My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 1461 Guarantee
In the face of life and death, he leaped forward and shielded her with his body, his back scalded and smelling of burning flesh, yet he still refused to loosen his grip on her hand.

When she woke up, she had been lying in the Imperial Hospital for three days. The old imperial physician shook his head and sighed, "Fortunately, this person risked his life to protect her, otherwise the young lady would have been in grave danger." Zhou Xing, wrapped in gauze, smiled weakly by the bedside, "I promised to protect you." But he didn't know that in the instant he saved her, the life-saving jade pendant at his waist had shattered into several pieces.

The investigation revealed that the fire was arson, targeting the young women about to participate in the imperial concubine selection. The court was thrown into turmoil, and a thorough investigation into the intricate network of power within the harem began. Zhou Xing, as the lead investigator, worked tirelessly day and night gathering evidence, often going days and nights without sleep. Ling Xue silently organized his files, ground ink for him, and smoothed the furrows between his brows with her slender fingers.

On a stormy night, he brought back a prison uniform stained with blood from the Ministry of Justice. Rain dripped down his chin and onto the back of her hand, burning red marks: "I almost lost control during the interrogation today... thank goodness you reminded me to control my emotions yesterday." In the darkness, their hands clenched into fists, as if that would allow them to channel their strength into each other.

Unexpected events occurred frequently during the Autumn Hunt. While everyone was still marveling at the emperor's spectacular archery display, a stray arrow suddenly pierced the air, heading straight for the imperial carriage! In the nick of time, Zhou Xing spun around and shielded the emperor, the sharp blade slicing through his armor and penetrating deep into his shoulder. Amidst the chaos, he remained highly alert, scanning his surroundings until he was certain it was safe before allowing himself to fall.

During his recovery, he received an imperial decree promoting him to First-Class Imperial Guard, but also learned that the mastermind behind the crime was actually a high-ranking prince. Faced with overwhelming pressure from this powerful figure, he resolutely knelt down and pleaded for a thorough investigation: "I am willing to stake my head on this case, which must involve treason!" The emperor was moved by his unwavering loyalty and granted his request.

On the day the case was closed, the sky was a clear, bright blue. Zhou Xing, holding the imperial edict, came to the Bureau of Clothing to propose marriage. In front of everyone, he opened the gilded food box and took out the token of their love—not gold or silver jewelry, but a jade hairpin made from the broken piece of jade from years ago, re-set: "Though incomplete, it is more precious than true feelings." As Ling Xue nodded with tears in her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the arrow wound under his official robes, which had not yet healed, and felt a ripple of tenderness.

On their wedding day, when the winter plum blossoms were in full bloom, the bridal sedan chair circled the imperial city, receiving the congratulations of the people. On their wedding night, when he lifted the veil, he saw not only his beautifully dressed bride but also a neatly arranged sewing basket on the table: "From now on, leave these chores to me." She smiled and turned the embroidery hoop towards him: "Then please learn to thread a needle, my lord." In the flickering candlelight, their hands together completed a design of twin lotus blossoms.

Years later, when their children chase kites through the Imperial Garden, the old palace maids will still point to that gnarled old plum tree and tell the story of that year—it is said that true love cannot bloom within the palace walls, but look at that perfect couple, don't they live a life that is like a poem or a painting?

The plum rains of Jiangnan are always lingering and persistent, much like the deep sorrow that Ling Xue feels right now. Her mother's coffin is not yet completely cold; the vermilion cypress coffin sits quietly in the center of the main room, emitting a faint smell of tung oil. Ten days ago, her mother was embroidering New Year's clothes for her under the lamplight, but now they are separated by death. Her father sits in the main seat, his expression indifferent, like a stranger, as if the deceased is not his wife of many years, but merely an insignificant object.

Today was the day her stepmother was to enter the family. At the crack of dawn, servants were already busy sweeping the courtyard and decorating the wedding hall. Red silk stretched from the gate all the way to the main hall, and gold-lacquered trays held peanuts, red dates, longans, and lotus seeds, symbolizing the wish for many sons. Ling Xue huddled in a corner, watching the unfamiliar faces come and go, feeling only a deep sorrow. Dressed in plain white mourning clothes, she stood out starkly against the backdrop of festive red.

"Xue'er." Her father's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with impatience. "Come and greet your mother." Standing beside him was a woman with exquisite makeup, her eyes smiling yet distant. This was her father's second wife—Madam Lin. She wore a crimson brocade dress and a pearl and jade hairpin, exuding an air of wealth and nobility with every gesture.

Ling Xue lowered her head, refusing to step forward, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her dress. She knew that since her mother's death, her only support in this world was about to disappear completely. Sure enough, her father's face gradually darkened: "No manners! Hurry up and pay your respects to your mother!" The steward beside her chimed in, "Miss, don't be willful. You must listen to the master."

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the door. Immediately, someone announced, "The heir of the Marquis's mansion in the capital has arrived!" Everyone was startled and turned to look. A young man in brocade robes and a jade crown rode in, followed by several guards. He dismounted with swift and elegant movements, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on Ling Xue.

"Is this Miss Ling?" the young master asked, his voice clear and melodious. Seeing Ling Xue nod blankly, he turned to Ling's father: "I have been entrusted by an old friend to take Miss Ling to the capital to be raised." He then took out a letter and handed it over. Ling's father took it and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly straightened his clothes and bowed: "So it is the young master who has graced my humble abode! I have failed to greet you properly! My daughter is truly fortunate to have your favor."

It turned out that this young master was named Xiao Jingheng, the eldest son of the Marquis of Dingbei in the capital. His trip south was originally ordered to inspect river works, but he overheard a story about a former classmate entrusting his child to someone on his deathbed, so he came to pick him up. That old friend was none other than Ling Xue's deceased mother's elder brother—her maternal uncle. They had been separated due to family misfortunes and hadn't been in contact for many years; they never expected to meet again under these circumstances, their fates intertwined.

Xiao Jingheng sized up the thin girl before him. Though her face was haggard, her delicate beauty was undeniable, and he sighed inwardly in pity. Without lingering, he simply said, "In that case, I'll take her with me." He then nodded slightly to Ling's father as a greeting. Turning to Ling Xue, his tone softened considerably: "Come with me."

Ling Xue raised her head, her clear eyes filled with doubt and unease. But when she met the other person's determined gaze, she inexplicably felt a sense of trust. Perhaps it really was heaven's mercy, arranging a way out for her? Thinking of this, she nodded gently.

And so, on a drizzly day, Ling Xue left the small courtyard in Jiangnan where she had lived for many years. As the carriage slowly drove out of the city gate, she looked back through the window at the increasingly blurry figure, and tears finally streamed down her face. From then on, what awaited her was the completely unfamiliar scenery of the North and an unknown fate…

As they traveled north, the scenery changed constantly. Sometimes they passed through bustling towns with crowds of people; other times they passed through quiet mountain villages, where only the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard. At each post station where they changed horses, Xiao Jingheng would personally check whether the carriage was secure and well-maintained, and would also instruct his attendants to prepare some light food for Ling Xue. These small gestures gradually eased his initial wariness.

One night, while staying at an inn, moonlight filtered through the carved window lattices, casting dappled shadows on the floor. Ling Xue tossed and turned, unable to sleep, when suddenly she heard the faint sound of a zither drifting from outside the window. Following the sound, she discovered Xiao Jingheng playing the zither in the courtyard, expressing his feelings. The melody was melodious and plaintive, as if telling a story of endless sorrow. She quietly hid behind a pillar to listen, becoming completely engrossed. It wasn't until long after the piece ended that she realized her inappropriate behavior and quickly retreated to her room.

The next morning, before setting off, Xiao Jingheng specifically came to the carriage to inquire whether she had rested well the previous night. Seeing that she seemed unaffected and did not mention the previous night, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sense of loss. The two maintained a polite and restrained distance, neither of them taking the initiative to break the silence. The day they arrived in the capital was early winter, and heavy snow began to fall. The majestic city walls were covered in a layer of silver, appearing exceptionally solemn and dignified. People had been waiting for a long time in front of the Marquis's mansion, and they were all overjoyed to see their young master return. After the servants filed out to welcome the distinguished guest and settled him in, the old Marquis personally summoned Ling Xue.

The charcoal fire roared in the study, dispelling the chill. The old man looked kindly at the timid child before him: "You've suffered, child." These simple words brought tears to Ling Xue's eyes. From that moment on, she knew this would become her new home.

However, adapting to a new environment is not easy. The Marquis's mansion has strict rules and a clear hierarchy, with every action following a set pattern. In the first few days, Lingxue often made mistakes and was punished for not knowing etiquette. Fortunately, several kind maids patiently taught and guided her, and coupled with her intelligence and quick learning ability, she gradually became able to handle things with ease.

With the Spring Festival fast approaching, everyone in the household was busy preparing for the celebrations. As is customary, a family banquet was held at this time of year to invite relatives and friends to gather. Ling Xue, being an adopted daughter with a special status, naturally had to attend such an occasion. It was her first time participating in such a grand event, so she was inevitably nervous and apprehensive. Fortunately, Xiao Jingheng was there to quietly look after her and remind her of important points.

On the day of the banquet, she dressed meticulously: a light pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a white fox fur vest over it, her hair styled in double buns adorned with pearl tassel hairpins, making her look both lively and dignified. Upon entering the hall, she instantly became the center of attention—not because she was particularly stunning, but because the unique aura emanating from her eyes captivated everyone's gaze. The guests praised the Marquis for adopting such a fine daughter, predicting she would surely achieve great things in the future.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversation, someone suddenly suggested that the children perform to liven things up. Everyone applauded and cheered. First, several young gentlemen displayed their martial arts skills, winning rounds of applause; then the young ladies showcased their talents by playing musical instruments, painting, reciting poetry, and composing lyrics. When it was Ling Xue's turn, she hesitated for a moment before choosing to dance. As the musicians played their instruments, her graceful figure rose into the air… a "Dance of the Startled Swan" was performed with fluid, beautiful grace! The entire hall fell silent, save for the occasional gasp of amazement…

After the grand feast, Ling Xue fully integrated into this large family. She began to study and learn calligraphy, painting, music, chess, and other skills from the tutors in the mansion; occasionally, she would do needlework and chat about everyday matters with the women; and most of the time, she would accompany the old Marquis and listen to him tell stories of his past battles on the battlefield... Her days were fulfilling and happy.

However, this peaceful life was short-lived—urgent reports arrived from the frontier that barbarian tribes had invaded, committing atrocities of burning, killing, and looting! The court was shaken and immediately dispatched troops to the front lines to defend the country. As a descendant of a military family and the only son, Xiao Jingheng had no choice but to take up arms and go to war…

On the day of his departure, the entire capital was shrouded in a somber atmosphere. Ling Xue stood atop the city wall, watching that handsome figure recede into the distance until he disappeared from sight… She knew this parting might be the last! A flood of emotions overwhelmed her, and two streams of tears silently slid down her cheeks…

In the days that followed, she went to the temple every day to pray for an early end to the war and a safe return; at the same time, she practiced martial arts even more diligently, hoping that one day she could personally fight on the front lines to defend her homeland! Time flies, and several months have passed in the blink of an eye. Good news keeps coming from the front lines, and the news of victory is exciting! Finally, one day, news came that the troops had returned in triumph!

That day, the entire city spontaneously took to the streets to welcome the hero's triumphant return! When Ling Xue saw his familiar face appear in her sight, she was so excited she almost choked! She waved her handkerchief frantically, shouting his name until her voice was hoarse... At that moment, all her longing, worry, and fear vanished, leaving only pure joy...

After the war, Xiao Jingheng was awarded the title of General Who Guards the Nation for his meritorious service, a truly glorious honor! However, he did not become arrogant or complacent; instead, he became even more humble and cautious, maintaining his usual way of treating others. His feelings for Ling Xue also subtly changed—no longer just those of a brother and sister, but carrying a hint of romantic love…

On a warm spring day, he confessed his feelings to Ling Xue in the garden: "Xue'er, I'm so grateful for your companionship all these years, which has kept me from being lonely... If you're willing, I promise you a lifetime of love and devotion, never to be apart!" Faced with this sudden confession, Ling Xue blushed, lowered her head, and softly agreed...

Soon after, the two held a grand wedding and became husband and wife, embarking on their own happy chapter... After marriage, they respected each other and lived in harmony, spending many wonderful times together... Later, they had a son and a daughter who inherited the best qualities of both parents, and were intelligent, clever, and lovable...

Years later, Ling Xue still felt deeply moved when she recalled that arduous and tortuous experience... If it weren't for the person who decided to take her away from Jiangnan, her life might have been completely different... Fortunately, everything was just right, making this a beautiful story that will be passed down through the ages...

Winter in Jiangnan is always shrouded in mist and rain, like an unfinished ink painting. Two white lanterns sway in the wind before the Ling residence, making soft, fragmented sounds, as if telling a tale of endless sorrow. Ten days ago, Madam Ling passed away suddenly from illness, leaving behind her seven-year-old daughter, Ling Xue, and a heartbroken husband. Yet, in just a few short days, the house is already decorated with lanterns and streamers, preparing to welcome a new mistress.

Ling Xue curled up in the side room where her mother had lived, clutching the embroidered handkerchief her mother had left behind and sobbing silently. The handkerchief still carried a faint scent of orchids mixed with the smell of medicine, becoming her last solace. Outside the door came a cacophony of voices and festive music, a stark contrast to the deathly silence inside. She knew that her father was welcoming his second wife—Mrs. Lin.

"Miss, it's time to change your clothes," her personal maid, Chun Tao, gently advised, her eyes filled with concern. But Ling Xue only shook her head, clutching the handkerchief tightly in her hand. Until the door was roughly pushed open, and her stepmother, Lin Shi, walked in with a hint of arrogance.

"Oh, so this must be the Ling family's daughter?"