The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 271: Xuan Jian: Mysterious Ger

Chapter 271: Xuan Jian: Mysterious Ger

Xuan Jian’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he stood by the bedside, gazing down at Xu Feng’s still form. The ger was carried back to their chambers, where he lay nestled beneath the silken sheets, scarcely stirring as he succumbed to slumber’s gentle embrace. The rays of sunlight from outside cast a soft, warm glow upon his skin, accentuating his stunning beauty.

Xuan Jian couldn’t help but worry. Was it wise to venture up Nanshan Mountain with Xu Feng in such a fatigued state? Over the past few days, the ger had been plagued by bouts of illness, a persistent ailment that refused to release its grip.

The day prior, Xu Feng (Xu Zeng) had distanced himself from both Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, opting instead to spend his time with Xu Hu Zhe. He had been uncharacteristically reserved and distant, as if he were a different person entirely.

Yet, the rationale behind Xuan Yang’s proposal couldn’t be dismissed. "He should be acting up in order to avoid seeing Doctor Ping," Xuan Jian mused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He knew Xu Feng’s aversion to the doctor’s visits all too well. Still, despite the rationalization, a sense of unease continued to gnaw at his heart.

The palpable downcast of his aura was unmistakable, a reflection of the concern that weighed heavily upon him. There was a genuine worry for Xu Feng’s well being, for the possibility of a lingering illness that seemed to cling to the ger with tenacity.

From the moment they had first crossed paths, Xu Feng had been a fragile figure, his once starved frame slowly regaining its strength after enduring the poison that had tainted his existence.

Lady Xuan had been unyielding in her belief that Xu Feng, despite the ordeal he had endured, would one day be capable of giving birth. Even Doctor Ping had offered assurances regarding the ger’s health, yet the reality was far from promising.

Sickness continued to plague him, manifesting in various forms—vomiting, excessive sleep, erratic appetite—creating a disconcerting cycle that defied explanation.

"Haaah," Xuan Jian let out a resigned sigh as he carefully tucked a wayward strand of silver hair behind Xu Feng’s ear. The ger appeared so vulnerable in slumber, his long lashes casting delicate shadows upon his full cheeks. His lips, soft and inviting, bore a captivating softness, and the red mole at the center of his forehead seemed to be set on bewitching any men willing.

As he stood there, watching over Xu Feng, Xuan Jian couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection mingled with concern. The decision to journey up Nanshan Mountain was filled with uncertainty, but in the end, it was a choice they would make together, as they would always do in the future.

Xuan Jian couldn’t help but believe that it was all for the best. As he gazed down at the slumbering form of Xu Feng, he knew that the path they were treading was filled with peril, especially for someone like Xu Feng.

Going up the mountains was the least of their troubles.

In Dongzhou, Xu Feng giving birth as a ger was nothing short of a death sentence for their child if they couldn’t protect it, a cruel twist of fate that he wouldn’t wish on something that came from their love.

His love for Xu Feng transcended the boundaries of life and death, and the love for the child he would conceive would be earth shaking.

From the very moment their eyes had met, an unexplainable connection had formed between them, drawing them inexorably closer. It was a sensation that was both strange and surprising, defying the conventional wisdom of paired beasts having only one soul mate.

Xuan Jian had already made a solemn commitment to accompany Xuan Yang throughout his life, supporting him in every way possible. If there was a chance for them to escape this cursed continent together, he would seize it with both hands.

In fact, he was actively searching for it.

But even if that chance never materialized, he was prepared to stand by Xuan Yang’s side until the end.

With Xu Feng, it was different, yet the level of commitment was equally deep and unyielding.

Xuan Jian couldn’t deny that he felt as though another part of his soul had been discovered, an unexpected connection that defied explanation. He didn’t have all the answers, nor did he feel the need to untangle the complex web of emotions that bound them together. All he knew was that he was willing to be with both of them for as long as he could, come what may.

Xu Feng’s unique attributes and abilities had always been a source of intrigue and mystery to Xuan Jian. As a ger with a wood based spiritual root, an unmistakable fox bloodline, and an energy that defied easy categorization, Xu Feng was unlike any other being in Dongzhou.

At first, Xuan Jian had assumed that Xu Feng’s energy level was too low to gauge, much like the other mixed blood beasts on the continent. However, recent events had forced him to reconsider that assumption.

Xu Feng was considered a cultivator, not just an inheritor of demon beast blood—a cultivation level he couldn’t gauge no matter what he did.

The fertility of the Nanshan estate plants, the deep fear exhibited by the servants of the main Xuan household when they crossed Xu Feng, the irresistible draw that Xu Feng’s beast had on him—all of these factors pointed to something extraordinary.

The undeniable display of Xu Feng’s abilities in the carriage during their visit to Yilin Town only added to the mystery.

Moreover, Xu Feng’s physical appearance itself was an undeniable proof of his unique heritage.

While the fox demon beast that had been exiled to Dongzhou belonged to the white fox clan with an arctic bloodline, the presence of a silver fox clan in Zhoujin was literally nonexistent. It was clear that Xu Feng’s lineage was far more complex and significant than anyone could have anticipated.

As Xuan Jian stood vigil by Xu Feng’s side, he couldn’t help but marvel at the silver haired ger below filled with mysteries while tugging at his heart.