Qin Dynasty: Starting with clinging to Zhao Ji's thigh

Chapter 214 Xiao Yan'er, An Ning

Zhao Ji's palace was not far from the residence of Lord Changxin.

However, he wasted a lot of time with Zhao Ji, and it was already late at night when Ying Jing returned to the mansion.

Instructing the guards not to disturb anyone, Ying Jing hesitated for a moment before deciding to go to Jing Ni's room first.

Lord Changxin has many female confidantes, but so far he only has one daughter.

I haven't seen Xiaoyan for a long time, and I really miss her.

"Why do I feel like a thief even when I'm back home..."

Ying Jing opened Jing Ni's door silently, his movements light, but he didn't deliberately use his Qi to hide himself.

This is his own home after all; as long as Xiaoyan'er isn't disturbed, it's fine.

Swish!

Almost the instant the door was pushed open, a flash of sword light appeared before Ying Jing's eyes.

Sword light flashed!

An ancient longsword, accompanied by pink sword energy, spread out.

Fine dust particles fell from the roof beams, drifting and scattering, only to be swept away in an instant without making a sound.

Unconsciously, the entire room seemed to be enveloped by a "domain" that was both tranquil and peaceful, yet also carried a sense of solemnity.

Ying Jing immediately felt that his movements seemed to have slowed down considerably.

But instead of being surprised, he was delighted: "Jing Ni, you've actually reached this level?"

Ying Jing didn't value the martial arts skills of those around him that much, but the fact that Jing Ni was able to improve further after shedding her superficiality was undoubtedly something to be happy about.

Remember when Jing Ni followed Ying Jing? She was only close to the level of "power".

But now, after she left the Luo Wang organization to focus on being a mother, her strength has not only not declined, but has even improved at a faster pace.

"Jing Ni's talent was already remarkable, and after having Xiao Yan'er, she became the true master of the Jing Ni Sword rather than its slave. In addition, there was also the influence of fate in the dark..."

Ying Jing secretly speculated about the reason why Jing Ni was able to improve so quickly; it was probably the result of a combination of factors.

"it's me."

Ying Jing did not make a move, but simply spoke softly.

He had anticipated that Jing Ni would discover him.

After all, it was a Luo Wang assassin who made the move. Even if she changed her lifestyle, her vigilance would never disappear.

Whoosh!

The Jingni Sword was sheathed in an instant and casually tossed aside. Its tassel became entangled in the green vines by the window, and the ceramic bells hanging from the trellis jingled softly.

"Husband..."

Jing Ni used to be an assassin, and she doesn't communicate much with people afterward. When she speaks, she sounds a bit stiff, as if she's cold.

But at this moment, Ying Jing could easily detect a hint of joy beneath that coldness.

She took a step forward, heading towards Ying Jing, as if she wanted to rush into his arms.

But then he suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to the little girl on the bed.

Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains onto the couch, where the exquisitely beautiful little creature was curled up into a ball, tightly clutching the mechanical wooden tiger that Ying Jing had given her for his birthday last year. The tiger's tail was covered in teeth marks from her chewing, and half a piece of unfinished candy still clung to its fur.

The bedding was filled with the scent of milk mixed with orange leaves. The little girl's nose twitched gently with her breath, and her eyelashes cast butterfly-wing-like shadows under her eyes. The heroic spirit between her brows was exactly like Ying Jing's, but the dimple on her right cheek was inherited from Jing Ni.

A long, lotus-root-like arm slipped out from under the covers and patted the mechanical wooden tiger. The tiger immediately clicked and emitted a strange mechanical sound: "Daddy's the best!"

Jing Ni's gentle eyes immediately narrowed, and she raised her hand, striking the mechanism with a burst of true energy, causing the sound to dissipate instantly.

Little Yan smacked her lips, rolled over, and unconsciously uttered a childish voice: "Daddy's naughty..."

Ying Jingmu stood there, stunned, his mind racing with thoughts.

Compared to when he left, Xiao Yan'er has grown up quite a bit, and now he feels a sense of emotion he has never felt before.

Seeing that Xiao Yan'er showed no sign of being disturbed and waking up, Jing Ni took another step, but this time she used the lightness skill she had used when she was hiding in the Luo Wang, so that she did not make any sound.

When she got close to Ying Jing, Jing Ni stopped again, as if hesitating whether she was being too enthusiastic.

But Ying Jing took the initiative. He opened his arms and pulled Jing Ni into his embrace, gently biting her delicate earlobe and whispering, "It must have been hard on you taking care of Xiao Yan'er all by yourself."

Surprisingly, even the philanthropist Jing felt a little guilty.

But Jingni didn't speak. She simply wrapped her arms around Ying Jing's waist, buried her head in his chest, and enjoyed the happiness and peace of being with her husband and child.

By the soft moonlight, Ying Jing carefully examined the beauty in his arms.

Jing Ni was only wearing a thin white inner shirt, with a wooden fish-tooth comb inserted diagonally between her half-tied black hair, and two lilies of the valley pinned to the comb's teeth.

Moonlight swept across the pale yellow handkerchief tied around her waist; upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a torn piece of old sword cloth, with embroidered crabapple blossoms used to mend the tears.

Today, Jing Ni truly no longer resembles a Luo Wang assassin; she looks like an ordinary woman.

Jingni's senses were very sharp. She seemed to notice Ying Jing's gaze and immediately raised her head somewhat embarrassedly, picking off the two lilies of the valley from between her black hair.

"These were picked haphazardly from the garden by Xiaoyan this morning..."

Upon hearing this, Ying Jing immediately grasped her fair, white hands, which rarely held a sword anymore, took two lilies of the valley, and put them back in her hair.

"Since Xiaoyan picked it, then keep wearing it!"

This was perhaps the gentlest voice Ying Jing could utter.

In the past, Ying Jing had always stayed in the mansion and hadn't felt much of anything.

But this time, returning from afar and seeing Jingni and Xiaoyan again gave Ying Jing a real sense of homecoming.

"Um……"

Jingni never liked long-winded speeches, so she simply hummed softly and rested her head against Ying Jing's chest, as if listening to his heartbeat.

Perhaps due to her past experiences, Jingni's pursuits have never been high, and she is easily satisfied.

As long as Xiaoyan and her family can live a peaceful and tranquil life, that's enough.

The more Jingni acted like she wasn't competing or fighting, the more guilty Ying Jing felt.

This applies not only to Jingni, but also to Xiaoyan'er.

Even considering both his past and present lives, Xiao Yan'er was his first child. Ying Jing had absolutely no experience in this area and didn't have much of a feeling about it, which resulted in him spending too little time with them.

If he hadn't been away from home this time, perhaps he still wouldn't have felt much.

"My husband, there is no need to feel guilty. You gave me light, and you also gave Xiaoyan'er life... and a future."

Jing Ni embraced Ying Jing's waist, which also soothed Ying Jing's heart.

That night was exceptionally peaceful.