"It’s alright, I’m fine now, don’t worry about me," Yang Mengchen said with a comforting smile. "How are Grandpa and Grandma? I haven’t seen them for so long, and I really miss them."
Shen Qiulan nodded with tears in her eyes, "Your Grandpa and Grandma are both well, and they miss you very much, too. They’ll come again after Tian Gao’s full moon celebration."
"That’s good, so they don’t have to travel back and forth continuously." The Yang family lived not close to The Capital, and since there wasn’t much time between the third-day bathing ceremony and the full moon celebration, Yang Mengchen thought this arrangement was good. "Tian Gao, did you come up with the fourth brother’s nickname?" she asked, smiling at Yang Zonghan, who was sitting next to Yang Chaowen.
"Mmm, do you like it, Auntie?" Yang Zonghan asked, looking up at Yang Mengchen with hopeful eyes.
Yang Mengchen nodded her head, "The name Tian Gao is really nice. Fourth brother must like it very much."
"I also think the fourth brother must like it very much," Yang Zonghan declared seriously, nodding his head, with Yang Zonglie and Yang Zongjun following suit.
Everyone burst into laughter at this.
Yang Chaoyi said, "Jiujiu, you have another competition in the afternoon. Go back to your room and rest well, and we’ll call you when lunch is ready."
Fully agreeing, everyone urged Sister Jin and the others to help Yang Mengchen back to her room. After seeing their sister off, Yang Chengyou and his brothers went to the outer study as if they were telepathically connected.
After dealing with the aftermath, Long Xuanmo hurried back to the Yang family and went straight to Yang Mengchen’s room. He found her sleeping soundly, washed up briefly in the bathroom, and then, shedding his outer garments, he lay down beside her, tightly wrapping his strong arms around her and deeply inhaling the unique refreshing scent of her body.
Feeling a slight pain on her body, Yang Mengchen opened her sleepy eyes, her soft voice full of drowsy coyness, "Wende, you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were sealed by Long Xuanmo’s kiss.
Long Xuanmo’s kiss was like a sudden fierce storm, a torrential mountain flood bursting forth, a wild horse galloping uncontrollably. As Yang Mengchen was taken aback, it came sweeping over her, tinged with a frenzy and deep anger.
"Mmm..."
The strong force, as if it was about to devour her whole, made Yang Mengchen quite uncomfortable. She couldn’t help but frown tightly and was about to struggle, but she felt Long Xuanmo’s whole body trembling, his breath heavy with pain, and immediately her heart ached. She stopped struggling.
Long Xuanmo’s arm, clasping around Yang Mengchen’s waist, tightened even more, imprisoning her in his embrace as his other hand cradled the back of her head.
After a long time, Long Xuanmo finally released Yang Mengchen, his forehead resting against hers, his deep voice laden with hoarseness, "Ah Jiu, you scared me today!"
When he saw the first arrow speeding toward his beloved wife, no one knew how terrified and desperate he felt. In that moment, his mind went blank. He wanted to rush up to protect Ah Jiu, but his body was stiff as iron, and he didn’t have the slightest strength to move.
Thankfully, Ah Jiu dodged it. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a second arrow followed closely behind. Just as he thought to rush over no matter what, he saw Ah Jiu catch the arrow with her bare hands and then decisively draw her bow and shoot, thereby downing the arrow that was aimed at assassinating the emperor.
Although Ah Jiu was finally safe and sound, although the emperor emerged unscathed, although those assassins were caught, the intense savagery in his heart did not subside but grew even more intense. Had it not been for his extraordinary self-control, he would surely have crushed those assassins to ashes on the spot, condemning their souls to eternal damnation.
After being alone for more than twenty years, now that he finally had someone who entered his heart, providing him warmth and unwavering affection, how could he possibly accept losing her?
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Long Xuanmo’s heart would bleed as if cut by a knife, and he ached so much it was almost suffocating, "Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu..."
Yang Mengchen had been somewhat angry, Wende had used force on her, almost biting her lip, but hearing his increasingly panicked murmurs, her anger dissipated instantly. She looked up at him earnestly, "Wende, I’ve said that I would grow old with you, and I will never go back on my word!"
Long Xuanmo didn’t speak, just gazed deeply at his wife, who was embedded in his bones with love. Moments later, his lips met hers again.
This time, it was different from the previous stormy kiss. It was the gentlest caress, like a spring rain soaking into one’s heart, washing away the despair and ferocity from his being, deepening the kiss unconsciously.
In that warmth, Yang Mengchen felt as if basking in the sun’s nurturing rays, her soul ironed smooth. She reached her arms around Long Xuanmo’s neck, gently responding to his lingering kiss.
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