In the face of her young yet sensible daughter, Jing Jia couldn’t refuse.
She nodded gently, her smile tender: "Okay."
In the Ruizhu Palace, on that wide bed, Jing Jia lay on the outer side, gently patting the child’s body.
She hummed a melodious and calming tune, and Bai Zhi’er was drowsy.
"Mother, don’t worry," the little one mumbled before falling asleep, "Zhi’er will protect father well, and brothers, too. If we meet the Demon Lord, I’ll restrain him."
"Mother should go beat those bad guys, protect the homes of everyone in the world, so they can always be together."
The little one snuggled closer into his mother’s arms, full of attachment and dependence.
Yet the words spoken were: "Baby will be good, and won’t disturb mother~"
Soon, Bai Zhi’er drifted into the land of dreams on her own. Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net
As Jing Jia listened, her beautiful eyes were full of reluctance.
Although Bai Zhi’er inherited most of her immortal power, the little one is still just a child.
Before leaving, Jing Jia kissed her daughter’s cheek.
"Good child, mother has to go now, but once I’m done, I’ll come see you again."
"During this time, I hope you live happily. Those who wish to bully you won’t have a good outcome."
With that, she tucked in the blanket for the sleeping Bai Zhi’er.
Just as Jing Jia was about to leave, the doors of Ruizhu Palace suddenly swung open!
A soft candlelight, held in someone’s hand, spilled light on the ground as he walked in.
Jing Jia was startled.
Bai Xilie couldn’t sleep. Hearing the sudden rise of wind outside, he worried whether Bai Zhi’er had kicked off her blanket.
So, he casually draped a dragon robe over himself, his tall, strong frame under the thin inner garments.
Bai Xilie saw Qingmei in the outer chamber, sleeping soundly.
She didn’t even hear the commotion of him entering.
Bai Xilie frowned tightly.
The eunuch Quan Xi behind him, seeing this, hurriedly moved to wake up Qingmei.
But Bai Xilie stopped him.
"Don’t make a sound, lest you wake Zhi’er," he said coldly in a low voice.
The eunuch Quan Xi backed out: "Yes."
Bai Xilie himself held up the candle, bypassed the screen, and walked towards the inner hall.
In a light that was not bright, yet soothing enough, he saw the person he’d longed for years — Jing Jia.
Jing Jia sat sideways on the bed, her face still dazzlingly beautiful, both elegant and uniquely alluring.
Like a radiant peony blooming in a secluded valley, exuding a sacred white glow that made one hesitant to approach.
Bai Xilie froze, his blood seemingly frozen in his veins at that moment.
Is it a dream? How can it feel so real!
Jing Jia’s posture was very casual, her left hand gently resting on her daughter’s body.
Bai Xilie stepped closer, his throat moved, his eyes burning with intense longing, he muttered: "Jing’er..."
Since she was seen, Jing Jia had no immediate intention to leave.
She just showed a tender and captivating smile.
Her tone seemed teasing: "A Lie, I heard you had a child with someone else, named Bai Yanyan?"
Bai Xilie’s eyes widened, and hurriedly explained: "How could I dare!"
Jing Jia glanced at him, like a gently reproachful wife complaining to her husband.
"I don’t want to see anyone, bullying our daughter."
At this point, she looked at him firmly: "Nor do I want to see someone, taking my husband."
Bai Xilie was just about to step forward and explain, but saw Jing Jia’s figure suddenly become faint and radiate light.
"Don’t go!" he shouted.
However, Jing Jia already burst into white sparkles and disappeared in an instant.