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Finest Servant Chapter 409
🕑 Added 2023-08-25 15:40:43 +0000 UTCChapter 409 A Joyous Occasion at Home
Xiao Qingxuan slowly turned around, her unparalleled face that had been the subject of Lin Wanrong's thoughts day and night appeared before his eyes.
Her cloud-like hair danced gently, and her exquisite skin, flawless to the touch, seemed as if it could be broken by a mere blow. Her fine willow eyebrows resembled the spring waters of March, and her deep, dark pupils were like the vast starry sky. Her rosy lips were bright as crimson spots, and on her cheeks as white as jade, two rows of tears slowly fell. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, conveying an endless sorrow. Her graceful figure stood in the peach blossom forest, akin to a resentful goddess, surpassing even the celestial fairies by a fraction.
"Qingxuan—" Lin Wanrong called out softly. His legs felt as though they were filled with lead, heavy as a thousand pounds, and for a moment, he couldn't move his feet.
Xiao Qingxuan stared at him blankly, her red lips quivering a few times, but she couldn't say a word. Her tears fell like beads off a broken string, tumbling down.
"Qingxuan—" Lin Wanrong's heart ached greatly. The beauty was right before his eyes, and he cared for nothing else as he sprinted towards her.
"Don't come over," Xiao Qingxuan turned away, her fragrant shoulders trembling, sobbing, "You, you must go back quickly. Our marital fate has ended; don't let me ruin you."
"What are you saying?" Lin Wanrong was stunned, "Marital fate ended? What does that mean?"
Xiao Qingxuan's shoulders shook even more violently, her voice choked, "Don't ask any more, just go back quickly. If someone sees us, it will endanger your life. I can't hurt you, and I can't hurt our—" She choked up, unable to continue, her long sleeve subtly gesturing for him to leave quickly.
Who was Lin Wanrong? By nature, he was one who would not leave when urged, nor retreat when driven. Seeing Qingxuan's distressed face only made him more obstinate. After going through endless hardships to find Qingxuan, how could he simply leave? That was not his nature. When matters reached this point, he instead became calm, walking to Qingxuan's side, reaching out with his large hand to firmly grasp her small one.
The long-missed Qingxuan, her little hand as soft as silk, yet cold as ice, devoid of any warmth. As he held it, Qingxuan felt somewhat frightened, but more so, warmth. Though she wanted to refuse, her heart ached like a prickling needle, as though happiness were slipping away from her fingertips. Both joy and pain filled her as tears rained down, sprinkling onto their intertwined hands.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to annoy me to death?" Xiao Qingxuan sobbed, using all her strength, yet her small hand unconsciously grasped his even tighter.
"Why should I leave?" Lin Wanrong laughed, "I'm chatting with my wife; even the gods of thunder and lightning wouldn't dare to strike us. Where would I go? If I left, not only you, but even I would be annoyed to death by myself."
Xiao Qingxuan, torn between joy and sorrow, closed her eyes as her tears continued to fall. Her voice, though, involuntarily softened, "How can you still have this shameless nature? I must have owed you something in a previous life."
Lin Wanrong, holding her hand, laughed heartily, "Isn't this nature good? If not for this nature, how could I have married you? I'll be like this for my whole life; except for you, no one can make me change."
His words were sweeter than honey, and even Xiao Qingxuan, a woman transcending the mundane world, couldn't resist his sugary bombardment after being his loving wife. Her little hand hastily covered his lips, whispering, "Don't speak loudly; if someone hears us, our entire family will be finished."
"Are we a family?" Lin Wanrong's heart filled with joy, and he lightly kissed her jade-like, tender fingers, delightfully saying, "I knew it, Qingxuan, you can't bear to part from me. If you ask me to speak softly, I will."
Xiao Qingxuan was a little elated, but also a bit pained in her heart. Her face turned pale, and tears wet her cheeks. "A tragic fate, you and I are a tragic fate from past lives. We're entangled in such a way, and I'm afraid it will cost you your life and hurt us even more."
Lin Wanrong hastily replied, "Are you worried that your master will still kill me? Don't worry, Fairy Ning and I are now very, very good friends. The misunderstandings from the past have been cleared."
Xiao Qingxuan shook her head slightly, "You won't understand. My master loves me and favors me privately. If she wants to kill you, she'll definitely succeed. The affairs of the Fairy Hall are incredibly complex, and as the head of the Martial School, my Master can't manage all these big issues. Only I—" She sighed softly, tears falling, "I've heard of everything you've done these days. You're now famous, respected by all. I have no regrets in being your wife for a lifetime. But sadly, Qingxuan's fortune is thin, unable to enjoy the beautiful moments of this world, and may even bring you disaster. You must forget me, live your happy life, for if I ruin you, I'll never be at peace in this world."
Lin Wanrong was shocked, and the words of Qingxuan seemed to be explaining what would happen after her death. Could it be that she—?
He quickly grabbed her hand and said seriously, "Don't think nonsense, we're husband and wife, united. No matter what, we'll face it together. To be humble, nothing has been born yet that can defeat me. You mustn't lose hope. If I lose you, I guarantee I don't know what I'd do."
Xiao Qingxuan shook her head with a bitter smile, "What are you thinking? When did I say I would take my own life?" Her voice softened, and a flush of color appeared on her face, whispering, "Even if I did, it would be after five months. You and I were husband and wife, I must give you an explanation."
Qingxuan's face was pale but tinged with a hint of red, like a peach blossom emerging from the snow, elegant and noble. Months had not seen her; her face was more refined, her figure more voluptuous, and a soft glow spread across her face, like a transcendent, beautiful fairy, noble and stunning. Looking at her, Lin Wanrong's heart felt incredibly peaceful and serene. No one else could bring him this feeling; at this moment, not even the most beautiful women like Sister An or Fairy Ning could compare to the incomparable Qingxuan.
Five months later? What did that mean? Lin Wanrong stared at Qingxuan in a daze for a while, pondering her words, puzzled and unsure, but Xiao Qingxuan bit her silver teeth, pushed his body away, and said through teary eyes, "You must leave the mountain quickly, not a moment longer. If the Hall Master sees you, he will take your life, and I won't be able to go on."
"What nonsense from the Hall Master, to separate me and Qingxuan like this?" Lin Wanrong roared in anger, "Why should I be afraid of him? He's just a Hall Master, and I'm not even afraid of the Emperor, let alone him? If he angers me, I'll blast this green mountain flat with cannons. For my wife, I'll be ruthless, crazy, there's nothing I wouldn't do."
Xiao Qingxuan felt a wave of dizziness in her heart. The deeper the happiness, the deeper the pain, and tears fell like spring rain in March. Choking back her sobs, she pushed him away, "You must leave the mountain quickly, and don't talk nonsense. If you anger the Hall Master, everything will be lost. Even if you're not afraid, we have our child—"
"What did you say?" Lin Wanrong was struck as if by lightning, his mind ceased to think, feeling nothing but emptiness. He tightly gripped Qingxuan's hand, "Qingxuan, what did you say? Say it again! Our child? Our child?!"
Xiao Qingxuan was shocked, no longer able to push him away. She covered her cheeks with both hands, tears streaming through her fingers, "I don't know, I don't know—I hate you, I hate you, why did you come only now?" Overcome with emotion, she could no longer contain herself and fell into his embrace. Her tender little fists pounded against his chest like erratic drums, tears pouring down like a floodgate had been opened. Months of accumulated emotions burst forth in that moment. Even though Xiao Qingxuan was usually as calm as water, after living through months of longing and worry, joy and terror, even her strong will couldn't hold up any longer. She collapsed in his arms, choking back sobs, nearly fainting.
"Our child, our child—" Lin Wanrong was in a daze, his mind unable to grasp anything else, his words reduced to just those few syllables. He didn't even feel the blows raining down on him from Qingxuan.
"I came too late?" Lin Wanrong was suddenly alarmed and quickly loosened his grip on Qingxuan's soft waist, his eyes gazing at her belly. He didn't know until he looked, and when he did, he was ecstatic. He saw Xiao Qingxuan, dressed in a gentle satin yellow dress, her figure incredibly graceful. If not for careful examination, he wouldn't have noticed her slightly protruding belly, already pregnant.
"Ah—" Lin Wanrong madly lifted Xiao Qingxuan, spinning her around in several large circles, shouting with joy, "I'm going to be a father, I'm going to be a father—"
"You must put me down, put me down quickly." Seeing his wild actions, Xiao Qingxuan was both comforted and worried, and hurriedly patted his shoulder, whispering, "Don't hurt the child."
‘Dammit, I'm just too happy,’ Lin Wanrong thought, carefully setting her down and having her sit on a stool, his face a mix of shock and joy, his hands not knowing where to place them.
Xiao Qingxuan was touched, and took his hand with a gentle smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, that kindly maternal glow making everything else lose its color.
Holding Qingxuan's small hand, Lin Wanrong experienced an unreal yet genuine sensation he had never felt before, a feeling of blood connection that nothing could sever. Looking at Qingxuan's slightly raised belly, where a new life was growing, Lin Wanrong suddenly felt the urge to cry. He actually had a descendant now, after being in this world for so long, this was the first real feeling of integrating himself into it.
Lin Wanrong smiled, his lips dry, and murmured, "Qingxuan, do you know, not until today did I have a feeling of putting down roots. It's so real. Thank you!"
The words contained too many meanings, and although Xiao Qingxuan was the person in this world who understood him best, she couldn't fully grasp his intent. A mix of sourness and joy filled Xiao Qingxuan's heart, as if she could feel the surging emotions in his soul.
Having been with him for so long, she had never seen him cry. She extended her small hand, gently wiping away the tear marks from the corner of his eyes, softly saying, "You're going to be a father now, why are you acting like a child? If our child is born and sees you like this, won't he or she die laughing?"
Lin Wanrong laughed and wiped the corner of his eyes, crouching beside Qingxuan, "I'm happy, so happy. Qingxuan, let me hear our son's movements."
Xiao Qingxuan's face showed displeasure as she huffed, "Do you prefer sons over daughters?"
"Never, absolutely never!" Lin Wanrong hurriedly swore to the heavens, "I prefer daughters over sons, daughters over sons!"
Qingxuan chuckled and covered her lips, lightly laughing, "I've never seen a father like you before." Since their reunion, Xiao Qingxuan had shed countless tears, and this was the first time she had shown a smile. Her soft and gentle radiance seemed to outshine even the fairies.
Lin Wanrong stared in awe, murmuring, "Qingxuan, you look so beautiful."
"Don't need your praise," Xiao Qingxuan softly replied, tightly gripping his hand, a faint blush spreading across her face. The two enjoyed a moment of silent companionship, as if they were back in their small room in Jinling, at Lin San's humble yet warm house.
"Let me listen," Lin Wanrong said with a playful smile.
Xiao Qingxuan's face turned red, and she lightly said, "Don't, if someone else sees, oh, you rascal..." Lin Wanrong leaned close to Qingxuan's slightly protruding belly, listening to the soft sounds of his own bloodline, and Xiao Qingxuan sighed softly, her face flushed with a mix of pain and happiness. She tightly clutched his hair, knowing that all the suffering and waiting were worth this moment.
After listening for a while, Lin Wanrong looked up, laughing, "I bet it's a boy in there, kicking merrily, like it has four feet moving."
"You're the one with four feet," Qingxuan blushed and argued, "Don't you dare bully our child. No matter if it's a boy or girl, you mustn't tease them."
"How could I?" Lin Wanrong patted his chest, "If we have a son, he'll be as handsome as his father, and if it's a daughter, she'll be as pretty as her mother. The next generation of the Lin family will be of top quality. But, speaking of that, Qingxuan, you've done a great deed for the Lin family. We've had a thin lineage for generations, and I never thought that with me, it would flourish at once. Sigh, I'm just too capable, can't help it."
"What do you mean 'flourish at once'? It sounds so crude," Qingxuan's face turned crimson, and she chuckled, punching him playfully. Listening to his nonsense, her uneasy mind calmed considerably. This profound sense of security was incomparable and was what attracted her to him.
Lin Wanrong stood up, embracing her waist, and Xiao Qingxuan lovingly nestled against his shoulder. The couple, having waited for many days and endured hardships, finally reunited, enjoying a warmth that outsiders could never understand. This brief peace and tranquility were so precious that even if they were offered to become immortals, they wouldn't desire it.
"Oh my, I forgot something," Lin Wanrong suddenly jumped up, his face full of regret.
"What is it?" Xiao Qingxuan brushed her disheveled hair from her temples, speaking softly.
Lin Wanrong counted on his fingers and said, "I forgot to purchase baby supplies. Things like milk powder, diapers, cotton clothes, a crib, a wet nurse – oh my, there's so much to do. I also need to refurbish the garden at home so the baby won't stumble when learning to walk."
Xiao Qingxuan listened and shook her head, chuckling lightly, "It's still early days, why are you worrying about all these things? Moreover, I live on the mountain; even if you prepare all this, how are you going to get it up here?" As she spoke, her expression turned melancholy, and she sighed, looking at Lin Wanrong without saying a word.
Thinking of how Qingxuan was once an untouchable fairy, and how, after a trip to Jinling, she returned pregnant while still unmarried in an era when propriety was valued above all else, one could imagine the hardships she had endured.
Lin Wanrong snorted, "I understand now. Has someone used our baby to threaten you? This 'Jade Virtue Fairy Hall,' proclaiming the teachings of Confucius and Mencius, the path of the scholar, would stoop to such despicable acts? Qingxuan, why don't we just go home? Let's see what they can do to you."
"Don't talk nonsense," Xiao Qingxuan's eyes filled with tears, "No one is forcing me, it's all my choice. When I was young, I made a vow. Only after meeting you did I stray from that path. Now, I'm simply fulfilling my promise. After you descend the mountain today, don't come back. Wait for our child to be born; taking care of the child is what matters."
Recalling what Li Xiangjun had said, that missing today would sever his marital connection with Qingxuan, Lin Wanrong grabbed her hand and shook his head, "Asking me to leave the mountain is absolutely impossible, unless you come with me."
Xiao Qingxuan choked, "Do you want to die? Even if you don't care about your life, what about our child? Are you going to let him be born without a father and mother? You heartless rogue, so stubborn, you'll be the death of me one day!"
Among the women Lin Wanrong knew, only Xiao Qingxuan would scold him like this. Strangely enough, he found it both comforting and touching. He smiled and pulled her close, "Who says I don't care about my life? My Lin family just received joyous news; how could I throw my life away so quickly? I'm only doing what a normal person would do, spending every day happily with my wife and child. Is that wrong? Even if your Master comes personally, I'll argue with her. And even if you were wrong, as your husband, I'll take the blame for you. Whatever punishment they have should be directed at me; it has nothing to do with you."
‘Even if Qingxuan refused to leave the mountain, as long as she remained there for one day, I would send troops to surround the peak, ignoring whoever is the Master or sect leader. As long as my wife is here for a single day, I'll make sure you all would be trapped within, unable to move. You claim to be above worldly matters here, don't you? You claim not to partake in worldly pleasures, don't you? I'll send food, cotton clothing, baby bottles every day, and in a few days, I would bring a massive family entourage up the mountain to show concern. I'll make your tearing apart lovers known to the world, and let's see what you can do about it. In short, once I found Qingxuan, I must never let her slip away.’ Lin Wanrong smirked, having made up his mind about the plan, knowing that only someone with his shamelessness could pull it off.
Xiao Qingxuan couldn't argue with him, feeling warmth in her heart as if bathed in brilliant sunshine. She leaned gently on his shoulder and sighed helplessly, "Why didn't I meet you earlier?"
"It's all my fault, making you suffer," Lin Wanrong said, laughing mischievously.
"Silly talker!" Xiao Qingxuan gently smiled, knowing his nature, and didn't press him further. She grabbed his hand and began to shed tears, "Since you are so determined, we as a family will face life and death together, never to be separated!"
