Chapter 142: The Matter of Getting Married

“Senior Sister?”

Just as Lin Qingwan was pacing back and forth at the courtyard gate, Jiang Lin, reclining in the armchair, sat up and called out softly.

“Ah~~~”

Startled by Jiang Lin’s voice, Lin Qingwan froze in place, a shiver running through her body like gentle ripples across water.

“Li… Lin… Good… good morning…”

Standing at the courtyard entrance, Lin Qingwan turned around, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, lips pressed together, and head bowed slightly. A faint wisp of steam seemed to rise from her head, making her look utterly adorable.

“Uh… Senior Sister, would you like to come in and sit?”

Looking at her beautifully dressed senior sister, Jiang Lin didn’t know why she was wandering about, but still greeted her warmly.

“Mm…”

Lin Qingwan took small steps into the courtyard and stood beside Jiang Lin.

Lying back in the armchair, Jiang Lin watched her senior sister’s hesitant expression and knew without a doubt that something was on her mind.

“Why don’t you sit next to me?”

“Ah… oh… mm…”

Lin Qingwan gently smoothed her skirt and sat down on the small chair beside Jiang Lin.

“Lin, how have you been feeling lately?”

“Feeling?” Jiang Lin pondered while reclining. “Not bad, actually. Clear-headed, good appetite, and I get to see my senior sister every day—a life like that of an immortal…”

“Pfft~~~~”

Like water boiling over, Lin Qingwan, seated on the small chair, lowered her head with a blush, steam rising from her ears and head.

She was completely smitten…

[Lin says seeing me every day is like living an immortal’s life, which means Lin likes me, Lin likes me, and I like Lin too, so we can get married and have children—maybe five or six kids… Oh, how wonderful… but…]

“Senior Sister? Senior Sister!”

“Ah!”

With her hands folded neatly on her lap, Lin Qingwan straightened her waist, lifted her head, closed her eyes, and quickly waved her hands.

“Lin, I want to have children with you, as many as possible. But for now, it’s not possible. After the battle at Donglin City, I’m almost broken and need to retreat into seclusion for a while. So, for now, I can’t be with you… Lin? Lin!”

Jiang Lin, who had just been lightly butted on the chin by Lin Qingwan’s head, fell back into the armchair, stars spinning in his head.

“Senior Sister, what did you just say?”

Helped up by his senior sister, Jiang Lin shook his head vigorously and sat up. Apart from some dizziness, he was fine.

“Well… Lin… I have to report back to the sect this afternoon, and also… we… have to… have…”

The tips of Lin Qingwan’s dainty shoes touched as her slender fingers nervously tugged at her skirt.

“Have what?”

Learning from experience, Jiang Lin glanced sideways at his senior sister.

Why does she look like a steaming teapot today?

“N-nothing…”

Lin Qingwan shook her head and took a deep breath.

She grabbed the thermos cup with the leftover wolfberry tea Jiang Lin had just brewed and drank it down in one gulp, feeling much calmer, though her flushed face now spread to the base of her neck.

Since her neck was naturally elegant—a beauty’s swan neck—the redness made it look like a glazed goose neck…

“Lin, I’m heading back to the sect this afternoon. I wanted to take you with me—(actually, even if you didn’t want to go, I’d break your legs to drag you back). But Senior Brother Tai Er and Mr. Kong said you shouldn’t travel long distances or fly on your sword for about a month, or you might have a stroke. I want to take good care of you, but the Donglin City incident was too serious. I have to report back quickly. The Confucian Academy needs a report from Longmen Sect as a participant. So, Lin, you must take good care of yourself. Once everything is settled, I will come straight back to Donglin City to find you!”

“…”

Listening to her words and watching her trembling eyes, Jiang Lin was a bit bewildered.

[Huh? No long trips? Flying on the sword causes strokes? What nonsense is that? I feel almost healed; I’ll probably remove the bandages tomorrow. What’s she talking about?]

But Jiang Lin didn’t argue. Although he wanted to visit Longmen Sect and personally guide the new junior sisters, he needed to return to the Sun and Moon Cult first—otherwise, Master and little Nian Nian would miss him too much.

In that sense, he owed them gratitude.

For a moment, Jiang Lin took Lin Qingwan’s hand, looking deeply into her beautiful eyes with utmost sincerity:

“Senior Sister, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of myself. You must also care for yourself well when you return to the sect—don’t overwork during training, remember to cover yourself well at night, and drink plenty of warm water.”

Lin Qingwan, holding Jiang Lin’s hand in hers, shyly nodded, her eyes full of affection.

“Lin, you must also watch your health. Once everything is settled, I’ll come find you, and then we will… we will…”

“We will what?”

“Nothing…”

Seeing her steam again and faltering, Jiang Lin didn’t press further.

“Senior Sister, no need to rush. There’s still the martial arts tournament in Wutong Prefecture, right? This junior brother will definitely be there, and I want to see you wield your sword—you must look stunning.”

“Eh? Will Lin come to cheer for me?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Lin had been about to say, “I’ll come to cause some trouble,” but thought better of it.

“If you win first place, I’ll give you a gift—anything you want, I’ll get it for you.”

Jiang Lin patted his chest generously.

Since he was poor as dirt and his senior sister wasn’t materialistic, her wishes would probably be simple.

“Really?” Lin Qingwan’s eyes lit up instantly. “Then I want you to promise me one thing.”

“A request…”

“Still not possible, huh…” Lin Qingwan lowered her head, her eyes full of disappointment, making Jiang Lin feel as if he had committed a grievous wrong.

“Of course! As long as it’s something I can do, I promise, Senior Sister!”

Now that she had asked, especially seeing her small pleading face, Jiang Lin simply couldn’t refuse.

“That’s wonderful. I’ll work hard for sure!”

Just one small promise from him made Lin Qingwan glow like a blooming flower, a joy radiating from within that filled Jiang Lin with satisfaction.

If not for reason restraining him, Jiang Lin felt he could promise her several more favors.

After all, she wouldn’t ask anything difficult.

And seeing the person he loved most so happy, Lin Qingwan’s lingering sadness about parting vanished instantly.

Since Lin had promised, she wouldn’t go back on her word.

As for getting married—well, that could wait for another time~~~

The End