Brocade Robe Unparalleled

Chapter 149 Let's do it tonight.
Tian family.

Inside Aya's room.

She blinked her clear, innocent eyes curiously and looked at Lin Xuan, asking, "Ayao is my best friend, can't I kiss her too?"

Lin Xuan was speechless for a moment.

Aya's innocent and naive questions always left him speechless.

The two little girls kissing and hugging seemed like nothing, but it didn't mean what she was thinking.

Lin Xuan rubbed his temples and quickly realized the root of the problem.

In Aya's pure world, the meaning of "like" has not yet been tainted by romantic feelings.

Lin Xuan looked at Aya and patiently explained, "The liking I'm talking about is different from your liking for Ayao."

He continued, "It's a very special kind of liking. You want to see someone all the time, you're happy when you see them, you miss them when you don't, and you want to share all the good things with them. Is there such a person in your heart...?"

Aya nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling: "Yes!"

Lin Xuan was slightly surprised: "Who?"

Aya's gaze fell directly on his face, and she said crisply, "You!"

When her older brother wasn't around, she waited for him to come back every day, wanting to see him all the time. She wanted to be with him every day so he could cook for her every day...

She looked at Lin Xuan with anticipation, her voice brimming with excitement: "So, can I kiss big brother?"

"..."

Lin Xuan felt a headache coming on; things seemed to be getting more and more complicated.

He refused without hesitation: "No!"

Aya was only sixteen years old. Although I wasn't much older than her, her mindset was that of an eight-year-old. Some thoughts just flashed through my mind and I felt incredibly guilty.

Aya's face instantly fell, filled with confusion and grievance: "Why?"

Looking at Aya's bewildered eyes, Lin Xuan thought for a moment and used a metaphor she could understand: "'Kiss' is like a fruit in the mountains. When it's unripe, it's sour and astringent, and it doesn't taste good at all. You have to wait until it's ripe to taste its best flavor..."

Aya blinked, seemingly trying to process the analogy, and then asked, "When will my fruit ripen?"

Lin Xuan thought for a moment and said, "When you turn eighteen."

If we delay for another two years, she will be eighteen. In these two years, we should take her out to see more of the world, and she will naturally understand these things.

He gently rubbed Aya's head and said, "So, before you turn eighteen, don't try dating anyone else, not even Ayao."

"And what about the Holy Maiden?"

"The Holy Maiden is even less suitable."

Aya tilted her head and thought for a long time. Although she couldn't fully understand that complex emotion, she believed that her older brother wouldn't hurt her. She nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, I promise you, I won't kiss anyone anymore!"

Seeing her solemn expression, Lin Xuan felt somewhat relieved.

The awakening of emotions is not something that happens overnight, but at least he has drawn a clear line for her.

She should understand these things in two years.

After leaving Aya's room, Lin Xuan did not go to find Youmeng.

She hasn't experienced much more than Aya, and some things can't be rushed.

The most important thing right now is how to tell Qingluan about this.

The night is quiet.

When Tian Qingluan dragged her tired body back to her room, she saw Lin Xuan sitting at the table. She naturally walked over to Lin Xuan, sat on his lap, and asked, "How did things go with Sister Youmeng?"

There's no need to hide the matter between Qingluan and Youmeng.

After hearing this, Tian Qingluan gently punched his chest, her tone a mix of happiness and bittersweetness: "We've never kissed in such a beautiful place..."

Lin Xuan hugged her and chuckled, "What's the big deal? I'll take you tomorrow. We can kiss all day long."

Tian Qingluan gave a soft hum and nestled into his arms, pressing her cheek against his chest and inhaling his reassuring scent. The day's fatigue seemed to vanish instantly.

Lin Xuan gently stroked her hair and suddenly said, "There's something I need to tell you."

"Ok?"

Qingluan responded lazily.

Lin Xuan looked down at her and said slowly, "Today, Commander Si Qianlijing sent a message summoning me back to the capital to report on my duties. I may have to leave in a couple of days." As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt the delicate body in his arms stiffen for a moment.

Tian Qingluan abruptly raised her head, her languid expression instantly replaced by tension and panic, and she asked repeatedly, "Returning to the capital to report on my duties? How long will it take? Will I be back?"

In an instant, countless chaotic thoughts swept through my mind.

The capital city is bustling and teeming with noble ladies.

What if he goes to the capital and is noticed by a high-ranking official who wants to take him as his son-in-law?
Or perhaps, he's walking down the street and a young lady from a wealthy family falls for him at first sight...

His Majesty values ​​him so much and rewards him repeatedly. What if he were to marry the princess to him and make him the prince consort?
The capital city is far more prosperous than the southwest, and there are many more temptations. Even though she trusted Lin Xuan, sometimes when you're caught up in something, you're not in control of your own destiny. She knew very well what the imperial court was like...

Lin Xuan patted her back reassuringly and explained, "It's just a reporting visit. It shouldn't be too long. I'll definitely be back."

Tian Qingluan's tone was clearly worried: "The capital is not like the southwest. It's incredibly treacherous there, and the relationships are incredibly complex. You may have considerable power in the southwest now, but everything will be different in the capital..."

Lin Xuan was naturally aware of this; in the Southwest, even a mere Sixteenth Guard could wield absolute power.

However, in the capital, there were many commanders who could not afford to offend anyone.

That place was the power center of the entire Dayong Dynasty, and could even be said to be the center of power of the entire continent.

Lin Xuan hugged her tighter again, resting his chin on her forehead, and whispered, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I'll be careful."

Tian Qingluan remained silent in his arms for a moment, then suddenly hugged him tightly, her voice muffled as she asked, "Do you really have to go?"

Sensing her dependence and reluctance, Lin Xuan sighed softly and said, "I have to go. If the Tian family wants to gain a foothold in the southwest, the Xuanwu tribe alone is not enough. I must stay in the court and hold power so that they will have something to fear. When I go back this time, I will also try to get a permanent post in the southwest so that I can stay with you all the time..."

Being in the imperial court meant he had no absolute freedom and couldn't be by her side at all times.

Leaving the imperial court gave him freedom, but also power, making it impossible for him to protect her and the Tian family as he does now.

Lin Xuan will try his best to find a balance in this.

He lowered his head and gently pecked Qingluan's lips, saying, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I'll bring a telescope with me then, so if you miss me, you can use it to contact me..."

Tian Qingluan buried her head in her chest and wrapped her arms around her chest even tighter.

She had almost lost him twice, and she couldn't bear to lose him a third time.

She looked up at Lin Xuan, her tone unusually serious, even resolute: "If you don't come back, I'll go to the capital with Sister Youmeng to find you..."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "Okay..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qingluan had already tilted her head up and kissed him.

This kiss was different from the tender and lingering one with Youmeng; it carried more passion and possessiveness. Lin Xuan clearly sensed that Qingluan tonight was very different from before…

While passionately kissing him, she pulled Lin Xuan to his feet and gradually led him to the bedside covered with soft brocade quilts.

Lin Xuan's outer robe was hastily untied by her. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with allure, and her voice trembled slightly, yet she whispered with unusual determination: "Let's... let's do it tonight."

Lin Xuan's breath hitched slightly. Through the pair of watery eyes before him, eyes that were both shy and brave, he understood her feelings.

She was using this method to definitively establish their relationship, trying to dispel the uncertainty brought about by separation, and to entrust her present and future to him without reservation.

During this time, the two of them had done almost everything, except for taking that final step.

Even though his special status makes it difficult for him to have a normal family like ordinary people, Lin Xuan still hopes that one day he can marry her in a grand and glorious way, leaving that moment for their wedding night, so that she will have no regrets.

But at this moment, she had clearly already made up her mind.

Lin Xuan said nothing more; any words seemed utterly inadequate at this moment.

He took a deep breath, his gaze gentle and focused, and slowly reached out, his fingertips lightly brushing across her burning cheeks before moving slowly to her hair, gently removing the hairpin that held her hair in place.

Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her shoulders, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face that Lin Xuan could never tire of looking at. In the flickering candlelight, it exuded a captivating gentleness.

Lin Xuan gently kissed her forehead and asked softly, "Have you thought it through?"

Qingluan did not respond; her watery gaze said it all.

Lin Xuan leaned down and kissed him, each touch was extremely gentle, like a spring breeze caressing newly opened petals.

Her tense body gradually softened, and her fingertips unconsciously dug into his arm, as if she had grasped the only piece of driftwood in a boundless sea.

The curtains fell silently, like a gentle barrier, separating the outside world from all the noise and sorrow of parting.

The moon discreetly disappeared behind the clouds, leaving only the last flickering candle on the corner of the table, casting a weak, warm glow that projected a hazy, undulating silhouette onto the sheer curtains...

(End of this chapter)