Chapter 1420 - 771: A More Assertive Husband (Double-Length)

The winter days in the Southern Border are not quite cold; occasionally there's a chilly breeze, but adding a couple of layers and extra bedding at night is enough, so there's no sight of snow, the scenery is somewhat plain.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye; the festive echoes of the New Year still lingered, and soon it would be the Lantern Festival, with all kinds of lanterns decorating the streets of Dragon Tail City ahead of time.

During these days, Chen Yi often stayed in the courtyard to accompany Lin Wanxiao. Initially, it was out of concern, and also with a sense of compensation, considering her frail body and it being her first pregnancy. Not to mention, he always tasted her medicine and food first. But as time went on, he gradually got accustomed to the feeling of welcoming new life together as a couple.

In the afternoon when the sun was just right, he glanced sideways and saw her half-reclining on the couch, working on some easy needlework by the window light, not those complex ones of plum, orchid, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, mostly soft small clothes.

Perhaps she had more anticipation than he did.

There was still more silence than words between them.

Chen Yi tried to find some topics, ranging from interesting stories he heard outside to trivial matters in the Prince Mansion, even forcing himself to discuss a few poems and stories she recently read with her.

Most of the time, Lin Wanxiao just listened, occasionally responding with a "Hmm" or "Is that so," with a calm demeanor, but at least she was no longer bristling like before or frightened. She would lightly nod when he said, "The wind is strong outside today, so better not go out"; would gently try a bit when he brought food supposedly beneficial for pregnant women, then comment "Too sour" or "It's okay"; and when he tried again to touch her still flat belly, she no longer resisted stiffly but turned her face slightly, her ears tinged with a faint red.

Chen Yi found that her complexion was indeed improving day by day; the paleness faded, her cheeks became fuller, and the usual layer of worry in her eyes seemed to be softened slightly by a certain innocent tranquility.

He was still not very good at chatting with Miss Lin, often making things awkward, but the promise to "be sweeter to you" seemed to be fulfilled little by little in this day-by-day companionship.

In the days before the child was born, the parents fumbled to learn to love each other.

...

Yin Weiyin observed this, furrowing her brows.

"Don't worry, the advantage is mine."

After all, Chen Yi couldn't stay in the Southern Border forever. Shortly after the Lantern Festival, he would take her and Miss Donggong north to Western Jin. Currently, his relationship with Lin Wanxiao had the flavor of newlywed couples, but it was just ordinary affection between loved ones. By then, all the way north, all the way Dual Cultivation, where in his heart could he accommodate this confused young lady?

After analyzing once more, Yin Weiyin was no longer worried, relaxing her features. During this period, to avoid erring further, she hadn't been seeing Miss Lin much.

Patiently waiting for their return, it would be after the child was born.

"Aunty, Aunty, Yue'er, Yue'er wants to play."

Qin Yue tugged at Yin Weiyin's horsetail whisk, mumbling.

Yin Weiyin flicked the whisk, its white strands darting like a fish, keeping out of Qin Yue's grasp. Impatiently, Qin Yue took a few steps, accidentally falling.

"Uh, uh, wah-wah-wah!"

Unable to obtain what she wanted and hurt from falling, Qin Yue started to cry resentfully.

The female crown did not like children crying, raising her brows slightly and said:

"Why cry? When I was your age, I didn't cry."

"Aunty, mean, mean!"

"Not playing. Sit quietly and meditate."

"Yue'er, Yue'er wants to play, play. Yue'er, Yue'er won't cry; if no play, Yue'er cries! Wah-wah-wah." Qin Yue shed tears continuously.

Yin Weiyin wouldn't yield to threats, especially from a child. She lightly waved the whisk, saying, "No matter what, I won't give in."

Enraged, Qin Yue stood up, stomped her feet, and went to grab it. But as soon as she touched it, the whisk seemed to have a life of its own, untouchable despite her efforts. She took a few steps back, crying even more heavily, shouting:

"Yue'er, Yue'er will tell, tell Dad!"

"Whoever cries is right?" Yin Weiyin frowned, saying.

"Yes! Right!" Qin Yue emphasized.

"Ha, I'm not afraid. In front of your dad, I can cry better than you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yue was taken aback, her tears pausing momentarily, at a loss.

Coming back to her senses, she briefly cried symbolically again, then obediently sat back on the cushion. Seeing this, Yin Weiyin waved the whisk, its white tail touching her head.

Qin Yue intended to grab it but heard: "Don't move, move and I'll take it away." Upon hearing this, Qin Yue obediently retracted her hand, curiously gazing at the whisk.

Yin Weiyin silently recited the mental method, threads of Primordial Qi coursing into Qin Yue's body, inducing the child's mind.

This technique resembles the Taoist Immortal's Supernal Enlightenment, yet it's not entirely so. Supernal Enlightenment involves transmitting one's cultivation into another's body; this technique, however, transmits the mental method into the Heart Lake. As the saying goes, 'give a man a fish, and he eats for a day; teach a man to fish, and he eats for a lifetime.' She imparted the Supreme Forget Emotion Technique to Qin Yue, so even if this little girl doesn't become the Taichua Goddess, with this technique, she can pacify her mind promptly, unaffected by externals.

Moreover, it can serve as the seed for her future path of cultivation.

As Yin Weiyin gently withdrew the whisk, Qin Yue had already tilted her head, fallen asleep deeply.

"In the cottage spring sleep is ample, the sun outside the window lingers." Yin Weiyin softly recited a line, smiling as she flicked her sleeve.

That's enough indeed. Although she transferred the technique, Yin Weiyin understood the principle of not disseminating techniques lightly. Furthermore, she was about to have a child herself. How could she not first consider her own offspring before others?

Yin Weiyin glanced at the sky outside the window, feeling the moment had come. Sure enough, footsteps sounded approaching from outside the courtyard.

She rose, skirted around the screen, and opened the door. Qin Qingluo stood outside in formal attire.