A Night's Time (Requesting Monthly Votes)

The night was cool as water, a gentle breeze caressing the land as scattered insect chirps rose from the mountains.

Beneath the apricot tree, the white Moonlight Stone gave off a serene glow, its light falling over the hem of a green skirt as well.

Crack!

Crack!

A small iron knife carved into a wooden sword, producing a pleasant sound.

Before long, a delicate face turned around.

She saw a handsome face pushing open the courtyard gate.

It was none other than Ye Jingcheng, returning from the council hall.

"Did I disturb you?" Ye Jingcheng asked with a faint smile.

Chu Yanqing smiled as well.

"Of course you did. If I carve this wooden sword for your future child too ugly, be careful he doesn't use it to poke you someday!"

In response to Chu Yanqing's words, Ye Jingcheng pulled her into his embrace.

Nearly four years of cultivation had also meant four years apart.

She was carving a sword in her hands. The wooden sword looked somewhat rounded rather than sharp, but it truly was suitable for a child.

Though their encounter back then had been intense, they had not conceived a child.

He knew that Chu Yanqing was hinting at it, and also looking forward to it.

At the same time, it was an obligation to the family.

Ye Jingcheng had promoted a policy of having more children for over forty years, yet as the family head, he himself had not had any. That was clearly rather hard to justify.

His second brother, Ye Jingyong, was said to have had another child, though the child was only three years old now, and it was still unknown whether he possessed spiritual roots.

Moreover, Chu Yanqing still retained the views she had inherited from her father: the position of family