allonlinenovel Chapter 1339: The Deep Affection of Qingdai, a Chamberlain
Chapter 1339: The Deep Affection of Qingdai, a Chamberlain
The evening glow seeped into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft orange halo over the bed and making the two figures embracing appear exceptionally tender.
Lin Lang leaned against the headboard, his back supported by a soft pillow, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.
Smoke curled up, lingering with the tenderness that remained in his eyes.
Chu Yiren's cheek pressed against Lin Lang's warm chest, nestled in his arms, content and languid, unwilling to move.
"Don't smoke, honey, it's pungent. Only you would dare to let me inhale secondhand smoke."
She stretched out her slender fingers and gently poked Lin Lang's waist and abdomen, her voice carrying a touch of post-coital coquettishness.
Lin Lang lowered his head, his gaze falling on Chu Yiren's exquisite face. A smile spread across his eyes as he raised his hand and stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray by the bedside.
"Okay, whatever you say, my dear wife. I'll put out the cigarette, alright?"
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Chu Yiren's forehead.
Chu Yiren rubbed against Lin Lang's chest with satisfaction, tightened her arms, and pressed herself closer to him, feeling the warmth of his palm as it stroked her back.
“That’s more like it,” she said, raising her eyes to look at Lin Lang’s sharply defined jawline, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
"Honey, are you feeling better now?"
Lin Lang remained silent for a moment, then slowly and patiently stroked Chu Yiren's beautiful back with his fingertips.
"It's nothing serious. With my wife cheering me up, I'm naturally in a much better mood," Lin Lang said with a hint of relief.
Upon hearing this, Chu Yiren raised her hand and gently smoothed the wrinkles between Lin Lang's brows, her fingertips brushing against his forehead as she softly said:
"Honey, I'd like to take Mom to Chang'an during the Tang Dynasty for a while, okay?"
Lin Lang replied without hesitation, "Great! You can take us to meet Chang'an's daughter-in-law and grandchildren. But you should teach her some ancient etiquette beforehand so that she can have the majesty of an empress dowager."
Chu Yiren smiled and replied, "That's no problem. I'll have Jasmine and Xueman accompany our mother back to Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty."
Let her get used to life in ancient times first, and then formally introduce her to her ancient daughter-in-law in a few days.
"Okay, then we'll go along with you, honey. Mom probably really wants to visit the Tang Dynasty and embark on a journey across time."
Chu Yiren said coquettishly, "Then I'll take Mom back to Tang Dynasty tonight, so she won't feel uncomfortable seeing Nianlin every day after just returning to the Lin residence from the dead." A sweet smile appeared on Chu Yiren's lips.
“Okay, wife, you’re very thoughtful. It’s good to give Mom some time to adjust to and accept Nianlin.”
"Don't worry, honey, I'll try to help us see things more clearly." Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a warm current flowing into Lin Lang's heart.
Lin Lang embraced the soft, delicate body of Chu Yiren and kissed her luscious red lips.
"Wife, you are truly my virtuous wife. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for!"
"Hmph, all you do is say nice things to coax me." Chu Yiren snuggled closer to Lin Lang, her eyes full of affection and dependence.
Just then, Chu Yiren's cell phone rang.
The caller ID showed it was a landline number belonging to the Lin family.
Chu Yiren picked up her phone from the bedside table, answered it, and said "hello".
Lin Zhiyi's weak voice came through the receiver: "Mother, where have you been all afternoon? I've missed you so much."
Holding her phone, Chu Yiren replied with a beaming smile, "Your mother and father are at the Chu residence. Isn't your brother playing with you?"
Lin Zhiyi pouted and replied, "I don't like the shooting games my brothers are playing. Mother, please come back to the Lin residence and keep me company. I'm so bored!"
Chu Yiren said with a smile:
"Alright, Mother will go back to the Lin residence to be with you now."
Then I'll take you and Grandma back to Chang'an, let you play with sparklers, and set off fireworks for you, okay?
"Okay, okay!" Lin Zhiyi laughed happily during the call.
"Then Mother, please come back quickly, I can't wait any longer! Hehe..."
After hanging up the phone, Chu Yiren kissed Lin Lang on the cheek, then got up and started getting dressed. "Honey, are you coming back to Chang'an with us?"
Without a second thought, Lin Lang replied, "I don't want to go back to Chang'an. I have things to do tonight."
Chu Yiren narrowed her eyes, her gaze scrutinizing, and said with a playful expression, "Do you have something to do tonight? Or do you have a date tonight?"
Lin Lang replied guiltily, "I have a business dinner tonight, there's no date at all!"
As Chu Yiren dressed, she chuckled and teased, "I bet you're going to either be with Zhao Liying or Liu Yifei tonight, right?"
"Hehe... Wife, you know me. Today is Liu Yifei's birthday, it wouldn't be right if I didn't show up."
Chu Yiren deliberately rolled her eyes at Lin Lang and said coquettishly, "You're quite attentive to a little girl like her."
Upon seeing this, Lin Lang immediately threw off the thin blanket and got out of bed. Barefoot, he quickly walked behind Chu Yiren, gently wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, rested his chin on the top of her soft hair, and spoke in a somewhat ingratiating tone.
"My dear wife, why are you so jealous?"
"I'm just going to deliver a birthday gift to Liu Yifei. I'll be there for half an hour and then leave."
"Besides, didn't I feed you well today before going to find her?" Lin Lang coaxed softly.
Chu Yiren paused in her movements, but couldn't help but smile slightly, deliberately keeping a straight face as she said:
"Who's jealous?"
"It's the same old story: as long as you don't mistreat me, feed me, and still have the energy to spout nonsense, then do as you please."
"My darling wife is so generous, hehe..."
Lin Lang lowered his head and planted a series of light kisses on Chu Yiren's neck, his warm breath brushing against her skin, causing her to tremble slightly.
Chu Yiren turned around, hooked her arms around Lin Lang's neck, her eyes filled with laughter, but she still poked his chest in feigned displeasure:
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, that girl Qingdai spends all her time at Tang Chao's house chanting Buddhist prayers and eating vegetarian food."
Looking forward to it
Longing for the moon
We're hoping you'll return to the Tang Dynasty.
If you don't go back to the Tang Dynasty soon, she'll be eating vegetarian food and her face will turn green.
"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Lin Lang suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten about Qingdai, the maid he had slept with for one night.
After a brief hesitation, Lin Lang smiled somewhat awkwardly and said wistfully:
"Qingdai is looking forward to my return to Chang'an, why should she eat vegetarian food?"
Chu Yiren said with a half-smile:
“I heard from a palace maid who is close to Qingdai that she made a vow before the Buddha to be vegetarian until you favor her again. If you do not favor her again, she will be vegetarian, chant Buddhist scriptures, and become a nun.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Lang smiled with a hint of amusement. "I never expected Qingdai to be so devoted."
"You scumbag husband, isn't your only skill to make women addicted?"
Lin Lang, his thoughts exposed, chuckled softly and pinched Chu Yiren's delicate cheek, his fingertips caressing her smooth skin, his tone a mix of roguish charm and doting affection:
"My dear wife, I'm only truly open and honest with you. Other women are just for show."
Chu Yiren gently slapped Lin Lang's hand away, raised an eyebrow and glanced at him, her eyes brimming with undisguised amusement:
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm not buying it."
"You handle Qingdai's matter yourself. Don't wait until you return to Chang'an and she really shaved her head and became a nun. Then everyone in the manor will say you're heartless."
"Uh..." Lin Lang laughed awkwardly.
Chu Yiren was already dressed. "Husband, I've traveled back to the Lin residence to pick up Mom and the children."
If you really miss Qingdai, take some time to go back to Chang'an in the next few days.
"If I hadn't watched her eat only vegetarian food, grow thinner day by day, and be the first to kneel outside my bedchamber every day, pressing the door shut to pay her respects, I wouldn't have bothered telling you."
"I understand, Your Majesty the Empress. I promise to obey your decree."
"Once I'm done with my work, I'll immediately go back to Chang'an to 'break' Qingdai's vows, okay?"
Lin Lang put his arm around Chu Yiren's waist, his tone full of flattery, which made Chu Yiren chuckle and pat his hand in return.
Stop talking nonsense and let go of me, I have to go.
Yi'er is still waiting at the Lin residence; my daughter will be getting impatient soon.
Lin Lang obediently let go, but lowered his head and kissed Chu Yiren's cheek: "Then Mom will be in your care in Chang'an."
"Don't worry, honey. I only have one poor mother-in-law. If I don't take care of her, who will I take care of?"
After saying that, Chu Yiren tiptoed and kissed Lin Lang back, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
After the kiss goodbye, Chu Yiren used the [Space-Time Mass Teleportation] skill that Lin Lang had shared with her, and with a "whoosh," she disappeared from the bedroom.
After Chu Yiren left, the tenderness in Lin Lang's eyes gradually faded.
The next second, he received a real-time video call from Fu Yuxue on the virtual screen in front of him, titled "[View Sharing]".
From Fu Yuxue's perspective, what comes into view is the Buddhist hall of the Shanghai Imperial Palace.
The sandalwood incense wafted around the carved wooden beams, and in the hazy smoke, Qingdai, dressed in a plain white dress, knelt on a futon. Her black hair was tied up with only a plain silver hairpin, without a single pearl or jade ornament.
Her back was ramrod straight, her hands were clasped together and pressed against her forehead, her eyelids were slightly lowered, her long eyelashes cast a light shadow, and her lips parted slightly as she softly recited the scriptures, each word devout, the prayer beads she held between her fingers worn smooth and warm.
Her aura was very calm, except for a trace of unyielding obsession hidden between her brows, which was entangled in the chanting of Buddhist prayers.
Even without makeup, her features were still beautiful and her natural beauty was captivating.
The Buddhist hall was quiet, with only Qingdai's chanting mixed with the soft sound of sandalwood incense burning out.
Her kneeling figure was reflected on the blue bricks in the candlelight, slender yet stubborn, as if she wanted to devote all her thoughts to the prayers before the Buddha.
Fu Yuxue stared for a long time, then subconsciously took two steps forward, her toes barely touching the blue bricks inside the door, before suddenly stopping and hesitatingly retreating.
Her hand rested on the cold wooden pillar, her fingertips curling slightly.
Fu Yuxue sighed softly, but ultimately did not push the door open and went in. She turned around and slowly walked out of the courtyard of the Buddhist hall.
She gazed at the drooping willow branches in the corner of the courtyard and murmured to herself:
"I really don't know whether it was a blessing or a curse that I made Qingdai my concubine and had her serve His Majesty in bed that time."
Who would have thought that Qingdai was so affectionate, that she actually fell in love with His Majesty after being granted the title of Cairen.
He spends his days in the Buddhist hall eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddhist prayers, becoming increasingly emaciated. If this continues, he fears he might soon go astray.
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Yuxue sighed softly again, her tone full of regret: "Alas..."
The night breeze rustled through the willow branches, creating a soft, rustling sound that mingled with the faint chanting coming from the Buddhist hall, adding a touch of inexplicable melancholy.
Lin Lang turned off Fu Yuxue's [View Sharing] live video.
When Lin Lang saw that Qingdai had become much thinner and was kneeling devoutly in the Buddhist hall praying, hoping to regain his favor, his heart softened completely.