Xiao Changyi remained silent.
"Husband~~~~" An Jing drew out her words, her tone suggesting that she would keep dragging it out until he agreed.
It was then that Xiao Changyi said, "You know I would worry."
An Jing immediately smiled. "You don’t need to worry. Before I fight with her, I’ll make sure to tell her it’s just a friendly spar."
Xiao Changyi remained silent for a moment before asking, "Do you really want to fight that much?"
"Mmm-hmm!" An Jing nodded vigorously, her eyes shining with anticipation. "You won’t spar with me, nor let me spar with Meng Zhuqing and the others. Now that a capable woman has finally come along, I really want to test my skills against her."
Xiao Changyi, while holding An Yiyun in his arms, said indifferently, "I don’t have time to teach you; I have to take care of the child."
An Jing was instantly amused and exasperated. "If you don’t want me to fight with Se Se, just say so. Why make it sound as if I don’t take care of our children?"
Xiao Changyi said nothing.
"Alright, I won’t fight with Se Se. I will take care of the children with you, okay?" An Jing said, both resigned and amused.
However, she had already planned to secretly fight with Gong Juese when the time came, to see how far her skills had regressed so that she could train herself back to form.
She didn’t want to become the person who would hold her husband back if they ever truly went into battle one day.
As always, she wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
An Jing, his confidant and wife, whose hearts beat as one—how could Xiao Changyi not know what she was planning? He sighed almost inaudibly before saying, "I will teach you."
If her martial arts skills were better, he would worry less.
An Jing was momentarily startled, then joyously stood up, hugged his neck, and affectionately nuzzled his face. "Thank you, husband."
An Yiyun, in Xiao Changyi’s arms, saw An Jing rubbing his face and immediately broke into a toothless grin.
Now that An Yiyun was more spirited than before, his smile was even more endearing.
Seeing her baby son smile, An Jing lowered her head to gently rub against her son’s face, prompting him to laugh even more joyously and audibly.
Yet, watching her son laugh so heartily, An Jing’s eyes suddenly reddened, and she choked out, "I’m so glad we pulled through... we made it..."
The feeling of powerlessness and helplessness when she could do nothing for her suffering child was something she never wanted to experience ever again.
Xiao Changyi did not speak; he simply freed one hand to wrap An Jing in a tight embrace.
The child was important; she—was even more important.
Xiao Changyi had once said that when Gong Jue Chen became useless to his son, Meng Lanqing could deal with him as she pleased.
Now that An Yiyun had been treated, Gong Jue Chen truly became useless, and Meng Lanqing, who’d been eager to flay him alive, surreptitiously planned to deal with Gong Jue Chen.
Since Gong Jue Chen knew no martial arts, he was easy to handle, but the problem was his sister—Gong Juese. Her skills were beyond Meng Lanqing’s ability to defeat.
On their way back from Nan Shen, Meng Lanqing had clashed with Gong Juese more than once, but regretfully, she never bested her.
And since Gong Jue Chen was almost always at Gong Juese’s side, Meng Lanqing knew she had to get past Gong Juese to get to Gong Jue Chen.
Unable to defeat Gong Juese herself, Meng Lanqing had no choice but to seek help from her younger brother, Meng Zhuqing.