Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Gu Ziye’s soft moans filled the room for quite some time before they finally faded.

Gu Ziye clung to Lu Yuan, her arms wrapped tightly around him, refusing to let go.

Lu Yuan lay still, resting.

They embraced for a long time.

「Outside the Lu Mansion Gate.」

The Jinyi Guard were locked in a deadly battle with a group of masked men, and their war cries startled everyone inside the Lu Mansion.

Song Meiqin, who had just fallen asleep, was jolted awake by the shouts of battle outside the mansion and the commotion within.

Some maid, timid as a mouse, was screaming her head off in the courtyard:

"Murder!"

"Help! Someone, help!"

The maid’s screams instantly threw the Lu Mansion into chaos. Uninformed servants scrambled for cover, though no intruders had actually charged in.

Inside the Lu Mansion, a team of Mansion Guards under the command of Fifth Brother Liu burst out from several tiled-roof houses. They assembled quickly, awaiting their leader’s command.

These Mansion Guards wouldn’t make a move unless the mansion’s property or personnel were actually harmed.

Outside the Lu Mansion, in several adjacent houses, another team of Mansion Guards was poised to strike, wielding gleaming Strong Bows and Crossbows—Compound Bows, specifically.

Using firearms in Taiping City would be a blatant disregard for the Court, so they used compound bows and crossbows instead, which could pierce walls from twenty paces away.

These Mansion Guards watched the fight between the Jinyi Guard and the masked men through the cracks in the windows.

"Captain, when are we charging out? If those masked men break into the mansion, it will be a dereliction of our duty," a Traveler said anxiously.

The captain, a cautious middle-aged man, said unhurriedly, "What’s the rush? We wait for Fifth Brother Liu’s signal from inside. We’re going to catch them like fish in a barrel."

"Brilliant, Captain!"

...

Inside the Lu Mansion, the awakened Song Meiqin still had no idea what was happening. She muttered, "Lu Yuan! That Lu Yuan!"

After everything that had happened, Song Meiqin’s first worry was still for Lu Yuan. The man was always getting himself into danger.

Song Meiqin held her large belly with her left hand and supported herself on the bedside cabinet with her right. Sitting on the edge of the earthen bed, she tried to hook her cotton slippers on the floor with her big toe.

At that moment, there was no maid by Song Meiqin’s side to attend to her.

Song Meiqin leaned forward, inching her way toward the edge of the bed.

With a sudden slip, she lost her balance and tumbled to the floor, landing hard on her bottom.

Normally, it wouldn’t have been a big deal—a bruised backside at worst.

But now, Song Meiqin was in agony. The fall from the bed had jolted her belly, and it was clear her labor had been triggered.

Xiaotian, the "Brother Pingtou" who had been eavesdropping under Gu Ziye’s window, had long since hidden himself inside the courtyard’s rockery upon hearing the sounds of battle.

Lu Yuan had once thought Xiaotian was some kind of Spirit Beast or a high-level Demon Beast. ’Turns out he’s just a lecherous, talking pet.’

Back in the room, Lu Yuan, who had been lying on top of Gu Ziye, sat up. He turned his head, listening intently to the sounds outside.

With no time to think, Lu Yuan grabbed his clothes from the floor and quickly dressed.

Lu Yuan tossed Gu Ziye’s clothes onto the bed. "Yue’Er," he said, "get dressed and hide in the room. Don’t come out!"

Clutching the blanket to her body, Gu Ziye nodded and gazed at Lu Yuan affectionately. "Go, Yuan. I won’t wander off!"

Lu Yuan walked out and set up an Invisible Air Wall outside the door, forming a protective barrier.

When Lu Yuan reached the courtyard, he saw Fifth Brother Zhang had already assembled a team of Mansion Guards. They were simply waiting for Lu Yuan to give the order.

Lu Yuan gestured for them to stand down. "No rush," he said. "Let them fight it out for now. You all remain on high alert. Capture anyone who trespasses into the mansion with a weapon!"

"Yes, Boss!" the Mansion Guards replied, cupping their fists.

Lu Yuan’s Mansion Guards were all experts who had gone through a rigorous selection process. To them, this was a minor skirmish.

After relaying his orders in just a few words, Lu Yuan’s keen hearing detected that something had happened to Song Meiqin.

In a few quick strides, Lu Yuan flashed to Song Meiqin’s door and pushed it open. He conjured a ball of Flame and used it to light the Spirit Stone Lamp.

Leaning against the side of the bed, Song Meiqin was panting heavily...

The sight of the bloody water on the floor made Lu Yuan’s heart ache.

’Aunt Song had such a hard time getting pregnant, and she was only twelve days from giving birth. For this to happen now... when it comes down to it, this is my failure.’

Song Meiqin reached out a hand. Seeing that Lu Yuan was unharmed, she forced a smile through her pain and said, "Lu Yuan... as long as... you’re alright... that’s all that matters."

"You’re still worried about me at a time like this!" Lu Yuan exclaimed, deeply moved.

Song Meiqin’s love for Lu Yuan was no less than anyone else’s.

Overcome with shame, Lu Yuan went to Song Meiqin’s side. "Aunt Song," he said, "your water has broken. We need to deliver the baby, now!"

"Wh-what! It’s... time?" Song Meiqin gasped, her words coming out in ragged breaths.

Lu Yuan nodded. "Aunt Song, the midwife won’t be able to get here in time. I’ll have to deliver the baby."

Beads of sweat, large as beans, poured down Song Meiqin’s face from the pain, dripping into the bloody fluid on the floor.

Song Meiqin slowly raised a hand and, in her agony, gripped Lu Yuan’s arm with all her strength, shaking her head.

"What is it, Aunt Song? There’s no midwife here right now. You have to trust my medical skills!"

’I took her pulse before and predicted the due date would be in twelve days. If not for this accident, the date would have been exactly right.’

In a faint voice, Song Meiqin said, "No... you can’t. You can’t look... It’s... dirty!"

Song Meiqin wasn’t shy, nor did she doubt Lu Yuan’s medical skills. She was afraid that the gory sight of childbirth would psychologically scar him.