44 Chapter 44: Even a Child is Born?_1

“Me?” Jin Hong was taken aback, “Is it possible? With my current cultivation, I’m afraid it would be difficult to go to Yinxu Prefecture.”

Qin Changqing laughed and said, “Once I become a steward, it won’t be difficult anymore.”

Stewards generally have the authority to manage and arrange personnel within their jurisdiction. Most stewards would cultivate their own ‘confidants’ and then manipulate the contributions they submit to the sect, earning profits for themselves.

Even if it’s not said outright, Qin Changqing can guess that people are selfish. Corrupt officials are everywhere, let alone in places with less strict regulations like this.

“Thank you, Brother Qin!” Jin Hong said excitedly.

Although Qin Changqing’s future in Yinxu Prefecture was uncertain, as long as they could get through the initial stages, having the connection with Xuanyi Peak would ensure things got better over time.

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Qin Changqing laughed loudly: “What are you thanking me for? We’re all brothers who have known each other for over a decade!”

Jin Hong bowed again and then prepared to go back and make arrangements.

His family had considerable influence in Heiyu Town, and although they were leaving, it wasn’t something that could be done in a short amount of time.

“By the way,” Jin Hong suddenly remembered, “Brother Qin, the issue with the demon cultivator from last time hasn’t been resolved yet. Be careful.”

“I know, don’t worry.”

The demon cultivator incident initially caused widespread panic, but it seemed to have calmed down after a while.

Moreover, the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect hadn’t discovered anything about the so-called witch, and it was likely that it was nothing more than a rumor.

After all, the Huntian Sect was tens of thousands of miles away, and it didn’t seem likely.

After discussing the situation with Jin Hong, Qin Changqing began making arrangements for their relocation.

Qin family’s business in Heiyu Town couldn’t be abandoned. When the time came, it could be handed over to Qin Haotian and the other children to manage. As a base of operations, if they fell flat in Yinxu Prefecture, they could always come back and start again.

Thus, the trip to Yinxu Prefecture had to be split into two steps.

First, he would go there to take up his position and organize matters. After things were stable, he could bring everyone over and gradually expand the business.

Anyway, they had the Golden Shuttle Boat, so it wouldn’t take too much time to go back and forth.

Just as Qin Changqing was busily planning the future ‘grand scheme’ for the Qin family, an unexpected guest arrived at the Qin Mansion.

“Junior Sister Murong, how come you came down the mountain?” Qin Changqing was stunned, having assumed that the bride he thought he’d secured had slipped away after all this time.

There was no choice; the few times he went to Taixuan Peak afterward, he hadn’t been able to get up the mountain.

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Only once, when a disciple at the foot of the mountain asked him why he wanted to go up, Qin Changqing answered that he was looking for Murong Xue. As a result, he was driven away.

Afterward, Qin Changqing thought about it and felt that he’d given the wrong answer. If he’d said he was going to see the Sect Leader for guidance, the disciple might have let him in.

“I’m sorry, Brother Qin,” Murong Xue apologized with a guilty expression. “Even though we made an agreement before, I haven’t come to see you for such a long time.”

In fact, this wasn’t really her fault.

Who wouldn’t be upset with the Sect Leader?

When she was unhappy, Qin Changqing had to be unhappy too. Otherwise, she would be even more unhappy.

When Qin Changqing was unhappy, she was happy.

So, Murong Xue was caught in the middle as the link between the two people’s happiness and unhappiness.

But to be honest, Murong Xue knew very well in her heart, and she was aware that this could not go on for an extended period.

With her talent and ability, if the Sect Leader was happy, she might take care of her, but if she closed herself off for ten years or even a hundred years, she might even forget who she was when she came out.

This time, her grandfather sent a message to the Murong Family for her 160th birthday, and she used it as an excuse to finally get Liu Mengxian to let her come down the mountain.

“The Sect Leader is really…”

“Hush!” Murong Xue raised her index finger to stop Qin Changqing from speaking, “Brother, don’t discuss the Sect Leader.”

Qin Changqing spread his hands: “What’s the matter? Can’t I even speak a few words in my own house?”

Murong Xue said, “Once, a disciple whispered a few words of discussion, and he was struck by lightning.”

Qin Changqing thought for a moment and solemnly said, “What I actually wanted to say just now is that the Sect Leader is truly wise, has a discerning eye, is empathetic, and possesses exceptional talent. She is indeed the role model for all the disciples in Lingxiao Sect.”

Murong Xue nodded in agreement and smiled.

At this moment, Su Xiaoyue and the others came out upon hearing the voices.”Husband, who is this?”

“Oh, she is Murong Xue.”

“So it’s Sister Murong.”

While Murong Xue was still confused, Su Xiaoyue and others warmly greeted her.

In fact, ever since Qin Changqing mentioned the secret realm last time, they had all been ready to welcome their new sister.

However, the Qin family had three sons but never brought Sister Murong over, making them think that their husband had changed his mind.

But as expected, their husband was still the same.

Murong Xue was also generous and easygoing, and after chatting with Su Xiaoyue and others for a while, she quickly became familiar with them.

“I didn’t realize that Sister Xi’er and Sister Bai Yun were also disciples of Xuanyi Peak.” Murong Xue exclaimed. They married two junior sisters at the same time, and Qin Lingshuang also seemed to be on the list.

With such a thought, Brother Qin was really amazing.

Night fell.

Murong Xue, who was staying in the Qin Mansion, suddenly had her door pushed open.

Considering the need to return to the Murong Family, the two decided to get the ‘affair’ done first.

The wedding ceremony could be talked about later.

Better safe than sorry.

“Hus-husband… I’m a little nervous.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“Mm…”

The candlelight was dim, and the curtains fell. Murong Xue’s cheeks turned red, and although her appearance was that of an elder sister, her temperament was incredibly soft. Qin Changqing felt intoxicated as he sank into her gentleness.

Soon.

The candlelight flickered.

The creaking sound started.

Murong Xue stayed in the Qin Mansion for three days. Due to the upcoming birthday celebration, she had to hurry back to Yinxu Prefecture.

Qin Changqing thought for a moment and simply decided to go there to give a surprise to the old man he hadn’t met yet and wish him a happy birthday.

Although it would certainly not end well, Qin was always reasonable.

As long as the formalities were properly observed first, fighting and killing later would not matter.

However, before he and Murong Xue left, another guest came to the Qin Mansion.

In the courtyard.

Seeing Bai Yun basking in the sun while holding her child, Qin Lingshuang petrified on the spot.

“Sister Bai Yun… you… married Big Brother?”

Qin Lingshuang was very depressed in her heart.

This time she had come down the mountain to share the joy of breaking through and winning ranks with Big Brother, but now she suddenly had no mood for it.

Big Brother had gotten married again, and the bride wasn’t her.

Besides, Bai Yun was supposed to be watching, so why did they get married and even have a child?

Sister Bai Yun, I was clearly here first!

Qin Lingshuang couldn’t make heads or tails of it, her mind a complete mess.

Bai Yun didn’t know her thoughts.

Seeing Senior Sister Lingshuang appearing after so many years, she was naturally very happy. She handed the baby to a servant and warmly pulled Qin Lingshuang over, “Senior Sister Lingshuang, come, sit down!”

Qin Lingshuang was lost for words.

“You… how…” Qin Lingshuang glanced at the child, holding onto the last hope, “Whose is it?”