Chapter 95: Chapter Ninety-Five: Clear the way Snake!!
Xiao Chen tried to let out a weak, innocent little mew to play dumb, but under Lin Wan’s unyielding, piercing glare, the little cub quickly closed his mouth, looking down at his paws in absolute guilt.
The silence in the room became incredibly thick as the three brothers realized they could no longer hide their intelligence from the person they loved most in the world.
Lin Wan’s heart softened at their miserable, drooping expressions, her grip loosening as she gently stroked the soft fur behind their ears, her voice turning incredibly tender.
"You don’t ever have to hide your brilliance from me, and you certainly don’t have to hurt your own health just to stay silent. This is our home, and it is completely safe from the outside world and other bad people. So, Please, my sweet babies... let me hear your true voices."
Xiao Jue, being the oldest and the leader of the triplets, looked up at Lin Wan, his large blue eyes swimming with a mixture of heavy tears and profound, childlike hesitation.
He opened his tiny, fanged mouth, his small chest heaving as he finally released the tight spiritual suppression on his core, breaking the long silence with a soft, stuttering, and incredibly sweet baby voice. "M-Mother... please don’t be angry with us... we... we didn’t want to frighten you."
Lin Wan’s breath completely caught in her throat, her heart melting into absolute puddles at the sound of her son’s actual voice, which sounded like a perfect, delicate little bell.
"Frighten me? Why on earth would you think your voice would ever frighten your own mother, Xiao Jue?"
Xiao Rui quickly chimed in, his small voice sounding slightly more energetic but equally childish as he snuggled closer to her arm, his silver tail twitching nervously.
"Because... because we saw a glimpse of Mother’s memories when we were inside your soul before birth... we saw the babies in that place. Those human babies are so tiny, they don’t have fur, they don’t have tails, and they can’t speak a single word when they are born... they only cry and sleep."
Xiao Chen nodded his chubby head vigorously, his soft voice full of earnest, childlike worry as he buried his face in her palm.
"Yes! We saw that babies are very quiet and weak... so we thought... we thought if we started speaking right away like beast cubs do, Mother would think we are terrifying monsters. We didn’t want Mother to look at us with fear, or to be sad and lonely like the day Father left us... so we agreed to stay quiet forever."
Lin Wan felt a massive, suffocating wave of pure, overwhelming emotion crash over her, her eyes instantly filling with hot tears as she pulled all three chubby cubs tightly against her chest, burying her face in their soft, white fur.
Her heart ached so deeply, not out of sadness, but out of the sheer, unfathomable depth of love her children possessed for her, choosing to endure physical discomfort just to keep her comfortable.
"You silly, beautiful, perfect little fools... how could I ever be frightened of you? You are my sons, my absolute treasures, and your voices are the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my entire life."
. . .
The next morning inside The space, the bright, artificial sunlight filtered beautifully through the tall windows of the grand mansion, casting long, warm golden beams across the polished wooden floors.
For the first time since their birth, the quiet halls of the house were not filled with simple animal yips, but with the chaotic, incredibly lively sounds of three distinct baby voices babbling completely non-stop.
Now that the secret was out and the suppression on their cores was completely lifted, the triplets were making up for lost time, their high-pitched voices echoing through the rooms.
"Mother! Look at me! I am the fastest baby in the whole wide world!" Xiao Rui shouted happily, his chubby white body tumbling down the grand staircase as he rolled like a furry snowball, completely unbothered by the bumps.
He landed right at the bottom of the stairs, shaking his fluffy ears and bouncing onto his tiny paws with a massive, triumphant grin.
"I beat Xiao Chen by three entire steps! Mother, did you see how fast I was? I’m definitely going to be a much greater warrior than Daddy Zhan!"
Lin Wan walked out of the master bedroom, a relaxed, genuinely happy smile gracing her usually cold face as she watched her chaotic sons sprint down the hallway.
"I saw you, Xiao Rui, but stop rolling down the steps before you accidentally dent the wooden baseboards. Where are your brothers? If they are still hiding under the bed covers, tell them it’s time for breakfast."
"I am not hiding, Mother! Xiao Rui cheated because he started running before I finished stretchingl!" Xiao Chen grumbled loudly, his chubby, snow-white body waddling out of the bedroom doorway with a heavy, dramatic pout on his face.
His blue eyes blinked cutely up at Lin Wan as he hurried over, his tiny paws scrambling up her leather boots until she safely scooped him up into her arms.
"Mother, tell him he’s a bad brother! He pushed me into the pillow on purpose! My fur is completely messy now because of him."
Xiao Jue came walking out last, his posture carrying a strange, hilariously serious sense of calm dignity that looked incredibly absurd on a chubby, round leopard cub.
"You are both being entirely too loud so early in the morning, and you are going to give Mother a massive headache before we even get to eat. Mother, Daddy Mo said he is making something special in the kitchen today, and he told me to tell you that the brute is explicitly banned from touching the stove."
Lin Wan couldn’t help but chuckle softly, bouncing the chubby Xiao Chen in her arms while Xiao Jue and Xiao Rui trotted closely by her boots as they headed downstairs toward the kitchen.
The moment they stepped into the grand corridor of the first floor, a rich, incredibly mouth-watering aroma of roasted spiritual grains, sweet honeyed milk, and perfectly seasoned meats drifted through the air.
The domestic scent completely filled the mansion, instantly causing the three hungry cubs to let out a synchronized chorus of loud, eager stomach rumbles.
They pushed open the heavy kitchen doors, and the scene inside was an absolute masterpiece of high domestic comedy that made Lin Wan instantly halt in her tracks.
Qin Mo, the cold, aloof, and terrifying supreme king of the Teng Snake Clan, was currently floating a few inches off the stone floor, his majestic silver robes elegantly gathered up.
Tied tightly around his slender waist was a ridiculously bright, frilly pink apron, and he was currently waving a wooden spoon through the air with absolute, regal precision as he controlled three floating stone pots.
"Wanwan, you are finally awake," Qin Mo murmured smoothly, his cold silver eyes instantly melting into a soft, intensely doting gaze the moment he looked at her, completely unbothered by his ridiculous outfit.
"Take a seat at the table. I have prepared a luxurious breakfast infused with mild spiritual herbs to ensure your energy remains perfectly stable today. I am also mashing some sweet spiritual sweet potatoes with honey for the princes, so they can grow strong without straining their little cores."
"Hey! Clear the way, snake! Your oversized silk tail is blocking the entire pantry entrance!" Long Zhan’s thunderous voice boomed from the far corner of the kitchen, instantly shattering the peaceful atmosphere.
The massive, heavily muscled Dragon King was currently sitting on a tiny wooden stool that looked like it was about to snap in half under his immense weight.
His giant hands were completely covered in white flour, and he was currently glaring down at a large wooden bowl with an expression of pure, unadulterated fury, as if the dough inside had personally insulted his ancestors.
Qin Mo didn’t even turn around, merely flicking his long silver sleeve to send a small gust of wind that neatly shut the pantry door right in Long Zhan’s face.
"A brainless brute has no right to speak in a kitchen. I have explicitly told you three times now, lizard, that you are banned from touching the stove or the hearth. Your clumsy, explosive dragon aura has already ruined two perfectly good iron pans, and you nearly turned the spiritual honey into charcoal yesterday."
Long Zhan bared his sharp fangs, aggressively slamming his massive fist down into the dough, causing a small cloud of white flour to burst into the air and coat his long, dark hair.
"I was just trying to heat the pan faster, you slippery worm! How was I supposed to know your fragile capital pots couldn’t handle a tiny spark of real dragon fire? Besides, kneading this damn dough is harder than fighting a level-nine demonic beast from the northern ridges! Look at this, Wanwan, I accidentally cracked another wooden rolling pin!"
Lin Wan rubbed her temples in pure, exhausted amusement, walking over to the large wooden table and setting the chubby Xiao Chen down next to his laughing brothers.
"Long Zhan, if you break one more piece of kitchen equipment, again, you are going to spend the rest of the week outside in the palace courtyard carving me new furniture by hand. Qin Mo, stop using your spiritual wind to tease him, you’re getting white flour all over my clean stone floors."
