Chapter 1429 - 774: Suckling (Two-in-One)_3

The saying "using one's full strength" is often used in rhetoric, but today he truly understands what that means.

He has no idea what Qin Yue, that little rascal, was thinking. Just as he was feeling touched and soft-hearted, she suddenly pulled this move, biting down like a crab's claw, refusing to let go.

The situation happened suddenly; Chen Yi wanted to push her away but dared not use force, nor use Copper Bone Skill, afraid of breaking her teeth. Qin Qingluo witnessed it but, instead of stopping her, laughed on the side.

Qin Yue seemed determined to suck something out.

Thus, the bedroom was filled with cries and howls.

It's likely that the maidens passing by early in the morning shook their heads thinking: The concubine was surely harshly dealt with early on.

In the end, it was only when Zhu E came by, comforting and coaxing, did Qin Yue leave his chest. Even while being led away, her gaze was unwavering. Chen Yi could never forget that reluctant look.

Chen Yi dared not think, perhaps in the eyes of a child at this age, not being able to suck something out is not because there is none, but because the strength is insufficient...

Now he has to leave the Southern Border, and there's no time to correct her. Chen Yi sighed softly, murmuring, "She'll understand when she grows up."

Walking out of the hallway, following his memory, Chen Yi turned and returned to the front of his own courtyard. The plum blossoms were blooming, the red stamens bright, under the dark cyan tree trunk sat Miss Lin, doing needlework in the sunlight. Chen Yi thought, perhaps among all women, none could be as virtuous a wife and mother as her.

Chen Yi slowly approached her side, she looked up, her lips parting slightly, somewhat hesitating, seeming somewhat fearful, prompting Chen Yi to slow his steps slightly, giving her more time.

"Husband…" She finally spoke up.

Chen Yi thus quickened his steps, reaching her side, saying, "Enjoying the sun?"

"Hmm."

"What are you embroidering?"

"Nothing much, just a flat peach."

They were still awkward around each other, speaking a few lines before running out of topics. Chen Yi knew Miss Lin's nature had long accustomed to harmony in household life, so he sat by her side, accompanying her in silence.

He didn't focus entirely on her, occasionally glancing at the embroidery, sometimes at the plum blossoms.

When her movements paused slightly, taking a breath, Chen Yi was counting plum blossoms; she glanced at his profile suddenly asking:

"...Why are your eyes so bright?"

"Hmm?"

"…Sometimes they seem melancholic…"

After these words, she ceased speaking, returning to her needlework.

But Chen Yi thought for a moment, taking a brocade pouch from his chest, slowly pushing it in front of her,

"I've thought of some names, shall we choose together?"

...............

By the afternoon, Chen Yi left the courtyard, seemingly going to seek out the Princess.

Lin Wanxiao didn't delve into it, after lunch, she did some needlework again, a little sweat forming on her forehead, feeling slightly tired. She stood up, supporting her belly as she returned indoors, though it had not yet swollen, she cherished this fetus.

"I'm weary, I won't weave anymore, read me some books." She said to Xiuhe.

"Alright, which book does madam wish to hear, shall we continue from last time?"

"Read fewer tales, more poetry and classics please."

Lin Wanxiao stroked her abdomen, there's a saying that a belly full of literary knowledge exudes elegance. Yet, it's unfortunate that Chen Yi isn't well-versed in literature, what he fills her belly with is never poetry or classics. Truly uncertain what to do when the child is born.

Be it a boy or girl, wielding weapons like a martial artist seems too coarse.

She can only read more poetry and classics herself.

Xiuhe complied, fetching a volume of the Classic of Poetry, sitting by the window, reading:

"Behold the Qi'ao hills, green bamboo sways. The noble wise man, like carved, polished, cut and ground…"

Lin Wanxiao half reclined on the couch, Xiuhe's reading flowed into her ears, she listened and gradually became dazed, her mind floating and wavering.

He is leaving.

This time, who knows how long he will be gone.

The roads to Western Jin are long, and hearing Yin Weiyin mention occasionally, it seems it's not entirely a peaceful path, however, since he's so capable, undoubtedly… there's no concern for safety.

Lin Wanxiao lowered her gaze, knowing she shouldn't worry too much.

Only... what about the child?

Her hand lingered on her abdomen, fingertips slightly clutching. If by his return, the child is already born, what will it look like? If he… delays even longer, the child may even be babbling words, toddling steps.

She must properly teach the child to understand reason and respect rites.

Even if it's a girl, she should grow to be a learned woman, not wield weapons like the child's father.

As for herself...

Lin Wanxiao, alone, caressed her belly, lost and forlorn,

Once the child is born, perhaps seek a status...