Chapter 200: It's Twins

"Wuhen, actually you didn't have to…" Ye Qingran felt somewhat guilty. She had used Wuhen, yet Wuhen was so kind to her.

"It's just a trivial favor." Wuhen waved a hand, putting on a calm expression, but in his heart he thought like a fox, that he was actually doing this for his own benefit!

Qingshan Lake lies on the outskirts of Xiliang City, surrounded on three sides by mountains; the scenery is beautiful, the azure waves are crystal clear, making it a great place for recreation.

It is now mid‑July, the weather is scorching, and there are fewer people taking boat trips than in spring.

Seated on a luxurious vessel, Ye Qingran looked out the window at the blazing sun and couldn't help a snide remark: "Has the National Master lost his mind? Going out on a boat in this heat?"

Wuhen: "……"

Is it appropriate to call him stupid right in front of him?

Wuhen clenched his teeth and endured.

"Which ship is the National Master's?"

Although few people take boat trips at this hour in summer, there are still dozens of vessels drifting on the water, each more luxurious than the last, making it impossible to tell which one belongs to the National Master.

Wuhen scanned the surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on a ship bearing a conspicuous red flag; recalling the marker Fu San had mentioned, he pointed and said, "This is the one."

Ye Qingran followed Wuhen's direction and saw an especially opulent ship drifting slowly not far from them, with a red flag atop its cabin, looking rather odd.

Ye Qingran didn't think further, only eager to finish the mission and return. Though the cabin was shielded from the sun, the heat felt like a furnace; despite her cultivation level making her immune to heat, she still didn't want to linger.

She retrieved chilled melons and fruits from a pocket space to cool the two kids, fanned herself with a palm fan, and said, "Wuhen, let's approach that ship quickly; once the mission is done, we'll head back."

Wuhen replied in a low murmur.

The boat cut through the glittering water toward the National Master's ship, the scenery on either side receding, splendid and dazzling, with occasional breezes brushing the face, lifting one's spirits.

Ye Qingran felt a bit refreshed, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Stealing half a day's leisure in this fleeting life might not be bad.

"Help!"

Suddenly, a desperate cry for help came from outside; Ye Qingran looked out the cabin window and saw someone who had fallen into the water, flailing and struggling, clearly a land‑lubber.

On the deck stood an elderly lady, her expression terrified, pounding her thigh while shouting wildly.

After a while, no one came out, and the drowning person had already lost strength, seeming about to sink.

Ye Qingran's brows furrowed at the sight, and she said, "Leng Yue, go rescue them."

Leng Yue obeyed without question, her form flashing like lightning across the water; with a Moon Fishing from the Sea, she seized the drowning person's shoulder and hauled them ashore.

When the person was pulled onto the deck, Leng Yue glanced and was surprised to find a pregnant woman.

Moreover, the woman's face bore a striking resemblance to Meng Qian of Huguo Gongfu.

As a native of Medicine King Valley, Leng Yue naturally knew medicine; the unconscious pregnant woman was quickly revived by her.

"Are you alright?"

The woman's eyes cleared, and as she looked at the unfamiliar face before her, recalling what had just happened, she felt lingering fear but her gaze was full of gratitude.

"Miss, thank you for saving my life!"

She tried to stand, but Leng Yue held her down.

"No need to thank me; if you must, thank my lady," Leng Yue pointed toward Ye Qingran and added, "But my lady is always low‑key, you needn't thank her either."

The pregnant woman gave Ye Qingran a graceful bow, full of gratitude.

Leng Yue's gaze dropped, seeing the woman's exaggeratedly large belly, and she exclaimed, "Why is your belly so big? Could it be twins?"

The woman smiled shyly, "Yes, the doctor said they're twins. In less than half a month, I'll be in labor."

Leng Yue nodded, a thought flashing through her mind.

"Since everything's fine, I'm leaving. In the future, without someone who knows water, remember not to linger by the shore."

With that, Leng Yue stepped away, departing like a Milk Swallow.

"Miss, the person I just rescued is actually carrying twins."

Ye Qingran replied with a nod, not paying much attention.

"Miss, I just thought of a question."

"Hmm?"

Ye Qingran raised an eyebrow, her gaze turning toward Leng Yue.

"Miss, back then…"

Before Leng Yue could finish, a familiar voice called from outside.

"Ye Miss, are you also taking a boat ride?"

It was Fu San.

The children were playing on the deck, so Fu San knowing she was on the boat wasn't surprising.

She got up and went outside.

Leng Yue bit her lip, uncertain whether she should have said what she did. It was only a conjecture; if she was wrong, she'd only give the Miss something unnecessary to ponder.

Forget it, she'll bring it up another time when the chance arises.

"Fu San, is the National Master on the ship?"

"Of course he is. Ye Miss, would you like to sit down?"

Ye Qingran's brows twitched; given the National Master's temperament, shouldn't he have stayed ashore, let alone boarded her ship?

Why is there no sign of him today?

Just as Ye Qingran was puzzled, a familiar figure emerged from the opposite cabin.

The person wore a black robe, a demonic god's physique, unmatched handsomeness, aristocratic aloofness, imperial aura that gazed over the world—if not the National Master, then who could it be?

"Ye Miss, are you also sailing on the lake? Want to come over and sit?"

The National Master curled the corner of his lips, a mischievous curve, and his deep star‑like eyes held a tender affection.

A glance confirmed it was the National Master himself!

Only his face can show such a flirtatious smile!

"No thanks!" she said, Ye Qingran wondered where Wuhen had gone. At this time, shouldn't he come out to meet the National Master and brush up his presence?

"Fu San, I'm tired, I'll go rest for a while, don't let anyone disturb me."

After saying that, she smiled at Ye Qingran, turned and went back to the cabin.

Ye Qingran saw that the National Master had left, and Wuhen still hadn't come; she couldn't help turning slightly and shouting into the cabin: "Wuhen, it's rare that we've come out today; how about we play a piece together?"

As her words fell, Wuhen, dressed in fine brocade, walked out.

He was obviously deliberately and carefully dressed up.

That set of splendid silk brocade clothing, with a cinched waist and long collar, interpreted his already perfect figure to the extreme; his hair like cloudy black silk was arranged into an exquisite coiffure, making him look extraordinarily heroic.

Apart from his looks, he simply doesn't lose to the National Master in any way!

"Where is the National Master?" Wuhen glanced left and right, not seeing the National Master, and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Ye Qingran thought that Wuhen had gone to dress himself up, no wonder he hadn't come out for so long. It seemed he knew the National Master was peerlessly handsome, while his own looks were ordinary, making him feel inferior, so he wanted to enhance his image through dressing up, right?

The few doubts in Ye Qingran's heart were also dispelled.

"The National Master just went in. Never mind him, let's play together."

Fu San hurriedly stopped: "Miss Ye, my lord needs to rest, you…"

"What, is Qingshan Lake your lord's?"

Fu San: "……"

"Whether Qingshan Lake belongs to Your Majesty or not doesn't matter; from now on, Your Majesty will surely be yours!"