118: Ji Ziyue visits her maternal home

After discussing the upcoming plans with all the Holy Lords, the discussion lasted until evening.

In the evening, Ye Wen left the banquet and let Li Daoqing continue to coordinate with them, primarily discussing the arrangements for receiving the women to be sent to the Yaoguang Holy Land.

As well as their distribution and ranking.

After all, Ye Wen's body was not made of iron and needed rest; facing so many women, it had to be done in batches.

And the sooner a Saintess conceived a child, the faster they would grow.

To increase the strength of their own Holy Lands, these Holy Lords vied to have Ye Wen favor their own Saintesses first.

Facing their arguments, Ye Wen dumped the matter onto Li Daoqing, then asked the Ji Family Holy Lord and the Jiang Family Holy Lord to wait in another hall while he went to bring Ji Ziyue, Jiang Caixuan, and the children.

At Ye Wen's words, the Ji Family Holy Lord and the Jiang Family Holy Lord naturally nodded in agreement.

Just like that, Ye Wen left the banquet and returned to Goddess Peak.

On Goddess Peak, the night was like water, and moonlight spilled over the bluestone paths. As Ye Wen returned, his tall and slender figure was reflected in the moonlight. He walked slowly toward Ji Ziyue's room, and as he pushed open the door, a warm and beautiful scene met his eyes.

Ji Ziyue leaned against a soft couch, a light purple sheer slip dress draping softly, outlining her graceful figure. Her long hair was casually scattered over her shoulders, with a hint of fatigue from childbirth still in her hair, but a maternal tenderness had been added to her features. She held her newborn daughter, who was only a few days old, softly humming a lullaby, her gaze as gentle as water.

The neckline of the sheer slip dress was slightly open, revealing her slender neck and collarbones. Her skin shimmered with a faint luster under the moonlight, appearing exceptionally soft and beautiful. The hem of her dress fell gently, revealing her long legs, and her skin, encased in black stockings, glowed faintly in the moonlight. A light fragrance emanated from her body, making one feel refreshed and happy.

Ye Wen stood at the door, looking at her tenderly, an indescribable tenderness welling up in his heart. He called out softly, "Purple Moon."

Ji Ziyue looked up and saw Ye Wen standing at the door, a flash of surprise immediately crossing her eyes: "Big Scoundrel, you're back..."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of fatigue, yet still pleasant to the ear. Ye Wen stepped quickly to her side, gently took her hand, his eyes full of tenderness: "Purple Moon, thank you for your hard work."

Ji Ziyue smiled slightly and looked down at the daughter in her arms, a hint of pride in her tone: "Look, how cute our daughter is."

Ye Wen looked down and saw the infant with her eyes closed, her small mouth puffing as she suckled. Her skin was pink and tender, and one could vaguely see the shadows of her parents in her features. An indescribable tenderness welled up in Ye Wen's heart as he gently stroked his daughter's cheek: "She really looks like you."

Ji Ziyue leaned into Ye Wen's embrace, the neckline of her sheer slip dress slightly open, revealing her slender neck and collarbones. Her skin shimmered with a faint luster under the moonlight, appearing exceptionally soft and beautiful. Ye Wen looked down at her, his eyes full of doting: "Purple Moon, you've become even more beautiful."

Ji Ziyue rose a blush to her face and gave him a gentle push: "Smooth talker."

Ye Wen chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "I'm telling the truth."

Ji Ziyue leaned against his chest, feeling the warmth emanating from him, her heart filled with happiness and contentment.

Ye Wen gently held Ji Ziyue, his gaze falling on the daughter in her arms, his eyes full of tenderness: "Purple Moon, your Ji Family Holy Lord wants to see the child. Change your clothes and wait for me at the door with the baby; wait to go with Cai Xuan."

Ji Ziyue nodded, her eyes full of tenderness: "Alright, I'll go get ready now."

Ye Wen kissed her forehead gently, then turned and left for Jiang Caixuan's room.

Pushing open Jiang Caixuan's door, Ye Wen saw an equally warm scene. Jiang Caixuan leaned against a soft couch, a plain white sheer slip dress draping softly, outlining her graceful figure. Her long hair was casually scattered over her shoulders, with a hint of fatigue from childbirth still in her hair, but a maternal tenderness had been added to her features. She held her newborn daughter, softly humming a lullaby, her gaze as gentle as water.

The neckline of the sheer slip dress was slightly open, revealing her slender neck and collarbones. Her skin shimmered with a faint luster under the moonlight, appearing exceptionally soft and beautiful. The hem of her dress fell gently, revealing her long legs, and her skin, encased in black stockings, glowed faintly in the moonlight. A light fragrance emanated from her body, making one feel refreshed and happy.

Ye Wen stood at the door, looking at her tenderly, an indescribable tenderness welling up in his heart. He called out softly, "Cai Xuan."

Jiang Caixuan looked up and saw Ye Wen standing at the door, a flash of surprise immediately crossing her eyes: "Husband, you're here."

Ye Wen chuckled and lowered his head to kiss her forehead: "Mhm, I'm here to tell you some good news. Your family's Holy Lord wants to see you and the child. Change your clothes and bring the baby; we'll go with Purple Moon to see them."

Jiang Caixuan nodded, her eyes full of tenderness: "Alright, I'll go get ready now."

The night was like water, and moonlight spilled over the paths of Goddess Peak, reflecting the figures of Ye Wen, Ji Ziyue, and Jiang Caixuan. Ji Ziyue had changed into a light purple long dress, the hem swaying gently, concealing her graceful figure yet still failing to hide her maternal tenderness. In her arms, she held her daughter, Ye Nianyue; the infant's face was pink and tender, and one could vaguely see the shadows of her parents in her features.

Jiang Caixuan was in a plain white long dress with faint lotus patterns embroidered on the hem, appearing elegant and refined. In her arms, she held her daughter, Ye Caixuan; the infant's eyes were closed, and her small mouth puffed as she sucked on her finger, looking exceptionally adorable.

Ye Wen looked at the two of them, his eyes full of tenderness. He nodded slightly, a hint of faint satisfaction in his tone: "Very good, let's go."

Ji Ziyue and Jiang Caixuan looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of happiness and contentment. They knew that although Ye Wen was usually never serious, he truly and sincerely cherished them and the children.

The three of them walked slowly toward Li Daoqing's peak, moonlight spilling over them as if plating this moment with a layer of silver radiance. Ji Ziyue looked down at the daughter in her arms and murmured softly, "Little Nianyue, you're going to see your grandfather soon, so you must be good."

Jiang Caixuan also gently stroked her daughter's hair, softly humming a lullaby: "Little Cai Xuan, you're going to see your uncle soon, so you can't cry or make a fuss."

Soon, the three arrived at Li Daoqing's peak. Li Daoqing had already been waiting at the mountain gate for a long time; seeing Ye Wen arrive with Ji Ziyue and Jiang Caixuan, a gratified smile immediately appeared on his face: "Lord Saint, and the two madams, please come in."