As days went by, Churi Huaizhu was eager as she thought about the upcoming plot. The baby in her belly was growing day by day.
She was making plans for the baby. Remembering her previous discussion with Wangquan Baoye, she had an idea in mind. She wanted her child to become the most powerful person in the Taoist sect.
To achieve this, she needed the support of the elders. After the baby was born, the secret technique of the Wangquan family could be used to combine the advantages of the Dongfang and Wangquan families, making the child a powerful Taoist with fewer hardships. Churi Huaizhu planned to discuss this privately with the elders.
"Elders, the Taoist sect is now weak. There is only one way to restore its former glory." Churi Huaizhu stood in front of the elders with a neither overbearing nor humble attitude, which made the elders have a different opinion of her.
"Tell us." The respected elder in the middle spoke. His mellow voice echoed in the empty hall. Only five elders had come this time. They were the most influential ones in the Wangquan family.
Churi Huaizhu had already sorted out her thoughts. With the slight descriptions in the original work, she was more confident. And this confidence made her words more convincing.
"Elders, you all know that the women of our Dongfang family can, if they wish, pour all their spiritual power into their infants." Churi Huaizhu said as she stroked her abdomen where a new life was being nurtured, and that new life would bring hope to the Taoist sect.
"By using the secret technique of the Wangquan family to assist, we can activate the child's innate sword spirit, endowing the child with the talents of the two most powerful families in the Taoist sect." Churi Huaizhu had a proud look on her face. As a member of the most powerful family in the Taoist sect, she had the confidence.
The elders discussed with each other and analyzed Churi Huaizhu's words in their spiritual consciousness. Moreover, the baby in her belly had the blood of the Wangquan family. If the child had the most powerful talents, the Wangquan family would surely regain its former glory.
"On the day of the birth, go to the family's source land. I and the other elders will perform the secret technique on the child." The elder in the middle spoke, indicating that they had approved Churi Huaizhu's proposal.
Churi Huaizhu walked out of the hall. The sun outside was shining brightly. Wangquan Baoye was waiting for her at the door. Seeing her come out, he quickly walked to her side and walked shoulder - to - shoulder with her.
"How about it? Did the elders agree?" Wangquan Baoye asked. Churi Huaizhu smiled. The result was self - evident. Seeing this, Wangquan Baoye stared at her belly with a silly smile.
Churi Huaizhu couldn't help but want to palm her forehead when seeing his silly smile. Why hadn't she noticed this kind of smile on him before? It really made her feel happy and full of hope for life.
The two slowly walked back to their bedroom. A warm atmosphere filled the air between them. Wangquan Baoye picked up the carefully polished sword and waved it continuously.
Churi Huaizhu was thinking about how to say goodbye to Wangquan Baoye after she completed the plot. As days went by, her belly grew bigger. She could occasionally feel the baby moving.
Whenever that happened, Wangquan Baoye would put his ear on her belly to listen to the baby's sounds and feel its movements. It was a very warm moment.
One day, Wangquan Baoye was dealing with affairs in the study while Churi Huaizhu was making tea for him. Thinking that the day of her departure was getting closer, Churi Huaizhu was a bit absent - minded. Looking at Wangquan Baoye's profile, she felt a bit reluctant to leave.
"What's wrong? Are you too tired from standing?" Wangquan Baoye noticed her absent - mindedness. Looking up, he saw a trace of sadness on her face.
Churi Huaizhu was startled by the sudden voice. The tea spilled on the paper. Wangquan Baoye worriedly hugged her.
"It's okay. I've just been daydreaming recently." Churi Huaizhu smiled, but the sadness still lingered. This couldn't escape Wangquan Baoye's careful observation.
Wangquan Baoye was a bit helpless. He knew that pregnant women liked to daydream. But he was curious about what Churi Huaizhu was thinking that made her sad and showed reluctance whenever she looked at him.
"Tell me what you've been daydreaming about. Is it that Xiaofugui is being naughty?" Wangquan Baoye playfully got close to her belly.
Churi Huaizhu pushed his head away in disgust, but a smile appeared on her face. Her gentle movement couldn't stop Wangquan Baoye.
"If, I mean if, I leave you one day, what will you do?" Churi Huaizhu hesitated and stroked his hair.
Hearing this, Wangquan Baoye looked up at her. He thought she was joking.
But the seriousness on her face made the smile on his face disappear. He stood up and sat beside her.
Churi Huaizhu felt like crying. Her mood was so up and down that she couldn't control herself. Wangquan Baoye let her lie in his arms so that she could calm down.
"Really. If I disappear, what will you do?" Churi Huaizhu repeated. Wangquan Baoye was thinking about the question.
Wangquan Baoye smiled. "How could that be? I won't let you disappear. And now I'm by your side and you're by mine. The possibility of disappearing only exists in dreams."
Churi Huaizhu buried her head in Wangquan Baoye's arms. A muffled voice came from his arms. "But it's possible."
This rare coquettish tone made Wangquan Baoye feel a bit numb. He softened his tone and comforted Churi Huaizhu, and she listened quietly.
"Suppose there is such a possibility. I will surely live a good life, waiting for you to come and find me, or I'll go and find you. I will never let you down. So don't be sad about this."
Churi Huaizhu secretly wiped the tears on her face with Wangquan Baoye's sleeve. She looked up at him with red eyes. Her rare softness almost melted Wangquan Baoye's heart.
"Okay, stop crying. You're just like Xiaofugui." Wangquan Baoye pinched her nose and teased her.
Churi Huaizhu's cheeks flushed red. She buried her head in his arms again and wouldn't come out no matter how much Wangquan Baoye tried to persuade her. Wangquan Baoye had no choice but to sit on the stool and quietly hold her, enjoying her dependence.
Churi Huaizhu put the thought of leaving behind. In Wangquan Baoye's arms, she slowed down her breathing and quietly enjoyed this sweet moment.