Qiao'er was stunned.
Although she came from a humble background, she was still a Lu Family Matriarch, and had seen many types of tea.
However, she had never seen such a magical tea as this cup of floral tea.
She could only say it was of High Grade.
But it wasn't just Qiao'er who was surprised; Lu Yun, still in her womb, was also greatly astonished.
Because when that cup of floral tea entered her stomach, a thick, warm current flowed towards him.
Opening the System, he saw the points steadily increasing, as if there was no end to it.
“This, this, this!!!” Lu Yun was utterly shocked.
“Is this tea? This is much better than a fetal protection medicine!” he shouted in his heart.
Outside, Qiao'er was still savoring the tea's aroma when she heard the Matriarch speak.
“Qiao'er, you've been pregnant for twenty-eight months now, haven't you?”
“Yes~” Qiao'er replied.
“It's not easy~” The Matriarch sighed slightly, as if recalling her own past years.
“However, though it's not easy, this is also the only way to nourish and promote Bloodline advancement.”
“Only within the mother's body does the fetus have such an opportunity.”
Inside the womb, Lu Yun listened to the words from outside and was startled.
“It seems I should stay for another hundred or eighty years, striving to achieve a Heaven Rank Bloodline before being born,” he thought.
Because he wasn't sure if his System would still maintain the ability to advance his Bloodline after he was born.
However, he also knew that such a thing was unrealistic and could only be dreamt of.
Outside, the Matriarch casually informed Qiao'er about many pregnancy precautions.
Compared to the last time, the Matriarch was much more considerate this time.
“Go back and rest well, strive to give birth to a Yellow Rank Upper Grade Bloodline,” the Matriarch said with a smile.
“Yes~” Qiao'er responded, then left the small pavilion.
“Steward Li, raise Qiao'er's treatment by another level,” the Matriarch said softly.
“Yes, Matriarch~” Steward Li replied, then led Qiao'er away.
...
Qiao'er returned to the small courtyard, and Ling'er and the other two eagerly rushed to greet her.
“Madam, are we moving?” Xiao Ping asked.
“No, I refused,” Qiao'er shook her head.
Logically, she should have moved to a larger courtyard, but Qiao'er felt this courtyard was very quiet, so she stayed.
And she didn't ask for any extra servants.
Having Ling'er and the other two was enough.
Inside the womb, Lu Yun absorbed the effects of the floral tea, and his points stabilized.
Name: Lu Yun
Realm: None
Bloodline: Orange Flame (Yellow Rank Medium Grade)
Talent: None
Martial Arts: None
Points: 10
“Ten points! That one cup of floral tea actually provided ten points!” Lu Yun was greatly shocked.
He fantasized in his heart, wishing he could drink this kind of floral tea every day.
Then, a Heaven Rank Bloodline might truly be possible.
“I'm thinking too far ahead, let's see how many points are needed for Yellow Rank High Grade,” he sighed in his heart.
Then, he invested the ten points into the Bloodline section.
The next moment, a progress bar appeared again.
“Two thousandths!”
“In other words, advancing to a Yellow Rank Upper Grade Bloodline requires five thousand points!” Lu Yun thought to himself.
He didn't think it was a lot; instead, he thought it was little.
Originally, he had thought it would take ten thousand points to advance to Yellow Rank High Grade, but now it was half that, greatly shortening the time.
“Using fetal protection medicine to replenish two points every day, I would need more than eighty months, which is almost seven years.”
“Ten years of pregnancy, close to the Lu Family Matriarch's gestation period.”
“The Matriarch's son, who is Lu Shan, the eldest young master of the Lu family, was a Yellow Rank High Grade at birth…” Lu Yun pondered the news he had heard, calculating in his mind.
...
The next day, early morning.
The fetal protection medicine was delivered to the courtyard as usual.
Qiao'er picked up the jade bowl and drank it in one gulp.
Soon, the medicine took effect.
Lu Yun felt the warm current flowing, but his heart felt a bit disdainful.
“Alas, this feeling is much weaker than that cup of floral tea.”
It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Having experienced the floral tea, Lu Yun now looked down on this fetal protection medicine.
But what he didn't expect was that this time, the fetal protection medicine was different.
Name: Lu Yun
Realm: None
Bloodline: Orange Flame (Yellow Rank Medium Grade)
Talent: None
Martial Arts: None
Points: 3
“Hmm? Three points?” Lu Yun was surprised.
“This fetal protection medicine actually has an upgraded version? What a pleasant surprise!”
Although it still couldn't compare to the efficacy of the floral tea, it was still quite a bit more than before.
“Three points a day, I'll need over fifty months, which is four and a half years, to advance to Yellow Rank High Grade!” Lu Yun looked forward to it.
With this calculation, he could surpass Lu Shan's achievement in less than ten years.
“May that day come quickly!”
...
Time flew by, and it was New Year's Eve again.
This year, Qiao'er lived peacefully, and Lu Yun secretly accumulated strength, with no unexpected incidents.
The only difference was that this year, Qiao'er didn't let Ling'er send any more gold, silver, or valuables home.
“Madam! Madam!” Ling'er ran into the inner room in a hurry.
“What's wrong? Why are you so flustered?” Qiao'er asked, puzzled.
“Madam! The Master is here!” Ling'er said quickly, without even catching her breath.
“Master?” Qiao'er thought of that man, and was momentarily dazed.
Before she could ponder, sounds of kneeling and kowtowing already came from outside.
“Master~” Xiao Ping and Xiao An said.
There was no response, and a figure stepped into the room.
“Master!” Ling'er quickly bowed.
Qiao'er looked over and saw a tall, slender man, appearing to be in his twenties or thirties.
His face was similar to the one in her memory.
The reason it wasn't exactly the same was because on that night, he had been full of brutality, whereas now he was calm and unruffled.
“Leave~” Lu Tingyu, the Lu Family Patriarch, said softly.
“Yes!” Ling'er, as if granted a special pardon, quickly retreated.
As she left the room, she didn't forget to close the door.
Then came the crisp sound of footsteps receding.
The room quickly fell silent.
Qiao'er looked at Lu Tingyu in front of her, complex emotions stirring in her heart.
She lowered her head, appearing somewhat shy, not letting Lu Tingyu see anything amiss.
“Sit down~” Lu Tingyu looked at Qiao'er for a moment, then said.
“Yes, Master.” Qiao'er obediently sat down.
“You don't want to see me?” Lu Tingyu suddenly asked.
“Master, I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare anything in advance. I hope Master won't punish me,” Qiao'er said.
“No need to be nervous.” Lu Tingyu shook his head slightly.
“I squeezed out some time to come and see you. Is anything troubling you recently?”
“Replying to Master, everything is well,” Qiao'er said.
Lu Tingyu looked at Qiao'er, and without waiting for her next sentence, he said, “That's good.”
“Rest well and take good care of our unborn child. If you need anything, just send someone to ask me. If I have time, I will definitely come to see you again.”
Hearing this, Qiao'er nodded in assent.
Lu Tingyu didn't say anything more and turned to leave.
Qiao'er watched his retreating back, her fists slowly clenching in her sleeves.
Her fingertips turned white from the effort.
Anyone else being given such instructions by the Lu Family Master would feel very happy.
But she only felt complex emotions, difficult to express.