As Time Passed, My Daughter Grew Up

Qin Wangchuan was awakened by the faint sound of an argument.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Dragon Scale, who was quietly lying by the pool.

His breathing was weak, not like he was asleep, but more like he had fainted from exhaustion.

The sounds of arguing could be heard coming from outside the door.

"I'm his sister, why can't I come in?"

The clear, melodious voice carried a hint of spoiled charm; it was the voice of Eighth Sister Qin Zhaoer.

"No, Young Master is recovering from his injuries."

Ye Jianwei's response was calm yet resolute.

"It's not like I'm in seclusion, it's been days already! I just want to take a look!"

"No."

"You think someone with a different surname dares to stop me?"

"No one may enter without the Young Master's permission. Of course, if the Eighth Young Master wishes to force his way in, he may try."

Upon hearing this, Qin Wangchuan's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

In a daze, it felt as if I had returned to the beginning.

When Ye Jianwei first entered the Qin Clan, he also confronted Qin Zhaoer in a similar way.

As a result, Ye Jianwei was severely bullied and had to be rescued by her master.

But things are different now.

Ye Jianwei has grown powerful, and in order to protect the peace and quiet around him, he will not yield an inch to anyone.

Time flies...

Qin Wangchuan sighed softly, but his gaze never left Dragon Scale, who was unconscious by the pool.

He rose from the pool, stepped out of the water, and went straight to the girl, bending down beside her.

His fingertips first touched her soft, warm hair that was scattered on the ground, then moved silently to stroke her pale cheek.

The silence felt both fleeting and incredibly long.

He finally moved.

With one hand carefully supporting the girl's neck, and the other hand reaching around her hips and back to hook between her legs, he gently cradled the unconscious Dragon Scale in his arms.

It feels soft and lightweight to the touch.

It wasn't that she became lighter, but rather that her strength increased.

Deep within their bloodline, an unprecedented power is surging and roaring—a vitality and domineering force belonging to the True Dragon Royal Clan, powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rocks.

And the cost, lay weakly in his arms.

Qin Wangchuan tightened his arms, letting her cheek rest gently on his shoulder, then lowered his head, letting a hot sigh escape into her Dragon Scale:

"Fool."

Begin the investigation immediately.

It was confirmed that although Dragon Scale was severely depleted of her Essence Blood, her foundation was intact, and in fact... the strange power she had fused with when she ascended the Heaven Ascending Ladder was still nourishing her.

Having been broken and rebuilt, once she recovers, her strength will likely increase even further.

After completing the investigation, Qin Wangchuan felt somewhat relieved.

"This pool, in the end, is finally yours to use."

Without further hesitation, he carefully placed the Dragon Scale, which had returned to its maiden form, into the Dragon Raising Pool to nourish it.

After changing into clean clothes, he Outer Dao:

Come in.

"Did you hear that! Your master told me to come in!" Qin Zhaoer's voice immediately rose eight octaves, followed by a smug "Hehehe~"

The door was pushed open.

The moment Qin Zhaoer raised her eyes, her fox-like eyes froze, then lit up in disbelief.

Qin Wangchuan sat there quietly, dressed only in a plain white undergarment, his dark hair slightly damp.

Her appearance remained unchanged, but her aura was completely different.

A vast, ancient, and chilling Dragon Might silently emanated from him.

What's even more terrifying is the faintly visible Dragon Form phantom behind him!

His majestic golden eyes were half-closed, his breath synchronized with his own. Each blink of his eyes made his already Qingjue appearance even more breathtaking—all the restraint between his brows had vanished, leaving only a dignified and understated nobility that commanded respect from all things.

Just as Qin Zhaoer was engrossed in the moment, the Dragon Might's might vanished.

She snapped out of her reverie, her gaze sweeping across the room—and instantly realized something was wrong!

Qin Wangchuan's hair was still damp with moisture, while Dragon Scale was fast asleep in the pool.

The sight instantly conjured up images of a fierce battle in her mind.

"You! You! How could you... how could you!"

She pointed at Qin Wangchuan, her face flushed, and after stammering for a long time, she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Ye Jianwei walked in from behind her at this moment, her gaze calmly sweeping over the Dragon Scale in the pool, then looking at Qin Wangchuan, and asking in a low voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Did you do it?"

She is no longer that timid little maid.

She had already won the Young Master's favor, and when she asked this question, there was a faint hint of pride in her expression.

"Alright, stop teasing her." Qin Wangchuan interrupted this scene that was adding fuel to the fire, and turned to Qin Zhaoer, who was still stammering, "Eighth Sister, is there something you need?"

Qin Zhaoer snorted heavily and turned her head away, "It's nothing, I just came to check on you for Fourth Brother to see if you're dead."

"Fourth Brother? He's looking for me?"

Qin Zhaoer snorted again, without answering.

Ye Jianwei, who was standing to the side, spoke up at the opportune moment, her voice clear and calm:

"Eighth Dao Child comes every day."

"And at night... I'll sit on top of the Heaven-Questioning Tower across the way and look this way."

"Aaaaaah! You traitor! You blind bastard!" Qin Zhaoer belatedly lunged forward to cover her mouth, but Ye Jianwei deftly dodged her.

Having her little scheme exposed in public, Qin Zhaoer couldn't stay any longer. She stomped her foot, turned around, and ran away.

"I hate Ninth Brother the most!"

A shout filled with embarrassment and anger drifted from afar.

Qin Wangchuan shook his head and chuckled, "They can't even convey what they're saying..."

"Never mind."

"Since we're going to see the Old Ancestor anyway, let's go see Fourth Brother on the way."

As he stood up, Ye Jianwei silently pressed herself against him, her eyes lowered, and began to tidy and dress him without saying a word.

His movements were practiced and skillful, as if they were no different from before.

However, the invisible barrier between the two had disappeared.

The girl's fingertips lingered, her body leaning lightly, almost as if she wanted to snuggle into his arms.

Qin Wangchuan hesitated, thinking it wasn't possible now.

Ye Jianwei had already helped him get dressed and took a step back.

His posture returned to a respectful standing position, as if the previous closeness was just an illusion.

"She's quite capable."

He chuckled softly, walked over, and raised his hand, imagining he had ruffled the hair of Dragon Scale as he had done to her.

However, Ye Jianwei suddenly raised his hand to meet her.

Immediately afterward, before Qin Wangchuan could react, she took his hand and pressed her soft cheek against his cool palm, rubbing it against his hand like a weary bird returning to its nest.

That familiar sense of dependence flowed silently back through our skin touching.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Only the slight tremor of her eyelashes betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

"Young Master..."

"I'm... not a child anymore."

They've already done the most intimate things, how can they still be children?

Ye Jianwei closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his palm. The heavy weight that had been hanging over her heart for so long finally lifted.

She wasn't qualified to participate in that previous major battle.

All I could do was watch from afar and pray silently.

Fortunately, my Young Master is unharmed.

The two lingered quietly for a moment.

Qin Wangchuan spoke again, his tone casual. "By the way, where's Jiujiu?"

If he hadn't gone home, he would have almost forgotten that such a bird existed.

"It..." Ye Jianwei paused, then a subtle, almost amusement-like smile appeared on his face.

"He's the boss of the Spirit Beast Garden."