Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Handsome Men Keep Chasing After Me

Chapter 57

The woman frowned, thought for a moment, and then scratched her head.

"Sorry, sis, I don't have that."

"Who said no?"

A male voice came from inside the house, and then the man who had just gone in came out, holding paper and pen in his hand. He walked up to Nalan Jingwen and smiled slightly.

"Here you are, guest."

Upon seeing this, the woman slapped her forehead, "Look at my memory, I completely forgot you were pregnant."

Nalan Jingwen took the paper, thanked him, and began to draw on it at the small table beside him.

The man stood aside watching her paint, somewhat curious. Nalan Jingwen didn't try to hide anything and let him see it openly.

The more she painted, the more astonished the man beside her became, his eyes lighting up. This also piqued the curiosity of the blacksmith woman nearby, who put down her work and joined in to watch.

The more I watched, the more engrossed and excited I became, but sometimes I also had some doubts.

Time passed slowly, and the moon had long since hung high in the sky.

Nalan Jingwen finally finished the painting, picked it up, blew on it, and then handed it to her.

The woman quickly wiped her hands on her clothes, took the drawing paper carefully, as if afraid of tearing it.

"I want this weapon I drew to be possible to be made?"

The woman seemed hesitant to speak.

"It should be possible, but this weapon looks so small and delicate, will it be easy to use?"

Nalan Jingwen smiled slightly and said, "The finer and smaller the better. This silver thread must be made from the toughest silk thread in the world, so that even the sharpest knife cannot cut it."

"The strongest thread..."

The woman murmured to herself, her eyes suddenly lighting up. She hurriedly ran into the house and soon returned with an old, simple box.

"I acquired this from an old man when I was at the border of Sushui years ago. It's called Phoenix Feather Silk. It's said to be the toughest silk thread in the world, unbreakable by fire or knife. For so many years, I never thought of using it to make any weapons, so I put it aside. You've just happened to be able to use it."

Nalan Jingwen took it, examined it carefully, and tried it out in his hand. He was very satisfied.

"Okay, let's use it."

"okay."

"Approximately how long will it take to complete?"

"If it's fast, it will take about half a month. If you're not in a hurry, it will take about twenty days."

Nalan Jingwen calculated the days and nodded in agreement.

"No rush, take your time. I'll come back to collect it in twenty days."

She took out a stack of silver notes. "This is the deposit."

The woman was somewhat frightened and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Oh dear, this is too much. You could buy my whole shop with this."

"Not many. Add my short blade and a longsword."

Since we're here, we might as well bring one for Jingchi, since he doesn't happen to be carrying a sword.

The woman was still hesitating, but the man who had been silent all along took the silver note.

"You can come and collect it on time in twenty days."

The woman tried to say something, but he interrupted her.

"Do you feel your craftsmanship isn't worth the price?"

"no……"

"Isn't that good? Since we've taken so much money from the girl, we should use the best materials and be even more careful. We can't afford to have any problems."

Nalan Jing nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this, as that was exactly what she meant.

The woman then nodded in agreement and picked out two of the best short blades and long swords in the shop for her. Nalan Jingwen then left with her bags full.

Back at the inn, Hongyun immediately stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, would you like to prepare a bath now?"

Nalan Jingwen nodded, placed the longsword on the table, and told him to give it to Jingchi when he saw him tomorrow. The short blade was hidden in his sleeve, and it was the perfect size.

Just as I finished showering and was about to rest, there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

The visitor was Jingchi.

Upon seeing it was him, Nalan Jing said, "You've come at the right time. Here, take this."

He handed him the longsword on the table. The moment Jingchi saw the sword, a look of astonishment appeared on his usually indifferent face.

He took the sword and looked up at Nalan Jingwen.

"Is this... for me?"

Nalan Jingwen didn't look at him, but responded and carefully put away the two rings she had just bought.

"As my personal bodyguard, how can you be without a sword? Do you intend to fight the enemy with your dagger or bare hands?"

Jingchi pursed his lips, gently stroking the longsword, his eyes filled with emotion. Then he gripped the sword tightly, and a clang rang out—the sound of the sword being drawn from its sheath.

The sword gleamed with a silvery-white light, reflecting Mirror Pool's handsome and unrestrained face. The extremely sharp sword tip gleamed with a cold light, and a bewitching red lotus was engraved on the hilt.

Jingchi was startled and carefully stroked the sword, completely disregarding whether he would be cut by its sharp edge.

Nalan Jingwen was very satisfied with his reaction. Jingchi was a person who liked cold weapons. To obtain a good and precious weapon was the dream of every martial artist. Weapons were as important as life itself.

She was right.

thump.

Nalan Jingwen raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at the kneeling man.

Jingchi looked at her, bowed solemnly, and gave her a firm look.

"Your Highness, thank you for your reward."

"Get up."

Using a small item to subdue a highly skilled guard, this deal is bound to be profitable.

"Go down, I need to rest."

Just as she was about to take off her coat, a pair of large hands took it from her and helped her take it off.

Nalan Jingwen turned around and met those bright blue eyes.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Jingchi held her coat, his head slightly bowed. She seemed to have just finished bathing, as she had a pleasant fragrance. Her usually meticulous hair was now slightly disheveled, with some strands hanging down at her temples.

Unlike his sharp demeanor during the day, he seemed more approachable.

“You said that I should serve you at your bedside.”

Nalan Jing was taken aback and gave him a strange look. So he was here to serve her while she slept?

But she didn't have that need right now, and she had to travel tomorrow, so she didn't have the energy to think about those things. She waved her hand, about to say no, when there was another knock on the door.

The person knocking seemed to be in a hurry, and pushed the door open and came in without waiting for it to be opened.

The moment Nalan Jingwen saw Pei Yunche, he felt a headache coming on.

Pei Yunche, still clutching a pillow, shouted as he entered, "Nalan Jingwen, I want to sleep with you! There are mice in my room..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Nalan Jingwen, his clothes half-undone, standing beside her, with Jingchi clearly holding her coat in his hands.

His eyes widened, and he immediately rushed forward, separating the two and watching the mirror pool warily.

"Hey! You expressionless guy, what are you doing here?!"

Jingchi merely glanced at him indifferently before turning his gaze back to Nalan Jingwen.

Seeing that he was being blatantly ignored, Pei Yunche was furious. He threw the pillow in his hand at him and glared at him, saying, "I'm talking to you!!"