After Transmigrating into a Book, I Accidentally Won the Heart of the Miaojiang Youth Chapter 192

Murong ixin watched as Heart Knife withdrew from the conversation and sidled over. "Hero Fang, Ninth said that when a wife gives birth, the pain is unbearable, and we n of the Central Plains can only stand by helplessly. That’s why we’re useless!"

Fang Songhe frowned slightly, pondering for a mont before replying, "Ninth makes a fair point. A child has both a father and a mother, so why should the mother bear all the pain of childbirth? In fairness, the pain should be split equally between them."

Murong ixin was left speechless.

What now? He suddenly found the logic rather convincing!

Su Lingxi crouched on the ground, feeding dried fish—snatched from the pond by a crow—to naless snakes, insects, and rodents. He cast a disdainful glance at the group of idle n and clicked his tongue in contempt.

Arguing over such nonsense—more childish than three-year-olds!

"Wife, will it hurt?"

Black Goose burst into the room with a dramatic "Wahhh!" interrupting what should have been a ladies' tea party. Seeing him rush in, Murong ixin and Heart Knife quickly followed.

"Wait for !"

Su Lingxi, short-legged and frantic, scrambled after them, eager to offer his own attentions.

"Where’s Lady Shangguan?"

"Yeah, where’s Sister Shangguan?"

Murong ifei’s voice carried over, "Lady Shangguan said there are still evil spirits roaming the world. She couldn’t stay—there are places that need her."

And just like that, Shangguan Huanxi slipped away quietly, unwilling to leave behind false hope.

She departed with effortless grace, carrying only a single pack, gripping her sword, and riding a single horse—nothing more.

Shangguan Huanxi, once the ruler of Canghaizhou, the legendary number one under heaven, never paused to indulge those who chased after her.

Yet it was precisely this untouchable nature that made people yearn to follow her, to catch even one more glimpse of her retreating figure—that alone would be enough.

Heart Knife and Su Lingxi exchanged a glance.

Heart Knife: "Maybe… we should give up?"

Su Lingxi nodded. "Let’s give up."

They locked eyes again—then, in the next instant, both moved at once.

Heart Knife leapt out through the window.

Su Lingxi sprinted through the door.

Their voices echoed in unison through the air: "I won’t lose to you!"

anwhile, Black Goose’s wailing continued, "Wife, giving birth must be so painful! Just imagining it makes … makes … nauseous… Ugh!"

White Dove snapped, "Hey, I’m the one who’s supposed to be sick, not you!"

Murong ixin: "Junior Sister, pregnancy and childbirth sound terrifying. I’ve heard the Northern Territories have all sorts of strange secret arts—maybe there’s a way for n to bear children! Junior Sister, let’s go to the North—"

Murong ifei: "Get lost!"

Sang Duo shrieked as Murong ixin was sent flying, "My dicine!"

A dark figure moved faster. As Murong ixin plumted in free fall, he spotted a black-robed man reaching out to catch him—only for the hand to swerve past him and steady the dicine cabinet instead.

With a thud, Murong ixin hit the ground.

Sang Duo gasped in delight, "Cang Yan!"

Then ca a howl of despair, "Dirty! I’m dirty now!"

A ssenger pigeon landed in Fang Songhe’s hand. He read the letter—sent by Song Chunming—and smiled at the clamor inside the house. "Guess it’s ti to send word back that all’s well."

A small green snake slithered out from the girl’s shoulder, its tail lightly brushing her cheek.

On the day Chu'he was taken by Chi Yan, the little snake had been flung away by the violent force, but thankfully unhard. Once Chu'he returned, it clung to her as usual.

Taking the hint, Chu'he stepped outside and spotted the lone boy beneath the tree.

He sat on the swing, head bowed, long white hair slightly disheveled. His long legs rested lightly on the ground, rocking the swing idly, silver ornants chiming with each movent. His ruby-red earrings, once dazzling, now seed dimd.

In one hand, he rcilessly gripped a wide-eyed little spider; in the other, he plucked at its fur absently, muttering under his breath.

"What’s so great about having kids?"

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"Even without a child, A'he would still love —love most, love only ."

With every muttered line, he yanked out another tuft of fur. The poor spider, Big Eyes, trembled pitifully, tears welling in its many eyes.

When the boy was in a foul mood, his destructive instincts surfaced. Compared to refining humans into poison, plucking Big Eyes’ fur was restraint.

His cruel nature left the defenseless spider suffering.

"Ninth."

Ninth’s fingers tightened, making Big Eyes let out a tiny "squeak" as it curled its legs. He looked up, eyes glittering.

Behind Chu'he, the dicine room buzzed with chaos. Before her, only the rustling autumn wind and Big Eyes’ faint squeaks filled the air. Yet without hesitation, she quickened her pace toward him.

Her footsteps seed to carry magic, vibrating the air, igniting the gems adorning the boy’s clothes.

Even his most beautiful feature—those crimson eyes—sparkled like a galaxy of stars, as if the Milky Way had descended early upon the earth.

In monts, she was upon him, a gust of wind crashing into his arms. Instinctively, he released Big Eyes and spread his arms, catching her securely.

The swing swayed, but he held her steady, arms locked tight.

The warmth of her body against his chest sent a tingling through him. The tension in his shoulders lted away, the coldness in his eyes fading. The stars in his ruby gaze shimred brighter than any gem.

Chu'he nestled into the swing beside him, boneless against his chest. She cupped Big Eyes in her palm.

The tiny spider gazed up at her, pitiful and harmless—who could guess it was a venomous poison insect?

Chu'he lifted her eyes. "Ninth, can’t you stop bullying it?"

Ninth blinked innocently. "I’m just playing with it. Not bullying."

Chu'he humd skeptically. She called the little green snake over, instructing it to take Big Eyes away to play.

The snake raised its head, casting a haughty glance at Big Eyes before slithering off. The spider scrambled after it on all eight legs, vanishing into a pile of dry wood in seconds.

Ninth looked down at her, eyes gleaming.

Chu'he t his gaze, sensing the sudden burst of joy radiating from him. Smiling, she cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

His laughter rang clear and bright, like a spring breeze sweeping through fresh grass, warm and sweet.

Even the sparrows on the branches seed fooled by the false spring, bobbing their heads and chattering excitedly among themselves.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled light over their intertwined heads as he leaned close to Chu'he’s ear, his voice trembling with laughter. "A'he, can I kiss you again?"

Chu'he straightened up, crossing her arms with an air of regal aloofness, much like the little green serpent from before. "No more kisses."

Ninth bent down, his tone syrupy and pleading. "Why not?"

"If I let you kiss whenever you want, where’s my dignity in that?"

Ninth lowered himself further, pressing his cheek against hers. "I don’t need dignity. You can kiss instead."

He was simple and direct, his innocence tinged with a wildness untouched by moral conventions.

A strange thrill surged in Chu'he’s heart. "Ninth."

"Hmm?"

"You look so easy to bully like this… It makes want to drag you back into that dark little room again."

Ninth’s expression shifted slightly, and he quickly clamped his legs together.