Chapter 41: The wind is too strong, I couldn’t hear clearly.

On the day of the Zilin Grand Ceremony, Luo City was already plunged into an uproar.

Although the Zilin Grand Ceremony was not held in Luo City, and to some extent, the Immortal Family’s Zilin Grand Ceremony had nothing to do with the Mortal world.

However, the Qian Kingdom was founded relying on the Zilin Holy Land; the Founding Emperor of Qian Kingdom was friends with the Zilin Holy Land’s Second Sacred Lord.

Therefore, since ancient times, the Qian Kingdom has been under the protection of the Zilin Holy Land.

And as the largest Dynasty nation in the entire Qianye Continent, the Qian Kingdom supplied talented young Cultivators to the Zilin Holy Land.

By relying on the Qian Kingdom, the Zilin Holy Land could easily and continuously obtain excellent prospects for cultivation.

Backed by the Zilin Holy Land, no one dared to provoke the Qian Kingdom. At most, they faced internal strife from power struggles within the royal family, but absolutely no external threats.

The two complemented each other and grew stronger day by day.

Therefore, for the Qian Kingdom, the Zilin Grand Ceremony was as important as the Qian Kingdom’s Founding Day; it was a national celebration.

Furthermore, the one presiding over the Zilin Grand Ceremony this time was not the Zilin Sacred Lord, but the Zilin Saintess.

The Zilin Saintess was also the full sister of the Empress of Qian Kingdom, sharing the same mother and father, and possessed a pure Imperial Bloodline.

In the Qian Kingdom, she even held the title of Zilin Princess.

Luo City was the fiefdom of the Zilin Princess.

However, because the Zilin Saintess sought to verify the Eternal Dao, Luo City was placed under the temporary management of Qu Ke.

In reality, the Zilin Saintess was the true master of Luo City.

Therefore, to the people of the Qian Kingdom, the Zilin Saintess was one of their own, which gave the entire population of the Qian Kingdom, especially those in Luo City, a great sense of involvement.

Early in the morning, Luo City was like the New Year celebration, filled with the sound of firecrackers, the clamor of children in the streets, and the gentle scolding of young married women trailing after their kids.

A festive day like this was usually a good day for a wedding.

For example, the family directly across from Lin Xun’s house had an endless stream of firecrackers, and the soundproofing of ancient courtyards relied almost entirely on distance.

Jiang Qingshang, who woke up first, saw her husband still sound asleep, although his brow furrowed slightly due to the sound of the firecrackers, yet he “rebelliously” refused to get up.

Jiang Qingshang smiled softly, snuggling her soft body further into her husband’s embrace, and carefully withdrew her slender arm from his grasp.

Her two small hands gently covered his ears.

Lying on her side, Jiang Qingshang’s watery eyes gazed at her husband’s sleeping face.

Her pair of Kasilan Big Eyes blinked and blinked, as if she could never tire of looking.

The sound of firecrackers gradually faded, and Lin Xun’s furrowed brow gently relaxed.

However, Jiang Qingshang still didn’t lower her hands. Instead, she gently pinched his earlobe, then pinched his nose, and finally softly pressed his lips with her fair fingertips.

As she pressed, Jiang Qingshang’s charming peach blossom eyes shifted left and right. Then, like a little girl secretly eating candy, her head slowly drew closer, and their two pairs of lips slowly approached.

She pecked him lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. Jiang Qingshang’s face flushed red; although they had been married for two months, her heart still pounded rapidly.

“Smack, smack.”

Just as the young girl was still feeling shy, Lin Xun, whose eyes were still closed, smacked his lips, licked them, and mumbled as if dreaming, “Ah, I didn’t feel it. If only I could have one more time.”

Looking at her husband’s pouting mouth, she realized her husband had been awake all along.

Jiang Qingshang shyly clenched her delicate fist and gently hammered her husband’s chest. The blush on her cheeks spread down to her taut collarbone, and she swiftly turned over.

“No more!” the girl, her back to Lin Xun, huffed angrily.

“Hehehe, that won’t do. This Big Brother here was taken advantage of, and given my stingy nature, I definitely need to take it back.”

“Hmph, you belong to this girl, so it’s only right and proper that this girl takes advantage of you.”

“Wow, that’s way too unreasonable. I’m so angry I’m shaking from the cold! Take this!”

“Wait—giggle, giggle, giggle.”

Lin Xun incessantly tickled the sensitive flesh on his wife’s smooth waist. Jiang Qingshang squirmed and rubbed constantly in Lin Xun’s arms, her clear, melodious laughter echoing through the room.

“I was wrong, I was wrong!”

After a short while, the girl, tears welling in the corners of her eyes, laughed and begged for mercy.

“Who was wrong?”

“Your servant was wrong.”

“The wind is too strong, I couldn’t hear clearly.”

“Qinger was wrong, Qinger was truly wrong.”

Seeing his wife sincerely admit her mistake, the victorious Lin Xun finally stopped.

“You scoundrel.”

Exhausted from being tickled, Jiang Qingshang lay sprawled in her husband’s arms.

“You dare curse your handsome, dashing, and all-around good husband? It seems the punishment wasn’t enough.”

Lin Xun opened his large hand, intending to try the same trick again, but a shout from outside the courtyard drifted in:

“Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, we must depart in half an hour. Is Mr. Lin home?”

This was a female Constable from Luo City.

Because Lin Xun had been selected as a “lucky audience member” to attend the Zilin Holy Land ceremony, but as a Mortal, it was impossible for Lin Xun to go alone.

Therefore, on the day of the Zilin Grand Ceremony, all the “lucky audience members” in Luo City would gather at the city gate, and then Cultivators sent by the Zilin Holy Land would fly them over on swords.

It must be said, the service was excellent; they even waived the airfare.

“I know. I’ll be over shortly.”

In ancient times, communication relied mostly on shouting… “Understood. Please, Mr. Lin, do not miss the time.” The Constable outside the courtyard responded.

After giving the reminder, the Constable walked away.

Jiang Qingshang, nestled in Lin Xun’s arms, seized the moment when her husband wasn’t paying attention, opened her small mouth, and lightly bit his neck with her silver teeth.

“Hey, time to get up.”

“Sigh, fine.” Lin Xun sighed lightly. He didn’t really want to go to the Zilin Celebration.

After all, he was a major villain. Going to congratulate the Righteous Path on their celebration felt strange.

But Qinger, as the secretary to the Female City Lord of Luo City, definitely had to go.

Even if he hadn’t become a “lucky audience member,” he would have had to sneak off to the Zilin Grand Ceremony anyway. Otherwise, with so many Cultivators present, if something went wrong, the lives of those people wouldn’t be worth a single strand of Qinger’s hair.

“Lin Pei.” Jiang Qingshang spoke slowly from within Lin Xun’s embrace, her voice soft and charming, sinking into his heart like sweet spring water.

“Hmm?”

“Today, braid my hair for me,” the girl said slowly, her eyelids lowered, her long lashes gently fluttering.

“Huh? Didn’t you complain that my braiding was ugly?”

“That’s only because you weren’t serious and just messed around with my hair.”

Jiang Qingshang pouted in annoyance, wanting to bite him again.

“Alright, alright, I’ll be serious today,” Lin Xun agreed, lest his neck acquire another tooth mark. “But let me warn you first: don’t blame me if it doesn’t look good.”

“It’s fine.”

Jiang Qingshang grabbed Lin Xun’s collar with her small hand, resting her forehead gently against Lin Xun’s chest, her tone soft and sweet, delicate as silk.

“Today, I only want you to help me pin up my long hair.”