Spirit City.
Saintess Hall.
This is the residence of Bibi Dong. Even though she now occupies a high position between Judgment Elder and Worship Hall Third Offering, and holds power enough to make the entire continent tremble, she still has not moved away from this place.
All the furnishings in the palace still retain their original appearance.
In the bedroom, Jing Ni was leaning on the soft bed, her plain robe loosely covering her bulging belly.
Yan Lingji sat sideways on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl of steaming ginseng soup in his white jade-like hands.
She held the spoon in her right hand, gently scooped up a spoonful, tested the temperature on her lips, and then carefully handed it to Jing Ni's mouth.
"Come on, open your mouth..."
Bibi Dong moved a low stool and sat at the head of the bed, leaning forward slightly and placing his left hand extremely carefully on Jing Ni's highly bulging abdomen.
She held her breath and felt it motionless for a long time. Suddenly, her beautiful deep purple eyes suddenly lit up, with a look of surprise as if she had discovered a new world.
"She... she seems to be saying hello to me!"
Bibi Dong's voice was very low, but he couldn't hide the throbbing that surged from the bottom of his heart.
After coming back yesterday, he briefly explained what happened to Yan Lingji.
Although Bibi Dong was very angry, he still gritted his teeth and took Jing Ni to the Saintess Hall, treating her as an ancestor and enshrining her.
"It seems like she likes you very much."
Yan Lingji turned his head and looked at the soft appearance of Bibi Dong, with a smile on his lips.
Immediately, she turned her gaze to the silent figure in the corner of the room who was trying to reduce his presence and said seriously:
"Husband, the Martial Soul that sister Jing Ni awakened is 'Northern Ming Xuanwu', which is a perfect counterpoint to my own 'Mystic Bird·Vermilion Bird' attributes of yin and yang."
"I want to give the origin of my soul to the child in her belly."
"In this case, our eldest son will definitely go further and more steadily in his future cultivation journey."
"Look, is this okay?"
Zhao Linchuan Hearing this, he withdrew his gaze from the window lattice and responded in a calm voice, "As the eldest sister, you have the final say in this matter."
"Yeah." After receiving the promise, Yan Lingji nodded slightly, and then returned his gaze to Jing Ni's face.
She first put the spoon in the bowl, then raised her right hand, gently brushed away a strand of slightly messy hair from Jing Ni's forehead, and said with a smile:
"Jing Ni sister, did you hear that?"
"From now on, you can live here with peace of mind and regard this Saintess Hall as your own home."
"As long as I'm here, no one in this world can hurt you."
Jing Ni raised his head and met Yan Lingji's candid and sincere eyes.
There was acceptance, protection, and a kind of warmth from her family that she had never experienced before.
Her eyes began to turn red and her throat was choked up. Eventually, thousands of words turned into one sentence that was a bit difficult but extremely sincere.
"Thank you... sister."
Yan Lingji patted the back of her hand, then looked back and forth between Zhao Linchuan and Jing Ni, and asked softly:
"Have you thought about what the child will be called?"
Zhao Linchuan did not answer, but cast the same gentle and questioning gaze on Jing Ni on the bed.
Jing Ni lowered his head and gently touched his abdomen with his hands, his eyes showing an unprecedented tenderness mixed with hope and prayer.
"If... if it's a daughter," she said hesitantly and eagerly, as if she was afraid that this hard-won happiness would slip away, "I want to call her 'Yan', the Yan of the oath."
"I hope that every word she speaks and every promise she makes in her life can be decided by herself, and she doesn't have to be like me..."
"Yan? A-Yan? Zhao Yan?" Yan Lingji repeated the name several times, with a smile on his brows and eyes, "A good name, clean and powerful, and it also hides the deep heart of a daughter's family."
She looked at Zhao Linchuan and asked, "What do you think, husband?"
"I'll just follow you guys, my name is Zhao Yan, it's a good name." Zhao Linchuan nodded slightly, finalizing the decision.
"Then it's settled." Yan Lingji fed Jing Ni the last mouthful of ginseng soup in the bowl, then stood up, carefully tucked her in, and pulled the quilt to her chest.
"Okay, what pregnant women need most is silence." She turned around and started chasing away the other two people in the room, "You guys go out first, I'm here to watch. I'll say a few words of respect to sister Jing Ni."
Bibi Dong seemed to be unable to wait any longer. She turned sideways and gave Zhao Linchuan a fierce look.
Immediately, she stood up, took a step forward, grabbed his arm forcefully without any explanation, and dragged him out of the bedroom.
After the two left, the room suddenly became quiet.
Yan Lingji sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Jing Ni's hand outside the quilt, and said softly:
"I really envy you. You can tell me how you... met?"
"I...?" Hearing this, Jing Ni was startled for a moment, and then an extremely complicated and weird smile appeared on his face.
She lowered her head and was silent for a long time before speaking with some difficulty, "I don't know what to say... let me think..."
A moment later, at home.
Bibi Dong almost dragged Zhao Linchuan back to his residence.
As soon as she entered, she slammed the door shut with her backhand, and then the surging divine power in her body poured out without reservation.
Purple-gold light patterns quickly spread, intertwined, and overlapped on the ground, walls, and ceilings like spiritual snakes. Countless divine power barriers were laid out on the inner and outer three floors, completely isolating the entire room into a sealed space independent of the world, and not even a breath of air could penetrate.
After doing all this, she suddenly turned around, put one hand on her hips, pointed at the tip of Zhao Linchuan's nose with the other, and said without a breath:
"Zhao Linchuan! Please tell me the truth! How many women do you have outside?"
She took a deep breath, her chest heaved violently, and anger almost burst out of her eyes.
"How many of those women are pregnant!"
"Give me one, five, ten, and tell me every word!"
"As long as you tell half a lie, I... I will never forgive you today!"
Zhao Linchuan was cornered by a series of questions. His eyes were a little wandering. He tentatively stretched out a few fingers and added more fingers while looking at Bibi Dong's face.
"It seems... not many."
"Two, three... four, five... six, seven, eight or nine?"
"Eight or nine?!" When Bibi Dong heard this, her blood pressure instantly soared, and she felt a surge of anger rising straight to the sky, making her carefully combed hair almost stand up with anger.
Her whole body exploded and she screamed, "I asked you why you have been gone for more than half a year and there is no news at all!"
"You dare to be trapped by those shameless goblins outside!"
The more she talked, the angrier she became, and her eyes turned red.
"Let me ask you! If sister Jing Ni hadn't been about to give birth, would you still have planned to keep me in the dark and keep doing this?!"