing table opposite the window, and the room was adorned with pink curtains and wind chimes that tinkled in the breeze.
Xiao Qingxuan looked around and smiled, "Is this Miss Luo's idea? She is truly thoughtful; my junior sister will surely love this place."
"It must be Ning'er's idea, judging from the mirror," Lin Wanrong chuckled. "I guess it's her; this girl has many clever tricks and knows how to please."
Xiao Qingxuan sighed softly, "Both Qiaoqiao and Ning'er are gentle and charming; I can't help but adore them. It's lucky they are with you, or who knows what kind of mess you would be."
"It's not as bad as you make it sound," Lin Wanrong laughed. "I was doing just fine when I was alone in Jinling!"
"Doing just fine?" Miss Xiao giggled, looking at him tenderly. "When I first met you in Jinling, you were not as splendid as you are now."
Lin Wanrong's face turned red, and he laughed awkwardly. He hadn't achieved success back then, so a little misery was understandable. But everything had changed since he met Qingxuan; could his beloved wife be his destined benefactor?
Miss Xiao gracefully touched the wind chimes above her head, producing a pleasing sound. Her face flushed, she gracefully sat down before the dressing mirror and looked at her reflection: eyebrows like crescent moons, lips like painted vermilion, her face like powdered jade, a picture of loveliness.
"My dear husband," Xiao Qingxuan said softly, her eyes brimming with gentle affection, "Please help me pin up my hair." In those times, a woman would pin up her hair after marriage, signifying her status as a wife. Lin Wanrong knew this, and he hurried over. As Miss Xiao's hairpin was lightly removed, her silky hair floated around her, like a fairy in the clouds.
Xiao Qingxuan was naturally beautiful, her hair smooth and shiny. However, pinning up her hair was a delicate task, and Lin Wanrong was completely clueless. After fumbling around for a while, he managed to pin her hair, but he couldn't quite capture Xiao Qingxuan's ethereal charm. Miss Xiao smiled softly, "Haven't you ever pinned up Qiaoqiao's and Ning'er's hair? You seem like it's your first time."
"Isn't it my first time?" Lin Wanrong chuckled twice, and Xiao Qingxuan laughed, "How can you be so neglectful of your wives? Don't they scold you?"
"They have no choice; my most beloved wife wasn't back yet," Lin Wanrong said playfully.
Xiao Qingxuan's face turned redder, her eyes showing a hint of joy. She playfully scolded, "You smooth talker, always saying sweet words. I don't believe you at all."
The candlelight danced, lightly throwing out a few sparks, and Lin Wanrong shyly said, "Madam, it's getting late. Let's rest early."
Xiao Qingxuan's heart thumped wildly, and she softly hummed in agreement, her face as red as fire: "You, you go close the door." Her voice was so faint that even she could hardly hear it.
Lin Wanrong sprang up and closed the door. Xiao Qingxuan, infinitely shy, whimpered and covered her cheeks, peeking at him through her fingers. The two had been through bitter hardships to reunite, so joy and excitement were natural. Even someone with thick skin like Lin Wanrong couldn't help but feel his emotions surge.
Lin Wanrong embraced Xiao Qingxuan's soft waist and gently said, "Qingxuan, we must undress to sleep, don't you know?"
Miss Xiao, her face flushed, giggled and pinched his arm, complaining, "You thick-skinned man, why do you have to say it so plainly? Do you think I'm a child like Xiangjun?"
Her eyes tender, she stood up, took his hand, and shyly said, "My Dear, I will undress you."
"Let's help each other, help each other." Lin Wanrong grinned broadly, his hands reaching behind her, pulling at her clothes. Where his hands touched, the skin was slick and delicate, soft as boneless, like the smoothest silk. Lin Wanrong exhaled deeply. What woman in the world could compare to my Qingxuan?
Xiao Qingxuan, suppressing her embarrassment, began to unbutton his clothes and saw that his bosom was filled with things clinking together: erotic pictures, silver notes, a gun, and some knockout drugs. These were all essentials for a wanderer in Jianghu.
"Why are you still carrying these things?" Among them were the knockout drugs and the gun she had given him in Jinling. Seeing that he had carefully preserved them, Miss Xiao was surprised and touched.
"These are tokens of our love; I can't lose them," Lin Wanrong said seriously with a smile. "I've relied on them to save my life countless times." He briefly recounted his experiences after parting, including using the gun and drugs to fight off enemies and nearly losing his life to her own master. Xiao Qingxuan could not help but weep, holding his hand and saying, "You're so stubborn. I asked you to learn some martial arts, and you found every excuse to refuse. The world is dangerous, what would I do if something happened to you?"
Lin Wanrong quickly reassured her with a smile, "Look, I'm fine, aren't I? We each have our own destinies, and forcing them doesn't work. I'm quite content with my life now, having a wife and making money."
"You're always talking nonsense," Miss Xiao accused him, shaking her head helplessly. She slowly nestled in his arms, softly saying, "People in this world are malicious, and now that you have a family to take care of, you must not be careless."
With her robe removed, wearing only tight undergarments, her long jade legs were smooth and shiny, her ample chest stood tall, and her rounded hips were full. Her figure was curvaceous, and as she nestled in his arms, their skin touched, causing Lin Wanrong's heart to flutter as he held her tightly.
Xiao Qingxuan was nervous, and noticing his strong embrace, she hurriedly said, "My Dear, be careful of our child."
Lin Wanrong was also taken aback, quickly loosening his grip on her, his large hand gently stroking her abdomen, anxiously saying, "Qingxuan, is the baby alright?"
Miss Xiao's face was flushed, her heart filled with happiness. She softly said, "The child is fine; you must not frighten him."
Lin Wanrong lay on her small abdomen, listening intently to the movements inside. After a while, he suddenly looked up, joyfully saying, "Qingxuan, I heard our son kick."
Xiao Qingxuan slowly stroked his hair. Seeing his jubilant expression, she somehow started crying, tears cascading down. She embraced him tightly and whispered, sobbing, "My Dear, thank you, thank you for our child. Qingxuan is so happy."
This sentence condensed too many emotions. Lin Wanrong's heart ached as he heard it, and he quickly hugged her, forcing a smile, "What are you talking about? We are husband and wife!"
The joys and sorrows Xiao Qingxuan experienced in one day were beyond what others could feel in ten lifetimes. Even if she were a fairy in heaven, she couldn't bear such torment. In the deep silence of the night, facing the husband she had longed for, her worries and misery erupted at once. She hid in his embrace, and her tears flowed like a river.
Lin Wanrong stammered a few times, not knowing what to say. After parting for many days and passing Qingxuan several times, had he not been determined, he might never have seen Qingxuan again. The husband and wife had endured hardships to reunite; these tears of joy could flow freely.
Xiao Qingxuan was pregnant, and even her supreme martial arts skills couldn't contain her emotional exhaustion. Lying in his arms, she found a tranquil harbor, weeping for a while before she fell deeply asleep in his embrace.
Her cheeks were smooth as jade, tear stains still wet, gleaming under the dim light, like pearls broken from their string, invoking love and pity. Lin Wanrong's heart warmed. He placed his large hand on her small abdomen, feeling the pulse of his own bloodline, a sense of peace he had never felt before. He gently kissed the cheek of Qingxuan, who was sleeping like a fairy in his arms, and spent the most innocent night of his adulthood, embracing Qingxuan's delicate body.
The next morning, while still in a drowsy state, he suddenly heard a thumping of footsteps, and Qiaoqiao's voice came from outside the door, "Big brother, sister, are you up yet?"
Xiao Qingxuan was usually an early riser, but after going through so much and reuniting with her husband, she had overslept in her joy. Hearing Qiaoqiao's call, she quickly looked to her side, only to see Lin Wanrong turn over in his sleep, his hand unconsciously fondling her chest, then falling back into deep slumber.
Xiao Qingxuan's whole body tingled, overcome with shyness. Seeing him sleep so sweetly, she didn't want to wake him. As she was about to get out of bed, she felt a strong arm around her waist, and her husband Lin's voice sounded in her ear, "Good wife, it's not time to get up yet. Let's sleep a little longer."
She felt his palm gently caressing her waist and hips, a soft feeling that made both their hearts tremble. Miss Xiao's voice trembled, "My Dear, stop fooling around; Qiaoqiao is waiting outside."
Miss Xiao was five months pregnant, and it was indeed a time when her emotions ran high. She hadn't noticed it last night, being too tired, but now, a few gentle squeezes ignited a fire of passion. She felt her clothes being opened by him in an instant, his two large hands exploring her body freely within her clothes.
"My Dear—" Miss Xiao practiced the method of calming the spirit and steadying the breath, usually composed and serene. Yet the moment she encountered him, all the techniques became futile. Wave after wave of heat surged through her, and Miss Xiao let out a gentle pant, her body aflame. She hastily clung tightly to his body, shyly raising her head, and met his passionate and resolute eyes, like the brilliant rays of the sun, dispelling all the shadows in her heart.
"Qingxuan!" Lin Wanrong called softly, slowly caressing her delicate skin, playing with a pair of ample jade-like breasts. Xiao Qingxuan's mind was stirred, her body trembling, and suddenly, she let out a soft cry, feeling a hot force invade her body; he had entered her.
"You naughty man!" Early in the morning, while Qiaoqiao was still outside, Miss Xiao's body was weak and soft, her cheeks pressed against his chest, listening to their heartbeats that came one after another, a tidal wave of joy surging through her heart...
"Big Brother, why are you alone? Where's Sister?" Qiaoqiao was impatiently waiting outside the room, only to see Lin Wanrong with a smiling face, pulling back the curtain to come out.
Lin Wanrong laughed, "Qingxuan is nourishing herself for pregnancy. I just exercised with her to aid in a smooth delivery. Ah, childbirth is not easy."
Qiaoqiao, unsuspecting, nodded and said, "Naturally, carrying for ten months and giving birth in one day, Sister must be suffering. Big Brother, you must take good care of her."
This little girl was becoming more and more adorable. Lin Wanrong pecked her cheek and joked, "Little darling, did you knock so early just to ask about childbirth?"
"Ah," Qiaoqiao exclaimed, "Disaster, Big Brother, I forgot the important matter. Quickly, come with me!"
Qiaoqiao grabbed him, hurrying outside, and Lin Wanrong laughed, "What matter could be more important than our childbirth?"
"Big Brother, hurry! The Emperor has sent someone with the imperial edict. It's already been quite some time." Qiaoqiao cried out urgently.
‘An imperial edict? No way! Making love with my wife and then receiving an imperial edict—my goodness, how awesome I am! But my Emperor father-in-law is really something, issuing edicts so early in the morning. Doesn't he let people sleep?’
Lin Wanrong yawned, walking forward at a leisurely pace, then suddenly stopped, remembering something. ‘I just attacked that hall yesterday, and the Emperor sends an edict this morning. It's not something wrong, is it? You're my father-in-law, the destruction of the hall was your idea, so don't blame me for it.’
When he arrived at the main hall, he saw Gao Ping with a smile, chatting with Luo Ning. The teacups had been changed several times. Seeing the smile on the eunuch's face, Lin Wanrong relaxed. Have you ever seen a house-confiscating eunuch this easy-going?
He laughed, stepping in, and saluted, "So it's Eunuch Gao who has arrived. I apologize for not receiving you sooner; I hope you will forgive me."
Gao Ping hurriedly stood up, bowing respectfully, "Not at all, not at all. Disturbing the Master's rest is entirely this old servant's fault."
Luo Ning and Qiaoqiao exchanged puzzled glances. What was their big brother up to, that he could make this edict-announcing eunuch bow so humbly? Waiting impatiently for half an hour was one thing, but it seemed as if announcing the edict was a grave sin.
Lin Wanrong was also puzzled. When did the palace stewards change their minds and establish a sense of service to the people?
Luo Ning had already arranged the incense burner and offerings table. Gao Ping glanced around the room and then asked cautiously, "My Lord, have all your family members arrived?"
"Oh, there is one more wife. She felt a little unwell during her activities this morning and is still resting inside the house," Lin Wanrong said with a smile.
Gao Ping responded with a sound of acknowledgment, unfolded the imperial edict, and said with a grin, "The Emperor has said that for this imperial edict, neither Lord Lin nor his family need to kneel. My Lord, the Emperor really can't praise you enough."
‘Nonsense. Kneeling all day, every day, was that not troublesome?’ Lin Wanrong laughed heartily twice without saying anything.
"By Heaven's decree, the Emperor proclaims: Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and Commander-in-Chief of the Loyal and Brave Army, Lin San, is loyal, brave, upright, considerate of the people's livelihood, diligent in government and loving towards the people. A paragon of virtue, he stands as a model for all. He is specially rewarded with one hundred strings of pearls, a thousand taels of gold, ten thousand bolts of silk, as commendation—"
‘So, it's an award of silver.’ Lin Wanrong was delighted inside, thinking, ‘The old man really understands me. I just shut down the hall yesterday, and today the imperial edict has arrived.’
"Furthermore, hearing that Lin San is devoted to state affairs and works day and night, We are much relieved. Specially granted is a pair of golden longevity locks—"
‘What?’ Lin Wanrong was greatly surprised. ‘I'm not a newborn child, what do I need these longevity locks for?’
"—also, five jin of high-quality blood swallow, ten thousand-year-old ginsengs, ten imperial physicians from the palace, twenty wet nurses of suitable age, eighty midwives from the capital, and a hundred servant women! Everyone must remember to take good care of Lord Lin!"
‘Grandmother's! What is the Emperor up to?’ Lin Wanrong blinked, ‘with wet nurses and midwives – is this to take care of me? More like taking care of someone in confinement.’
"Eunuch Gao, is this edict for me?" Lin Wanrong took the imperial edict from Gao Ping's hands, puzzled.
"Lord Lin is joking. If it were not for you, what would this humble servant be doing in your home?" Gao Ping fawned.
‘Indeed, but this edict doesn't sound like it's for me,’ Lin Wanrong thought, troubled. Just then, a soft laugh came from outside the hall: "My Dear, why haven't you thanked the Emperor yet?"
Xiao Qingxuan, dressed in white, her figure graceful and her hair neatly coiled, slowly walked in from outside the hall. Her face was stunningly beautiful, her breasts full, her hips shapely, and her demeanor elegant and dignified. The men and women in the hall were all dumbstruck. If yesterday she could still be called Miss Xiao, then today she should be addressed as Madam Lin, a qualitative change, as if overnight she had transformed from a tranquil lily into a blooming peony!
Qingxuan was so beautiful that Lin Wanrong's eyes almost popped out. He stared at her without blinking, his gaze seeming to pierce through her clothes, as if he had returned to the joyful moments they had just shared.
"Fool!" Recalling their lovemaking earlier that day in broad daylight, and that it happened in front of Qiaoqiao, all in contrast to her lifelong practice of purifying her heart, Xiao Qingxuan's face turned red. Her heart was tingling, her body softened, and with a mix of shame and joy, she glanced at him. Her eyes, turning softly, were as tender as if they could wring water from them.
Gao Ping's lips moved a few times, and suddenly he bowed to the ground, saying respectfully, "Old servant Gao Ping pays his respects to Princess Chuyun!"
