Chapter 84: Chapter Eighty Four: Inside for a month!!

The modern master bedroom within the black box space was entirely silent, save for the rhythmic, mechanical hum of the central air conditioning system.

A soft, artificial dawn glowed from the recessed LED panels in the ceiling, casting a pristine, sterile light over the massive king-sized bed.

Lin Wan slowly opened her eyes. The sharp, blinding agony that had violently ripped through her abdomen hours ago had finally faded into a dull, heavy throb.

Her internal energy channels, though thoroughly drained, felt stable and securely anchored.

The cold, unyielding stone walls she had constructed around her heart remained firmly intact, but her physical body was still paying the heavy toll of an elite agent who had just pushed herself past the limits of human biology.

She shifted slightly, intending to push herself up against the plush headboard, but her movements were instantly halted.

On her left, a long, elegant arm wrapped securely around her waist, pinning her to the mattress with the heavy, unyielding weight of an iron bar.

On her right, a massive, heavily calloused hand was resting flat against her shoulder, anchoring her down with enough passive force to halt a charging phantom beast.

Lin Wan tilted her head, her gaze shifting from left to right. Qin Mo and Long Zhan were flanking the bed like two oversized, overprotective imperial guards.

They weren’t sleeping. Their eyes were wide, bloodshot, and locked entirely onto her face, their bodies wound up tighter than clockwork springs.

Beside the bed, resting flat on a modern nightstand, was a thick, neatly printed handbook that Weiwei had generated directly from her system core before dropping into her deep upgrade dormancy.

The title across the front page read: ’Postpartum Management and Restoration for the Non-Native Female Core.’

Lin Wan let out a soft, rough sigh, her throat feeling as dry as desert sand. "Get off me. Both of you."

Neither male moved a single inch. In fact, Long Zhan reached down with his other hand and aggressively tucked the thick cotton comforter higher up around her neck, sealing her in a tight, suffocating cocoon of heavy fabric.

"You cannot move, Wanwan," Long Zhan boomed, his deep, rumbling voice vibrating through the mattress.

His massive, handsome face was completely set in a stubborn, unyielding expression. "The Guardian’s handbook is very specific. Your primitive channels are entirely open right now. A single touch of cold air will ruin your foundation forever."

Lin Wan’s eyebrows twitched, her patience snapping instantly.

She looked down at her own skin, which felt sticky and completely uncomfortable from the residual exhaustion of the five-hour labor. "I am entirely covered in dried sweat and birth residue. Can you grab me a towel. I need a bath."

"Absolutely not!" Qin Mo snapped instantly. He sat up, his long silver hair tumbling over his shoulders in a wild, uncharacteristic mess.

He was still proudly wearing the bright pink, ruffled kitty apron strapped securely over his bare chest, the little cat ears poking up past his collarbones.

He wagged a long, elegant finger right in front of her nose, his body language radiating absolute panic. "According to the ancient custom of ’Zuo Yue Zi’—Sitting the Month—a female who has just delivered the royal bloodline must not touch a single drop of water or wash her hair for thirty to forty days!"

"Thirty to forty days?" Lin Wan repeated, her voice dropping into a chilling, dangerous register that would have made her special forces subordinates run for cover. "Are you two completely out of your minds? Do you expect me to rot in this bed for a month?"

"It is not rotting, it is preservation!" Qin Mo defended fiercely, his silver eyes flashing with frantic concern as he tapped the printed handbook.

"The book clearly states that if a human female exposes her pores to water or wind during the first moon, ’vicious wind’ will permanently lodge itself within her joints. It causes old-age bone rot, chronic migraines, and permanent essence decline! You gave birth to three divine cubs simultaneously, Wanwan! Your body is currently an empty shell. We will not allow it."

To enforce his point, Qin Mo’s long, silver-scaled snake tail slid out from beneath the sheets, coiling gently but firmly around Lin Wan’s thighs outside the blanket, completely binding her legs so she couldn’t even attempt to swing them out of bed.

Long Zhan nodded aggressively in agreement, crossing his massive arms over his chest. "The snake is right. For the next forty days, your feet will not touch the cold floorboards. You will not wash, you will not walk, and you will stay beneath these furs. I will personally guard this perimeter."

Lin Wan stared at the two supreme kings of the lower realm, completely speechless.

She was an elite tactical agent, a woman who had survived assassinations, military warfare, and a literal heavenly tribulation, yet she was currently being completely held hostage by a pink aproned snake and a stubborn dragon over a traditional postpartum manual.

Before she could even formulate an argument to tear down their logic, Qin Mo turned around and reached for a steaming, sleek ceramic bowl resting on a modern heating pad on the nightstand.

The sharp, pungent aroma of fresh ginger, black sugar, and nutrient-dense medicinal herbs instantly filled the air of the master bedroom.

It was a traditional postpartum restoration broth that the great Snake King had spent the last two hours meticulously laboring over in the kitchen, following the digital manuals to the absolute letter.

Qin Mo dipped a stainless steel spoon into the dark broth, lifted it carefully, and blew on it with extreme precision, his elegant lips parting as he cooled the liquid.

He leaned in intimately, hovering his chest directly over her shoulder as he brought the spoon to her lips. "Open up, Wanwan. Eat. Every single drop must be consumed while it is boiling hot to flush out the stale blood from your core."

Lin Wan’s jaw tightened. She hated being treated like an invalid. She reached her hand out from beneath the tight cocoon of blankets, intending to snatch the spoon away. "I have hands, Qin Mo. I can feed myself."

Qin Mo didn’t even let her fingers touch the metal.

With a swift, practiced flick of his wrist, he pulled the spoon back out of her reach, while his silver tail coiled slightly tighter around her waist, pinning her upper body back against the plush pillows.

"No. The manual says physical exertion during the first three days will cause your internal organs to sag. I will feed you."

Long Zhan watched this display from the other side of the bed, his violet eyes narrowing into slits as a heavy, dark cloud of raw jealousy settled over his face.

He let out a loud, aggressive huff, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Qin Mo’s intimate posture.

"Damn snake," Long Zhan grumbled under his breath, his large fingers twitching against his knees. "Always taking the delicate tasks for yourself just to act sweet. Why do you get to feed her while I am stuck holding the blankets?"

"Because you have the grace of a mountain phantom beast, lizard," Qin Mo replied smoothly, not even turning his head as he successfully slid the warm spoon of ginger broth into Lin Wan’s mouth. "If you held this thin metal spoon, you would likely snap it in half and poke a hole through her cheek. Go out and do your manual labor."

Lin Wan swallowed the spicy, burning broth, the intense heat of the ginger instantly radiating through her chest and soothing the hollow ache in her stomach.

Despite her deep annoyance at their suffocating restrictions, the genuine, frantic care radiating from both of them reached through the cold walls of her heart, softening her gaze for a brief, fleeting second.

Long Zhan grunted, standing up from the edge of the mattress. His massive frame practically blocked out the light from the ceiling panels.

He stretched his arms, his wrinkled clothes shifting against his broad shoulders. "Fine. I will go out and check on the tribe’s perimeter. The storm outside has settled, but we need to ensure the local trash doesn’t wander near her cottage."

Long Zhan moved toward the door, turning back to cast one last lingering, deeply possessive look at Lin Wan. "Do not move an inch while I am gone, Wanwan. If I see your boots on the floor when I return, I will carry you myself."

With that final, stubborn warning, Long Zhan activated his mental connection to the space.

A soft ripple of golden distortion wrapped around his form, and in the next heartbeat, his massive figure completely vanished from the modern room.

The air on the surface of the primitive realm was thick with the scent of damp mud and charred wood. Long Zhan materialized directly within the quiet interior of Lin Wan’s wooden cottage.

The room was empty, the primitive wooden furniture exactly as they had left it before the delivery chaos.

Long Zhan pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped out onto the porch.