Yang Mengchen received the brocade box with both hands, her eyes misting over with tears, as she was moved and happy deep in heart.
"Keep this jade ring safe," Meng Jingqi said, spreading his fair right palm out before her, where a sparkling and translucent blue jade ring lay quietly, "If you ever run into any trouble, you can show this jade ring at any One Superb Pavilion in the four countries and their managers will follow your commands!"
"Brother Jingqi, I can’t accept this jade ring," Yang Mengchen shook her head.
Clearly, One Superb Pavilion was Meng Jingqi’s network of secret resources across the countries, and now he was offering it to her without hesitation – the sentiment was far too precious.
Beside her, Meng Hanyue was momentarily surprised, but her expression quickly relaxed with eyes and brows softening with understanding, showing no jealousy or resentment.
She had just been thinking about asking her brother to secretly ensure Nine Sister’s protection; she had not expected that her brother already had arrangements in place. With this, even upon their return to their own country, they would feel much more at ease.
Meng Jingqi looked deeply into Yang Mengchen’s eyes, "We can’t protect you at all times, and the royal family struggle has always been extremely cruel. With One Superb Pavilion at your disposal, you’ll have an added layer of security."
Although their time together was short, he knew that Nine Sister cared little for power and ambition, longing instead for peace. He believed firmly that even if Nine Sister took control of One Superb Pavilion, she would only resort to using it when absolutely necessary and would never reveal its secrets to anyone.
Still, Yang Mengchen firmly refused to take the jade ring.
Meng Jingqi glanced sideways at Meng Hanyue, who then took the jade ring and placed it on Yang Mengchen’s index finger, "We are thousands of miles away, and if something were to happen to you, we would be powerless to help. With One Superb Pavilion secretly protecting you, our father, mother, and we ourselves will be at peace."
Unable to refuse their kindness, Yang Mengchen accepted the ring with tears in her eyes. She took out two pieces of paper and handed them to Meng Jingqi, "This paper contains the formula for an antibiotic I just successfully developed. The resulting medication can kill bacteria, prevent infections, and lower the death rate;
This one details the cultivation of cotton. Cotton can be spun into thread for weaving cloth and used for stuffing cotton clothing and quilts. It is not only soft and comfortable but also warm.
I originally planned to give these to Brother Jingqi before he left, but now is a good opportunity to give it to you. Please keep the formulae safe, and make sure they don’t fall into the wrong hands."
"As for the cultivation of cotton, Qinghe Prefecture has already started, and within two or three years the whole country will likely follow. Regarding the antibiotic, I’ll start producing it formally with Big Brother Luo in a couple of days." Seeing the worried looks on their faces, Yang Mengchen smiled and said, "Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing and won’t bring trouble upon myself."
Meng Jingqi and Meng Hanyue felt relieved after hearing her assurances, deeply moved by Yang Mengchen’s genuine care and protection. Knowing Nine Sister was their good fortune and blessing.
Not wanting to linger on this topic, Yang Mengchen conveyed the news reported by the birds to both of them and discussed countermeasures together.
After glancing at the hourglass, she surmised that Long Xuanmo should be returning soon. To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, Meng Jingqi and Meng Hanyue took their leave.
Yang Mengchen removed the jade ring from her finger and placed it in her bag along with the Gold Imperial Decree and Seal. Just as she was about to ask Hai Tang to check the front yard, Mo Yun and Mo Lei came back, supporting the drunk Long Xuanmo. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Yang Mengchen instructed them to assist Long Xuanmo to the bed and quickly ordered Hai Tang to bring sobering soup, while Bai He fetched warm water. She personally fed Long Xuanmo the sobering soup, then wrung out a cloth to wipe his face and hands. Afterward, with a wave of her hand, she had Hai Tang and the others leave the room.
Sitting by the bed, she watched the intoxicated Long Xuanmo with a slight furrow between her brows.
Brother Jingqi had said that Wende could hold his liquor extremely well, but now he was so drunk that he was unresponsive. How much had her brothers made Wende drink that he didn’t even feel her wiping his face and hands?
Yang Mengchen was silently pondering when suddenly, the world spun around her, and she found herself lying on the bed. The previously closed-eyed, drunken Long Xuanmo was propping himself up on either side of her shoulders, looking down at her. His clear eyes were filled with passionate tenderness, as if he were about to melt her completely.
"You’re not drunk?" she asked.
The corners of Long Xuanmo’s lips lifted into a proud smile, his mood seeming exceptionally buoyant.
Yang Mengchen feigned anger, realizing too late, "You actually deceived me! You... mmm..."
Her complaint was completely swallowed by Long Xuanmo. While on top of her, he made certain not to crush her, his hands gently cradling her cheeks, refusing to let her dodge, his warm tongue kissed her brows, eyes, and nose, and finally landed on her tender lips. Twirling and entwining, he slowly increased the intensity, and the room temperature rose steadily.
After a while, Yang Mengchen felt she could hardly breathe and regained her senses, "Wende, we are at my parents’ house, stop, don’t do this." It wouldn’t be proper for her family to know what they were doing in broad daylight, shutting themselves in the room.
"Let’s go home immediately." Seeing his wife’s enchanting, flushed face, Long Xuanmo’s gaze grew even more fervently hot, like fire. He couldn’t help but nibble on her soft earlobe, wishing he could blend her into his bones and blood, never to part from her.
Pushing Long Xuanmo away, Yang Mengchen said with a blushing face, "It’s not yet time to go home."
According to ancient customs, a bride returns in the evening to her husband’s home. It was only late Wei Hour (around 3 pm), more than an hour away from evening.
Long Xuanmo lay back on the bed in defeat, yet still held his wife in his embrace, feeling time was moving particularly slowly.
"Just now Brother Jingqi and Sister Han Yue said they will return to their country the morning after tomorrow," Yang Mengchen found a comfortable position in Long Xuanmo’s embrace.
Suppressing the rushing tide of desire, Long Xuanmo spoke in a deep tone, "The sooner they leave, the better."
Yang Mengchen shared the sentiment but didn’t notice the strong tinge of jealousy in Long Xuanmo’s words.
As the two talked, the time reached You Hour (around 6 pm) unnoticed. Long Xuanmo took Yang Mengchen’s hand, bid everyone farewell, and upon exiting Qinghe Prefecture’s gate and getting into the carriage, he quickly urged Mo Yun to speed up.
Upon hearing Long Xuanmo’s urging, Yang Mengchen felt a wave of exasperation.
It was like declaring to the world that there was no silver here—making it obvious that he was eager to return home for a specific reason. She remembered that on their wedding night, Wende had been considerate because it was her first time, and they had to present tea at the palace the next day. Today was also her return visit, so he’d restrained himself on both nights. Wende was, after all, in the prime of his youth. She found his eagerness understandable.
The moment they reached the entrance of their estate, Long Xuanmo carried Yang Mengchen, using his light skills to fly back to their chamber. Quickly, they shed their clothes at the fastest speed, and soon the room echoed with delightful and pleasant rhythms.
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