The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension-Chapter 989 - 965: Grand Finale

"General Huyan, I have always heard that General Huyan, armed with the Red Flame Spear, is the bravest among the troops. I wonder if you could let a young woman like me witness your Red Flame Spear!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled serenely, as if she were speaking lightly and casually.

Only she knew how her heart was pounding like a rabbit thumping around inside her chest.

"Miss Jiang, what's so difficult about that?"

Huyan Qing was floating on air.

Ever since he found out the person before him was Miss Jiang, he was already floating.

The Jiang Family Army consists of 150,000 soldiers, and when you add his 150,000 soldiers, that makes 300,000.

It's more than enough to face the imperial court.

The world seemed within reach in an instant, a world at his fingertips.

What could Miss Jiang, merely a woman, do about it? The world was surely his.

If he were to take Miss Jiang home at that time, even promising her a position as Empress,

then the Jiang Family Army would be in his pocket, truly a win-win situation.

This good fortune was enough to make him feel light-headed, as if the world was already in his hands.

Not to mention if Miss Jiang only wanted to see his Red Flame Spear, even if she asked for his Red Flame Army, he would give it without hesitation.

What kind of waves could a woman cause? Indulge her a little now, give her some sweetness, and he would gain much more later.

"Men, bring me the spear!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered; it was finally happening.

She watched as the tent flap lifted, and eight young soldiers carried a spear inside. The moment the spear entered the tent,

a formidable aura surged directly toward Jiang Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Xiaoxiao could feel Number Nine in her mind, eager to try it out.

The ring on her finger suddenly seemed like a red-hot branding iron, burning her finger almost unbearably.

"You vile woman, why are you chasing me again? Why do you insist on pursuing me into the heavens and the earth?"

With a loud shout, the black, shiny Red Flame Spear before her suddenly turned into a streak of black light and fled swiftly.

"Number Ten, if you don't come back with me today, you won't escape this world."

Jiang Xiaoxiao instinctively felt a warmth in her heart, and she flew out.

The moment she rushed out of the tent,

she saw two lights colliding—a white cold light and a red flame-like light.

Then she saw with the naked eye how the cold white light and the red light rapidly merged. At first, the red struggled desperately, as if it would soon break free.

Then it was wrapped, merged, and finally gradually dissolved.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt her body lighten.

Her whole being was flung out.

Huyan Qing's angry roar reached her ears.

"Jiang Xuemei, how dare you deceive me!"

And then...

Jiang Xiaoxiao opened her eyes, only to find herself in the hospital lab.

This was her private lab.

"Number Nine!"

She was a bit uncertain about Number Nine's state.

Because Number Nine always said it would disappear. After spending so much time together, Jiang Xiaoxiao ultimately couldn't bear to lose Number Nine.

With a clatter, a piece of blue meteorite fell from the sky.

It appeared right in front of Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Number Nine, Number Ten?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao carefully picked up the meteorite, but no one answered her.

There was no response.

Jiang Xiaoxiao could only grit her teeth and tuck the meteorite into her space, unsure if this meant Number Nine had successfully subdued Number Ten or something else!

She hurriedly drove to the hospital.

The best verification was to see how Song Moting was doing now.

Jiang Xiaoxiao appeared in the hospital corridor, seeing doctors and nurses bustling in and out.

"Doctor, what happened? I'm a family member of the patient in bed sixteen!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao hurriedly grabbed a doctor.

"Doctor Jiang, Song Moting is awake!"

Jiang Xiaoxiao dashed inside, disregarding the doctors and nurses checking on Song Moting, and fell before him.

Carefully crouching by the bedside, "Moting? Old Song?"

Song Moting, sitting by the headboard, froze entirely.

He raised his head to look at Jiang Xiaoxiao. His features, due to long periods of lying down, had become thin and pronounced. Because of his thinness, his cheekbones protruded, but his eyes were the same—gentle, soft, deep, and affectionate.

His eyes, bright with emotion, landed on Jiang Xiaoxiao.

"Xiao Xiao, I'm back! Xiao Xiao..."

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't make a sound.

She suddenly lunged forward, clasping Song Moting's face tightly with her hands, gazing into his cold, dark eyes.

Her heart beat so fast it made her breathless.

"Welcome home!"

Song Moting's sudden awakening, though it made her dizzy with joy, also added to her mental burden.

She had had enough of it all.

Jiang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, and everything went black.

She heard a chaotic chorus of cries, yet she sank into a deep dream.

......

When she awoke again, Jiang Xiaoxiao saw a crowd around her.

Three daughters looked at her anxiously, and in the first moment she awoke, Song Ziyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She had already mentally checked and found that Jiang Xiaoxiao was fine—it's just that people's nerves were too tightly wound, and once relaxed, they could fall ill as if struck by a mountain.

"Mom, you're awake? How are you feeling now?"

Her three daughters were all very tense. Their father had been in a coma for years, and now their mother had fainted—they were truly afraid she would collapse again.

This house, which seemed not like a home, was really difficult for them to accept.

"Mom's fine, I'm great."

It felt like she hadn't seen them in ages.

Jiang Xiaoxiao felt guilty.

She owed her children love.

"Alright, now that Mom's awake, you can go eat properly and finish your homework! I need to get checked up soon!"

Song Moting came in softly to send the children out.

She gazed at him, all the love in the world glowing brightly in her eyes.

"Xiao Xiao, you should hate me,"

he said sadly.

"All the burdens have fallen on you alone—I never imagined it would turn out this way."

"No, don't say that, you got hurt. You just wanted to protect the kids. No one can predict outcomes, and I understand."

Jiang Xiaoxiao embraced her husband, leaning into his chest; she seemed to return to her wedding day.

Song Moting looked down at Jiang Xiaoxiao, gazing at her with a tenderness that broke her heart.

He gently touched Jiang Xiaoxiao's cheek with his fingertips,

in a cautious way, as if afraid to break her.

"In this world, you exceed what I deserve. I never knew if I would have a second chance to have you here again."

No, not a second chance—a second miracle.

He had been living like a walking corpse in that world until this love poured life back into him.

In the past, he always carried the pain of losing love, but now he could live again with meaning.

He could smile again and calmly watch the seasons pass by.

He could watch his children grow up, enjoy his wife's laughter, her innocence and enthusiasm, and wholeheartedly cherish every miracle in his life.

He leaned down to kiss Jiang Xiaoxiao solemnly, full of love and passion.

He wanted her to know how much he loved her.

She was his miracle, the miracle that brought him back under the sun.