The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 475: Ningxiao Extra (10)

The rugged scars, under the influence of time, indeed had faded significantly. The once bumpy feeling when touched had completely disappeared.

They had indeed healed.

"Is it okay?" Qi Xiao asked with deep meaning.

Jun Ning smiled without answering.

Qi Xiao whispered in Jun Ning’s ear, "...If it still doesn’t work, Ah Ning, I’ll have to suspect you of mistreating your husband, with bad intentions!"

Qi Xiao enunciated the words "bad intentions" particularly heavily, with a touch of intrigue.

"What should we do then?" Jun Ning laughed, "Do you want to continue enduring it or not?"

"What do you think?" Qi Xiao lifted Jun Ning’s chin.

"I think..."

Jun Ning said two words, then deliberately stopped short. After a moment, she stood on tiptoe and left a fleeting kiss on Qi Xiao’s lips.

Qi Xiao had grown significantly in the past two years, and although Jun Ning was already quite tall among women, she only reached Qi Xiao’s chin.

The tiptoe kiss was quite an effort.

"Hahahaha..." Qi Xiao laughed heartily, his laughter echoing in the silent valley, overpowering the sound of rushing water.

His happiness was evident.

"Ah Ning, I adore you."

After speaking, Qi Xiao embraced Jun Ning’s waist and deepened the kiss.

Jun Ning responded passionately.

With the sky as their blanket and the earth as their mat, the two lovers entwined, their countless words transformed into kisses, as the overflowing love in their hearts peaked with every rise and fall.

The ceaseless sound of flowing water mixed with suppressed moans, sounding extraordinarily pleasing.

Not far away, two orioles craned their necks, drawn by the commotion.

The pair of love-struck mandarin ducks were oblivious.

Time flew by, and the sun overhead gradually moved towards the west.

Eventually, in the woman’s soft whimpers of inability to bear any longer, the man subsided.

Yet, the man seemed somewhat unsatisfied, tirelessly kissing the woman’s cheeks and neck... his rough hand caressing inch by inch across the most beautiful scenery in his heart.

...

When Jun Ning woke up, it was already dawn the next day.

She was in an inn, not the quiet, desolate valley, dressed in fresh clothes and cleaned. However, all over her body were bruises, with hardly any unmarked area.

Feeling a bit sore, she lifted her collar for a glance, blushed at the sight, averted her eyes quickly, and dressed herself.

The folly driven by heated passion yesterday was simply too embarrassing to reflect upon.

Jun Ning patted her forehead, thinking she must not indulge so recklessly in the future.

"Grumble grumble..."

Her stomach began to protest.

She hadn’t eaten since last night till now.

Jun Ning felt a bit hungry.

She lifted the quilt off her legs to get out of bed to find something to eat.

"Creak..." suddenly, the door opened, and Qi Xiao came in holding something.

Jun Ning looked at Qi Xiao.

The man was tall and upright, with well-defined eyebrows and bright eyes, teeth like arranged seashells, and lips the color of vermilion. His healthy, wheat-colored skin radiated strength and power.

Strength? Power?

Remembering the scene from yesterday made Jun Ning’s face flush slightly.

"If you’re not feeling well, don’t get out of bed yet." Qi Xiao brought what he was holding to Jun Ning, earnestly saying, "You should rest well, I’ll bring the meal to you to eat."

Looking at the well-dressed Qi Xiao speaking to her, Jun Ning recalled him yesterday as fierce as a wolf that could devour her whole.

And now he’s serious?

Seems genuine enough.

Not sure if he’s pretending or real?

Jun Ning propped her chin on her hand and asked Qi Xiao, "It smells really good, what is it?"

"Old hen soup..." Qi Xiao said, "It’s nourishing, you’re weak and need to be well-nourished."

"...Weak???" Jun Ning was sure she didn’t hear wrong.

Her health was among the best for women; even if she was congenitally deficient in some way, she had made up for it later with care. As for the injuries due to Lan Xihe years ago, they had long healed!

How could Qi Xiao dare to say her health was bad?

Did three hundred rounds of combat equate to being well?

Sigh, Jun Ning shook her head.

Indeed, she overthought it; all that seriousness was just an act.

Qi Xiao served a bowl of soup and fed it to Jun Ning mouthful by mouthful.

The chicken soup was rich and aromatic, not something that could have been stewed in just a short while; it seemed it had simmered all night.

Did Qi Xiao have someone start simmering it right after they returned last night?

This guy.

"Ah Ning, why are you looking at me like that? Want to gnaw on some chicken bones? Just drinking chicken soup won’t fill you up." Qi Xiao offered a drumstick to Jun Ning.

Jun Ning waved her hand, "I’m full from the soup, don’t want anything greasy."

"Okay." Qi Xiao didn’t force her, instead offering some non-greasy pastries, of which Jun Ning ate two and was completely satisfied.

"Are you sure you’re full?" Qi Xiao asked.

Jun Ning nodded, "Mmhm."

"But I’m still hungry, what should I do, Ah Ning?" Qi Xiao asked, pinching Jun Ning’s chin.

As he finished speaking, without waiting for her response, Qi Xiao removed the last covering from Jun Ning and held her, kissing for a while. He was so overbearing that tears welled at Jun Ning’s eyes.

But Qi Xiao was considerate enough to know her body was still unwell, so he just kissed her for a bit and did nothing more.

...

Two years later, Jun Ning gave birth to a son.

Qi Xiao could finally shake off the reputation of impotence, and he could now face old friends boldly.

Logically, Qi Xiao should be happy, but he was not.

At this moment, he sat by Jun Ning’s bed, talking with her, soothing her slightly low spirits after childbirth. But his face was somewhat dark, seemingly due to the newborn son.

He hadn’t even bothered to look at the son once, born half a day ago.

Jun Ning sighed, "Xiao Er, go see our son?"

"What’s there to see, not interested..."

Jun Ning said, "Xiao Er..."

"..." Qi Xiao said, "Alright, alright, I’ll go have a look. Ah Ning, you just gave birth, don’t get angry or have worries on your mind."

Qi Xiao went to see the son, but somewhat perfunctorily, only giving him a quick glance before returning to Jun Ning’s side.

His expression still dark, he seemed to be in a sort of hidden depression.

Jun Ning tried to console him, but he didn’t seem to take in many words.

Jun Ning stopped trying, and he pitifully complained, "Ah Ning, why wasn’t it a daughter who looks like you? Our firstborn, I wanted a daughter like you."

The reason Qi Xiao was sulking was precisely this.

Jun Ning’s first child wasn’t a daughter.

Since Jun Ning got pregnant, Qi Xiao had been yearning every day for a daughter just like Jun Ning, so he could watch a smaller version of her grow and make up for the regret of not seeing the young Jun Ning then.

But things didn’t go as they wished!

It was a son, after all.

Jun Ning, however, had an open mind, thinking that both sons and daughters were the supreme gifts of life, and she loved them all. But to comfort Qi Xiao, she said, "There will be a daughter in the future, we have plenty of time."

However, later, Jun Ning gave birth to two more sons.

Each time, Qi Xiao hoped earnestly, and each time, he was let down.

Jun Ning couldn’t bear to see him disappointed, she wished to try again, but Qi Xiao didn’t want Jun Ning to endure the pains of childbirth anymore, deciding sons were fine, he no longer desired a daughter.

He accepted it, thinking perhaps he was fated not to have a daughter.

Nothing could be forced.

So be it!

Qi Xiao hugged Jun Ning from behind, resting his head on her shoulder, saying in a deep voice, "Ah Ning, from now on, I’ll love just one girl, only you are my girl."