234: Chapter 234 Melissa's Meditation Corrects Her Mistakes! Helena Gives Birth!

The night was deep, and the moonlight was gentle.

When Melissa received the notification from the maid, she was in her room flipping through a book titled "Basic Elemental Theory."

She was slightly taken aback when she heard the maid say it was her turn to go to the top-floor bedroom tonight.

According to the rotation rules she had observed, she had only been there recently, so it shouldn't have been her turn tonight.

A trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, but a secret glimmer of joy also swept through her heart.

She thought for a moment, closed the book, and began to bathe.

After bathing, she walked to the wardrobe and began to pick out her clothes for the night.

She chose an ivory-white dress.

She had bought this dress last time she was shopping in the city, though she didn't quite know why.

She had always felt it was too extravagant and was too embarrassed to wear it out, but tonight, she wanted to try it.

Besides, not many people would see it anyway.

Thinking this, she began to change.

The lace neckline of the dress revealed her delicate collarbone just perfectly.

The hem of the skirt fell lightly to her calves, swaying gently with her movements.

She spun around once, then sat down before the vanity mirror.

Her soft, long hair cascaded down.

She took out a silver hair ribbon and gently gathered and tied up her hair.

She knew the habits and preferences of her Lord...

Thinking of this, she studied herself in the mirror for a moment, then pursed her lips to make them look more rosy before standing up and leaving the room.

She walked along the corridor toward the top floor of the castle, her footsteps lighter than usual.

The door to the top-floor bedroom was ajar.

She knocked gently on the door, then pushed it open and walked in.

Rowan was leaning on a lounge chair by the window.

He held a glass of red wine in his hand, his gaze falling naturally onto Melissa, who had just walked in.

The young girl, having dressed carefully, seemed much softer and more charming than the official who spent her days buried in ledgers.

Rowan watched her with a hint of a smile in his eyes, not speaking, just reaching out a hand toward her.

Melissa walked over to him, placed her hand in his palm, and obediently knelt beside his knees, looking up at him: "My Lord..."

I do not know how much time passed... The clouds dispersed and the rain ceased. The intertwined breathing gradually calmed down.

Melissa leaned against the soft pillow, her long hair scattered messily across the pillowcase.

Those beautiful eyes, which were occasionally filled with anxiety on ordinary days, looked exceptionally soft and hazy at this moment.

Rowan turned to his side, reached out, and gently lifted her fair chin, smiling as he said: "Melissa, you are not being obedient."

Upon hearing this, a flash of astonishment crossed those slightly hazy, beautiful eyes, and she woke up a little from that lazy state.

She blinked in a panic, her voice tinged with unease: "My Lord... did... did I do something wrong?"

Rowan looked at her nervous appearance and couldn't help but smile: "I clearly approved the funds for the meditation auxiliary potion, so why didn't you use it?"

Melissa's cheeks flushed bright red upon hearing this, and her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz: "My Lord... I... I did not intend to disobey your will."

"I just felt... I felt that if I practiced slowly, I could keep up with the progress, and there was no need to waste those precious potions..."

Rowan listened and chuckled: "I have my own ways of solving the territory's financial problems. Your task is to listen to me, do you understand?"

"Tomorrow, come to my study. I will inject some new funds into the castle's treasury."

Melissa lay in his arms, silent for a moment, then nodded gently: "Yes... I understand, my Lord... I won't do this again."

"I will be obedient."

Rowan heard this and patted her gently: "Alright, since you came tonight, I might as well help you with a meditation correction."

"There are still some areas in your current meditation method that can be optimized."

Melissa was a bit confused upon hearing this. Isn't the Lord a knight? How does he know meditation techniques?

But she didn't ask any further questions, just nodded, sat up properly on the bed, closed her eyes, and entered a meditative state.

Rowan quietly observed her spiritual power fluctuations, then incorporated her current meditation state into his own deduction model, beginning to simulate and correct it.

A moment later, he spoke, his voice clear, guiding her step by step to adjust the rhythm of her meditation and the direction in which her spiritual power gathered.

Melissa followed his instructions and began to adjust her meditation rhythm.

Not long after, her brows smoothed out slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

She could clearly feel that the efficiency of her spiritual power improvement had actually increased.

She opened her eyes and looked at Rowan: "My Lord... it really works! I feel much smoother than before!"

Rowan smiled: "Follow this rhythm for meditation from now on. Once you get used to this new rhythm, the efficiency can improve even more."

"Alright, it's getting late..."

After another burst of intertwined breathing.

Melissa fell into a deep sleep.

Rowan leaned against the headboard, watching her serene sleeping face, thinking about the cultivation of other flowers in his heart.

A qualified gardener needs to ensure that every flower receives the right amount of nourishment and care.

... Two days later.

In a room within Golden Flame Castle.

Maids were coming in and out carrying hot water and clean towels, their footsteps light and quick.

Rowan stood outside the door, waiting quietly.

I do not know how much time passed, but finally, a loud cry from a baby came from the room.

A moment later, a second cry also rang out.

Then the door was pushed open. A head maid poked her head out and said: "My Lord, it is done!"

"Mother and daughters are safe, they are two young ladies!"

Rowan chuckled and pushed the door open to walk in.

Inside the room.

Helena was leaning against the headboard, looking a bit exhausted.

Seeing Rowan walk in, she turned her head slightly and called out softly: "My Lord..."

Rowan walked to the bedside, lowered his head, and planted a kiss on her forehead: "You have worked hard."

Helena shook her head gently, her gaze turning toward the cradle, and with an unconcealable smile, she said: "My Lord, please give the children names."

Rowan stood up, walked over to the cradle, and looked down at the two newborns sleeping peacefully.

He was silent for a moment, then reached out a finger and gently touched the cheek of the little girl on the left: "Marceline."

He then turned to the one on the right: "Yvette."

He turned around, looked at Helena on the bed, and asked: "Marceline and Yvette, how are they?"

Helena nodded gently: "Yes... good... Marceline... Yvette..."