Chapter 71: Amusing Tales Between Husband and Wife

Qin Youtian passionately kissed her lips, her ears, her slender neck, trailing downward, his hands gentle yet firm as they wandered over her body, even beginning to loosen her sash and untie her garments.

Hua Qinci, upon hearing his words, suddenly bristled, springing upright.

“What did you say? Say it again.”

“I said, let’s have a child,” Qin Youtian looked at her with deep affection, his gentle gaze capable of melting her into water.

Hua Qinci glanced at their current posture, a silver needle flashing in her hand.

“You’re shameless, indecent, and utterly brazen.”

Qin Youtian kissed her again, but this time he darted away, rising and leaving in a flash.

He ran far ahead before turning back, grinning at Hua Qinci, “Hurry up and follow me. If we run into tigers or wild boars, I doubt your few little needles will be of much use.”

“Qin Youtian, what were you just doing? Stop right there!” Hua Qinci scrambled up and chased after him.

“What do you think I was doing? Don’t you know what I want to do?” Qin Youtian’s eyes glinted with a profound, dangerous smile.

“If you dare bully me, you scoundrel—” Hua Qinci’s anger flared, her cheeks flushed even deeper.

“Hey, don’t forget you’re still rightfully my wife today. That’s hardly bullying. Don’t try to fool me.”

“Are you really going to claim you weren’t deliberately harassing me?”

“Between husband and wife, these amusements can hardly be called bullying, can they? Didn’t your nurse teach you? This is all perfectly normal.”

Qin Youtian’s words were loaded with meaning, leaving Hua Qinci frustrated and helpless. That night, she had almost...

The memory irritated her. “Qin Youtian, if you dare take advantage when my family’s away, when my father isn’t here, I’ll make you regret it deeply.”

“How deeply? Regret to what degree?” Qin Youtian pressed closer instead of retreating. Hua Qinci quickly put away her silver needle and turned to flee.

And so, the two chased each other up the mountain.

Although the run was tiring, it was exhilarating—there was no fear, no jealousy, no scheming, and no hatred.

Hua Qinci felt that, after so many days, this was the most relaxed she had ever been. Her mind was clear, she felt no contempt for Qin Youtian’s face, nor did she worry that he might betray her.

There was no fear, no anxiety, no loneliness.

She was like a carefree butterfly, flitting with Qin Youtian in pursuit.

Sometimes, Qin Youtian would carry her on his back, and they would race like the wind.

On this last day, she felt as though she had returned to her innocent self.

Back then, she had been carefree, every day filled with joy, all matters handled by her father.

She could do whatever she pleased, never knowing failure. She was the brightest, most captivating, most envied woman.

Yet, at the peak of her glory, she had recklessly fallen, and the pain was deep—so deep it spanned past and present lives, a lingering fear she still could not shake.

But now, she felt utterly relaxed. Perhaps, in this lifetime, there would only be this one moment.

When they reached halfway up the mountain, the sun was high, its heat making the earth steam, but within the dense forest it was surprisingly cool.

After eating some provisions, they began their work.

Because it was Hua Qinci’s first time on the mountain, Qin Youtian allowed her to roam freely outside the thicket.

He entered the forest alone to hunt; today, he wanted to catch a wild boar for her, planning to prepare a delicious roast for dinner.

Feeling bored, Hua Qinci picked nearby medicinal herbs with valuable properties, intending to prepare some for their journey, or to give some to Wei Zhen’s family, who were struggling terribly.

Although she’d recently been helping by checking Wei Zhen’s pulse, the illness had entered its second stage. If not treated properly, recovery seemed impossible.

But their family was too poor, with three sick members, unable to afford the necessary medicine.

She hoped to gather as much as she could, to alleviate their suffering as much as possible. After all, Wei San’er, their son, had saved her twice.

Whatever it took, she would find a way to cure Wei Zhen.

She had no idea how far she’d walked, nor where she was, only that suddenly her foot slipped and she plunged downward.

“Ah!”