Transmigrating Female Supreme: The Peerless Husband Depends on Me

The candlelight flickered, and light and shadow intertwined within the gauze curtain. Lin Yuxuan's fingertips gently traced her eyebrows and eyes, and he whispered, "Yuer, I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm worried something might happen to you." He said in a muffled voice, "The situation in Puyang is complicated. What if..."

Su Yue covered his mouth and shook her head: "With Aze and Ayan here, I will be fine."

Lin Yuxuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned over and hugged her in his arms with such force that she felt a little pain.

"Ah Xuan?"

"Don't move..." His voice was hoarse, "Let me hold you for a while."

Su Yue didn't say anything else, just leaning quietly in his arms, listening to his strong heartbeat. Lin Yuxuan had a faint medicinal fragrance on him, which was refreshing and pleasant, making her feel inexplicably at ease.

After a long time, Lin Yuxuan finally let her go and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips: "...Come back soon."

Su Yue nodded, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips: "Sure."

The candle wick popped slightly, casting a swaying shadow on the gauze curtain.

Lin Yuxuan's fingertips slid along Su Yue's wrist bone into the gaps between her fingers, and his ten fingers were interlocked and pressed on the brocade pillow.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person beneath him, his eyes seemed to contain insoluble ink, and his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper: "Yuer..."

Su Yue raised her hand and stroked the slightly red corners of his eyes, and her thumb felt a little wet.

The hands that usually hold the silver needles are now trembling slightly, the jade-like skin is slightly flushed, and even the neck is dyed with a layer of peach blossom color.

"I'm here." She tilted her head back and kissed his rolling Adam's apple.

Lin Yuxuan suddenly leaned over, and his hair with a medicinal scent fell down, enclosing the two of them in a small shadow.

His kiss moved from his brow to his lips, and he paused just before touching them. He asked in a hoarse voice, breathing in and out, "Can I bite?"

Su Yue chuckled and took the initiative to hold his lower lip: "Be gentle."

The candlelight outside the tent popped and sparkled again.

Lin Yuxuan's canine teeth lingered on the collarbone, but he was reluctant to use force, leaving only a few light rose-colored spots.

Su Yue hooked his loose belt, twisted it around her fingertips a few times, and then tightened it: "Ah Xuan, you are so good."

"...Don't tease me." He grabbed the rebellious hand and pressed it against his chest, his heart beating like a drum under his palm.

The night wind carried the fragrance of the remaining lotus leaves and seeped into the window gap. Lin Yuxuan suddenly stood up, and his long hair fell like a waterfall on the side of Su Yue's neck.

His fingertips brushed across the belt around her waist, but paused when they touched the dark knot. He looked up at her with clear yet struggling eyes: "You still have to travel tomorrow..."

Su Yue directly pulled open his collar, bit his chin with a smile: "Do you know how to feel sorry for me now?"

The calming incense at the bedside had long burned out, and a layer of soft ash had accumulated in the celadon incense burner.

As Lin Yuxuan curled up in Su Yue's arms, feeling drowsy, he suddenly mumbled, "...I added snow ginseng pills to your medicine bag."

"Um?"

“If I get hurt…” His voice trailed off, “…I’ll know.”

Su Yue's heart burned, and she looked down, and found that there were still traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.

As soon as his fingertips touched the skin, Lin Yuxuan, who was sleeping, grabbed it unconsciously and rubbed it against his cheek.

The sound of the midnight bell rang outside the window. She looked at the winding branch pattern on the ceiling of the tent and gently kissed the hair of the person in her arms.

As the morning light faded, the front of the Su Mansion was already bustling with activity.

Mu Feng was half leaning on the soft couch, with Ningning sleeping soundly beside him. The little girl was wrapped in an apricot-yellow swaddling cloth, with only her chubby pink face showing.

He had not fully recovered yet and should not have gotten out of bed, but he insisted on sending Su Yue out.

"You..." Su Yue squatted in front of the couch, gently rubbing Ningning's face with her fingertips, then looked up at Mu Feng, "You haven't finished your confinement yet, why are you torturing yourself?"

Mu Feng smiled and held her hand: "You won't be back for at least a month after you leave. I will feel uneasy if I don't see you off."

Su Yue's heart warmed up, and she leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead: "When I come back, Ningning will be one month old."

Mu Feng nodded, his eyes soft: "Be careful on the road."

In the yard, Yaoyao tugged at Su Yue's clothes and refused to let go, her little mouth pouting like a bottle of oil: "Mom won't leave!"

Su Yue bent down, picked her up, and kissed her soft cheek: "Mom, go buy some candy for Yaoyao, okay?"

"I don't want a sugar man!" Yaoyao's eyes were red, "I want my mother!"

Shangguan Haomu, who was standing by, came over with a bulging belly and took Yaoyao in one hand: "Be good, mother will be back soon."

He was four months pregnant, but because he was carrying twins, his abdomen was obviously bulging, more obvious than that of an ordinary pregnant woman who was five months pregnant.

Shangguan Haochen also came over, holding his waist. His belly was slightly smaller than his brother's, but his movements were already a little clumsy. "Sister, Puyang is humid, remember to bring some extra warm clothes."

Su Yue smiled and nodded, then looked at Lin Yuxuan.

Lin Yuxuan held Hanhan in his arms, his eyes slightly red, but he tried hard not to cry.

Hanhan seemed to sense that the atmosphere was wrong. His little hands tightly grasped Lin Yuxuan's clothes, and his eyes like black grapes stared straight at Su Yue.

"Ah Xuan..." Su Yue walked over, rubbed Han Han's head, and held Lin Yuxuan's hand again, "I'll leave the mansion to you."

Lin Yuxuan pursed his lips and whispered, "...Come back soon."

Shen Yunyan stood aside, holding Xinxin, who had just woken up, in his arms, and said softly, "Don't worry, we are at home."

Liang Junze and Gu Qingyan had packed their luggage and were standing by the carriage waiting.

Liang Junze walked up to Shangguan Haomu and gently stroked his belly: "Take good care of yourself and don't tire yourself out."

Shangguan Haomu chuckled: "It's not my first time being pregnant, don't worry."

Gu Qingyan squatted down and said to Hanhan seriously, "You little bastard, be obedient at home and don't bully your sister."

Hanhan glanced at him, turned his head and buried his face in Lin Yuxuan's neck, expressing his disgust for his biological father with practical actions.

Gu Qingyan: "..."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh.

The time has come. Su Yue took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the carriage.

Liang Junze helped her into the car, then turned back and nodded to everyone: "Take care."

Gu Qingyan jumped onto his horse and waved to Mu Feng: "Wait for Ningning's full moon banquet when I get back!"

The wheels turned slowly, Su Yue lifted the curtain and looked at the family members standing in front of the mansion gate——

Lin Yuxuan's eyes were red, but he forced a smile; Brother Shangguan waved goodbye, his belly bulging; Shen Yunyan held Yaoyao in his arms, gently soothing the crying little girl; Hanhan lay on Lin Yuxuan's shoulder, staring blankly at the carriage that was moving away...

Su Yue felt sad, but she knew that she had to go on this trip.

She lowered the curtain, leaned on Liang Junze's shoulder, and said softly, "Let's go."

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and the plaque on the Su Mansion's door gradually became blurred in the morning mist.

The carriage moved slowly along the official road, its wheels making a dull sound as they rolled over the bluestone slabs.

Su Yue leaned on the cushion, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the dark patterns on her cuffs.

Liang Junze sat on her left, looking down at the river engineering drawings sent by the Ministry of Works, with a trace of solemnity between his brows.

Gu Qingyan sat on the right, wiping the short knife he carried with him. The blade shone coldly in the morning light.