"If you agree... to have a second child with me, I'll consider it," said Yu Longting, dark-faced but actually easily appeased, as he made his demand.
Before, the insistence on having a second child indeed posed a difficult decision for me to make immediately.
Now that I've decided to stick with him, having a brother or sister for Dumpling is inevitable, so what's there to agree to?
I wrapped my arms around his waist to reassure him and agreed without hesitation, "I agree, and I promise I won't go back on my word. Can you accept my plan now?"
"With your word, I can bear any grievance. Wanwan, I prefer a daughter~" Yu Longting didn't feel like he'd been duped; on the contrary, he was immensely satisfied. He held me tight, his cold lips repeatedly kissing my hair.
I leaned against him in his broad embrace for a while, then pushed him slightly, "That's enough, Yu Longting."
"Hmm," Yu Longting murmured softly and disappeared in a blink.
I took the remaining Mysterious Silk from making clothes and arranged it a bit around the room, waiting for Qing Li to appear.
To be honest, everything was just my speculation.
I wasn't completely certain that Qing Li would appear tonight.
She could show up tonight, tomorrow night, or even wait for ten days or half a month.
But Yu Rongling's poison couldn't wait.
In my heart, I prayed earnestly that Qing Li would be impatient and show up early to trouble me.
Late at night.
The air was unusually damp and cold.
I huddled in the covers, sleeping lightly.
When something rustled through the crack of the window,
I felt it and woke from my light sleep.
A face with its features erased appeared before me, dissolved away due to the powerful Art of the Forbidden Woman controlling it.
The face was bloody, with fresh blood still flowing from the severed parts, and it let out a sinister laugh, "Su Wan... today, my hair is no longer afraid of fire."
The plump and pallid face's hair grew frighteningly long in an instant.
It surged toward me as if alive.
"I guessed that you would make your hair fireproof," I said, calmly sitting up in bed and looking at the face like a performing clown. "So, what made you think that I would use the same method to deal with you?"
"Scare tactics!! A stupid woman who's nothing but a vase, what can you do apart from fire attacks?" A huge mouth suddenly appeared on the face, full of triangular, barbed teeth, covered in black corpse grime.
A foul, rotten breath sprayed from its mouth.
I was indeed disgusted and moved back quite a bit, my lips lightly touching as I said, "Life and death are decreed by fate, yin and yang are separated! Commanded by heaven, I wish for eternal blessings and longevity."
Suddenly, threads of light flashed through the dark room.
The hidden Mysterious Silk, emitting a white glow, started to intertwine as if woven, with strands enmeshing together.
From all directions, they wrapped around the head. Driven by the incantation, they tightened more and more, until they completely enveloped the bloody head in a sturdy cloth.
The foul-smelling blood soaked through the cloth, dripping drop by drop onto the floor.
The head, which carried a strand of Qing Li's Primordial Spirit, was bound and began to struggle and scream like a madman, "What have you done to me? What is this thing? Why... is it so hard, and it doesn't break?"
"This is Cultivation Spiritual Cloth woven from Mysterious Silk; originally, I developed it for healing and saving people," I wrapped myself in a blanket, shielding against the chilling energy released by Qing Li in her frenzy. "I found that its threads can hide themselves and once woven, they resist both water and fire, and can even block Art, just like armor. I thought... it should be suitable... as a prison for you."