Brocade Robe Unparalleled

Chapter 150 Farewell
After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Moonlight streamed gently through the carved window lattice, bathing the room in its soft glow.

Qingluan lay on Lin Xuan's firm chest, her whole body limp, too lazy to even move her fingertips.

Listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, she felt incredibly at ease.

Lin Xuan's hand gently stroked her smooth, satin-like back, the air filled with a sweet and intoxicating fragrance. He looked down at Qingluan and asked softly, "Are you relieved now?"

Qingluan nuzzled against his chest, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and regret.

If she had been bolder and more proactive back then, her first time wouldn't have been taken by Sister Youmeng.

This will probably be her lifelong regret.

But in any case, she had truly become his woman.

She nestled against Lin Xuan's chest, listening to his reassuring heartbeat, and softly asked, "When are we leaving?"

The Commandery did not give him a specific time, but the implication of returning to the capital immediately meant that he should prepare to depart as soon as he received the message.

Lin Xuan had originally planned to do the same.

But now plans have changed.

He looked at the beautiful eyes and brows of the blue phoenix in his arms, smiled wickedly, and said, "Let's wait a few more days..."

On the brocade couch, the storm that had just subsided swept in again, and this time it was even more intense than before.

That night, a fierce storm raged, only subsiding at dawn...

Noon the next day.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes and saw Qingluan's peaceful sleeping face.

She rested her head on his arm, her dark hair spread out on the pillow, a faint blush still lingering on her face from the previous night, and a slight upturn at the corners of her lips, a satisfied and reassuring smile on her face.

Lin Xuan gazed at her quietly, not wanting to disturb her sweet dreams.

Yesterday was not his first time physically, but it was his first time psychologically.

When Youmeng captured me in the Temple of the Witch God last time, I was still receiving the ancestral spirit's inheritance. I didn't even see her in person, and I didn't have any of the experiences that a first time should have. It ended so hastily.

That crazy night yesterday was truly a union of soul and body between two people who love each other.

As if sensing Lin Xuan's gaze, Qingluan's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At first, she was a little confused, but when she met Lin Xuan's eyes, the scenes from last night flashed back to her in an instant, and a strong sense of shame welled up in her heart. She hurriedly buried her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she sat up abruptly in bed, the quilt slipping off to reveal her shapely shoulders.

She looked at the sun high in the sky outside the window and exclaimed, "What time is it now?"

Lin Xuan said lazily, "It's almost noon, isn't it?"

"Oh no, oh no, I have to meet with several shopkeepers this morning..."

She jumped out of bed in a fluster, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor, and hurriedly put them on one by one. She then quickly sat down in front of the dressing table. Just as she picked up the jade comb, a hand with distinct knuckles naturally took the comb from hers.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

Lin Xuan stood behind her, silently combing her hair with gentle yet skillful movements.

Tian Qingluan looked at her reflection in the mirror, a sweet and happy smile on her face.

She had imagined this scene countless times, and now it had finally come true.

Lin Xuan styled her hair into a simple yet elegant bun, and then began to draw her eyebrows and apply makeup.

Watching his nimble fingers trace across her face, her already radiant beauty shone even brighter under his touch, as if imbued with a soul.

Tian Qingluan finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "Who taught you this makeup skill? Many women are far inferior to you..."

Lin Xuan's hands paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, then resumed as usual, his tone calm and even: "A Luo once said that disguise is the fundamental skill for every secret agent to survive..."

Upon hearing this long-unheard name, Tian Qingluan's lips moved, but she did not continue the topic. Instead, she looked at Lin Xuan in her glasses with a complicated expression and sighed softly in her heart.

Before long, the two walked out of the room hand in hand, just in time to see Youmeng and Aya walking into the courtyard.

Aya blinked her big eyes, looked at Lin Xuan, then at Tian Qingluan, stuck out her tongue, and said mischievously, "Big brother, sister Qingluan, you two are such sleepyheads, getting up before the sun is high in the sky. The Holy Maiden and I have been cultivating for a whole morning!"

Suddenly, as if she had noticed something, she stared at Tian Qingluan and exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Qingluan, you look so beautiful today! More beautiful than yesterday, and even more beautiful than the day before..."

Lin Xuan's disguise skills have reached their peak. He can accentuate each person's strengths and minimize their weaknesses based on their bone structure and temperament.

A woman who is originally a 7 out of 10 can be made to look 9 out of 10 in his hands, and if she is already a 9 out of 10, she can be made to look even more than 10 after makeup.

Qingluan was already exceptionally beautiful, and the makeup and styling specially tailored to her features made her radiant and captivating...

Tian Qingluan patted Aya's head, then said to Youmeng, "I'm going out to tell them a few things, I'll be back soon. We'll go to the top of Dragon Cliff Mountain to see the scenery later..."

She deliberately emphasized the words "enjoying the scenery".

Upon hearing the words "enjoy the scenery," Youmeng's pretty face flushed bright red.

After Tian Qingluan finished speaking, she hurriedly left.

Watching her slightly awkward and cautious steps as she left, Youmeng realized something, glanced at Lin Xuan, then quickly lowered her head, her face even redder than before...

She had witnessed Qingluan's gait just now, so she naturally knew what had happened.

They last night...

Her cheeks felt slightly hot.

Last time in the Temple of the Witch God, her consciousness was completely affected by the inheritance of seductive arts. By the time she regained consciousness, it had already happened, so naturally she didn't know what that feeling was like...

After Qingluan left, she composed herself, looked at Lin Xuan, and asked softly, "When are you leaving?"

Lin Xuan said, "Let's wait a few more days."

Having endured so much hardship, and finally achieving a happy ending with Qingluan, how could he possibly be in a hurry to leave?

It's just a performance review; there's nothing important anyway, so why shouldn't they wait a bit?

Afternoon, at the top of Longya Mountain.

It was still that familiar meadow by the cliff, where bright peach blossoms swayed gracefully in the warm spring breeze, and dreamlike clouds surged and dispersed over the mountain streams and river.

But the three people standing here had a completely different mindset than yesterday.

Tian Qingluan was no longer as busy and tired as yesterday. Her eyes and brows were filled with the charm and satisfaction of being nourished by the first rain, like a peony that had been thoroughly moistened and was in full bloom.

She walked confidently beside Lin Xuan, took his arm, and nestled her soft body close to him, making no attempt to hide her intimacy and possessiveness.

Youmeng quietly followed on Lin Xuan's other side, dressed in a moon-white long dress, with a cool and aloof temperament. However, when her gaze occasionally swept over Lin Xuan and Qingluan's intertwined arms, she would quickly look away, and a faint, lingering blush always remained on her fair cheeks.

The three of them stood on the most open grassy area at the edge of the cliff.

A gentle breeze from the river caresses the face, carrying the fragrance of peach blossoms and the moist air.

Looking down at the magnificent, misty river view, Tian Qingluan suddenly turned her head, smiled, and looked at Youmeng beside her, asking, "Sister Youmeng, what did it feel like when you two kissed here yesterday?"

"what?"

Caught off guard, Youmeng's cheeks flushed instantly, like a child caught red-handed doing something wrong. She lowered her head in a fluster, her voice barely audible: "I, I..."

Lin Xuan knew she was teasing Youmeng, so he squeezed her hand and shook his head, saying, "Qingluan, stop teasing her..."

"What's wrong!" Tian Qingluan rolled her eyes at him and said, "We've already kissed and hugged, and we're all family now, so what's there to be embarrassed about? Don't you think so, Sister Youmeng..."

Upon hearing this, Youmeng blushed even more. Deep down, she had always felt guilty towards Qingluan for having been intimate with Lin Xuan before her.

Those two deep kisses yesterday left her unsure how to face Qingluan.

Finally, having gained her acceptance and recognition, the weight that had been hanging over my heart quietly lifted, replaced by an indescribable sweet feeling.

Lin Xuan glanced at his side, at Qingluan and Youmeng, one as bright as the sun, the other as elegant as the moonlight.

Being able to have them both, God has been kind to him.

The pain that had lingered in his heart after being deceived by A Luo seemed to have been somewhat lessened at this moment.

He held Qingluan's hand with one hand, and naturally grasped Youmeng's slender hand with the other.

Youmeng's body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously tried to pull back, but was firmly held by that warm and strong hand.

She struggled symbolically for a moment, but ultimately chose to submit, letting him lead her. Her head, which had been lowered the whole time, slowly rose, her eyes glistening with tears, her shyness concealing boundless tenderness.

The three of them stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, their figures intertwined in the sunlight, creating a warm and harmonious scene.

half a month later.

Beijing.

Wanshou Palace.

Emperor Dayong poured the elixir into the alchemy furnace, then remembered something and turned to ask Chen Bing, "Has Lin Xuan returned to the capital yet?"

Chen Bing bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I sent him a message half a month ago, asking him to return to the capital to report on his duties. He said there are still some details regarding the imperial merchants that need to be discussed with the Tian family, and it may take some more time..."

The Emperor of Dayong gently fanned the fire in the stove and said leisurely, "This is the kind of minister my Dayong needs. So many people are eager to come to the capital, yet there is someone who is willing to stay in the remote and impoverished southwest. Rare indeed, rare indeed. It was worth the surprise I prepared for him this time..."

Banshu.

Tian family.

Lin Xuan lay in Qing Luan's arms, and she fed him the peeled grapes one by one.

Two weeks ago, the commander ordered him to return to the capital to report on his duties.

Half a month has passed, and Lin Xuan still hasn't packed his things.

With their separation imminent, Qingluan had put aside everything else for the past two weeks, spending every day with him. Lin Xuan was completely immersed in her tenderness, unable to extricate himself. In addition, his relationship with Youmeng was also progressing steadily, and he really didn't want to leave...

Aya rushed in from outside, holding a telescope in her hand, and said, "Big brother, there's another letter!"

Lin Xuan took the telescope from her and scanned it.

There are only two lines of text on the mirror.

"Put aside your affairs in Bozhou for now and return immediately!"

Lin Xuan sighed softly, knowing that she couldn't delay any longer.

He had already instructed Zhou Tai and the other two commanders of the garrison to protect the imperial merchants, especially to keep a close eye on the An and Song families, and to prevent them from doing anything irrational.

Youmeng also sent a message to the High Priest, saying that she would stay in Bozhou for a while longer.

With her and the powerful members of the Xuanwu tribe there, Qingluan's safety was not a concern.

Tian Qingluan fed the last grape to Lin Xuan, saying reluctantly, "Are you leaving?"

Lin Xuan slowly sat up straight and said helplessly, "If we don't leave now, the higher-ups will probably get angry."

Within half a month, the Commander's Office had urged him three times.

Each time, Lin Xuan used the excuse of being busy with affairs in Bozhou to postpone it.

This time, he was directly ordered to temporarily put aside his affairs in Bozhou, and he had no reason to refuse.

Qingluan gripped his hand tightly and asked, "When?"

Seeing her reluctant gaze, Lin Xuan couldn't bring himself to say it immediately. He sighed softly and said, "Tomorrow morning."

Before parting, it was naturally another night of fierce wind and torrential rain.

There were no many words, only their burning skin pressed against each other, soft humming and moaning, composing the most moving melody in the quiet night.

……

As dawn broke, outside Bozhou City...

Beside the pavilion, the weeping willows sway gently, seemingly imbued with a touch of melancholy.

Tian Qingluan carefully straightened Lin Xuan's clothes, her movements very slow, as if she wanted to prolong this brief moment into eternity.

She straightened his collar countless times before finally raising her head, her eyes slightly red, and admonished him, "The capital is not like the southwest. There are countless noble ladies there. When you get there, you must not provoke anyone, lest their families cause you trouble, and no one can protect you..."

The Sixteen Guards of Jingye were considered quite influential figures in the southwest.

However, in the power center of Dayong, any high-ranking official or nobleman was someone that even he, or their commander, could not afford to offend.

Lin Xuan nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't talk to strange women."

He was not a greedy person to begin with. Having already possessed Qingluan and Youmeng, he naturally wouldn't stray into other women.

He just wanted to finish his report as soon as possible and then come back immediately to continue what he hadn't done.

Youmeng is too shy and timid; so far, the two of them are still at the stage of kissing and hugging.

Lin Xuan guided her through every step, and worried that she might not adapt well, so Lin Xuan didn't rush things.

The two had already had their most intimate contact. If it weren't for the pressure from above, they should have been able to practice the Jiuli tribe's dual cultivation technique together in a few more days...

I don't know what it was about, but they couldn't say it through the telescope, so they insisted he go to the capital...

Qingluan's fingertips lingered on the fabric of his robe as she gently advised, "Also, the court is treacherous. Be careful in everything you do, protect yourself. If things get too difficult, resign and come back. Sister Youmeng and I will be waiting for you here..."

Lin Xuan held Qingluan's slightly cool hand and solemnly said, "Okay."

Qingluan released Lin Xuan's hand and reluctantly made way for him.

Youmeng slowly stepped forward and handed a bamboo tube to Lin Xuan, saying softly, "There is a Gu King here. When activated by our tribe's secret technique, even a fourth-rank martial artist would find it difficult to resist. Keep it; you might need it..."

Lin Xuan took the bamboo tube, placed it in the bundle on his back, gently held Youmeng's hand, and said, "When I come back, I'll take you to see the scenery together."

This was their secret code. Thinking of all the little things they had done together over the past two weeks, Youmeng blushed slightly and nodded gently.

He looked at Youmeng and spoke again: "Protect Qingluan well."

Youmeng nodded slightly, without saying a word.

Lin Xuan walked up to Aya, gently stroked her head, and said, "Listen to the Holy Maiden and Sister Qingluan. When I come back, I'll bring you something delicious from the capital!"

Aya nodded vigorously and said, "Big brother, I'll miss you, and you have to miss me too!"

"Will do."

Lin Xuan pinched her cheek, looked at Qingluan and Youmeng, and said softly, "I'm leaving..."

His gaze lingered on them for a long time before he mounted his horse, tightened the reins, glanced back one last time, and then rode away.

Qingluan and Youmeng held hands tightly, their eyes following the departing figure until the man and horse disappeared from sight.

Tian Qingluan gazed in that direction and murmured, "I hope when he comes back, he won't bring a few more sisters with him..."

(End of this chapter)