Splash-
The pleasure boat they had temporarily requisitioned sped toward the Southern Border along the Huai River waterway. It sailed steadily, but its speed could fairly be called a thousand miles a day.
Lamps shone aboard the pleasure boat. With nothing to do, Zhao Ling sat meditating and cultivating in the main cabin.
In the room at the stern, the doors and windows were tightly shut, and all was silent.
Nangong Ye lay on the pillow, unsure how long she had slept. In any case, she had been dreaming all through her daze.
In her dream, she wore the Black-and-White Daoist Robe, yet stood with a huge belly, addressing the Sect Assembly while every disciple looked at her strangely-
On the seventh day after Senior Brother Lu's death, she attended his funeral, only to be scolded by the Sect Master's Wife, who said she had angered him to death-
She sat at home nursing a little baby in her arms, while Qingmo, still unmarried, stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, looking at her with utter disdain:
(←-↑)!
Perhaps it was too mortifying, because Nangong Ye actually frightened herself awake. She had been about to breathe a sigh of relief at the false alarm, but immediately remembered that those scenes in her dream might very well become reality in a few months-
I'm doomed, doomed-
Nangong Ye panicked too. She immediately sat up, intending to run away from home and find somewhere to hide until she had given birth, then return and say she had found the baby. But as she sat up, she discovered someone sitting beside the desk not far away.
The figure wore Golden Armor, a head of snowy hair cascading down her back. She sat upright on a round stool, leafing through a book with