Pregnant Cultivator, Doted by Big Boss

Celeste Grant nodded.

"Not bad, not bad at all. With skills like these... you could really make it! You’d be the top two therapists at any spa."

"As long as you’re satisfied, Milady. But... what is a spa?"

Celeste Grant smiled faintly.

"Children shouldn’t ask so many questions."

"Yes, Milady."

’What’s a little dignity? It’s nothing compared to our lives and finding our master.’ This was the conclusion the two wintergourds reached after a sound thrashing.

’Sticking around is actually pretty good. We don’t have human bodies anymore, and we have nowhere else to go. This woman is incredibly powerful; latching onto her is a good thing. If we can just suck up to her, she might help us find our master. Maybe we’ll find him sooner this way. We’re so smart!’

The two wintergourds floating beside her were still promoting themselves.

"Milady, we have many skills. If you have any orders for us in the future, we would go through hell and high water for you."

"That’s right! We’re presentable in the parlor and proficient in the kitchen. We’re also experts at farming and watering flowers. Oh, and a while back, I even learned how to cut fabric and make clothes."

’They learned to cut fabric and make clothes?’

Hearing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but feel her lips twitch.

’Well, I’ll be! They’ve really integrated into human society, getting so down-to-earth. Just what have these two been learning since they came to this world? They seem like such diligent students.’

’Especially farming? These two wintergourds know how to farm? I can’t even imagine. What do they plant? Other wintergourds?’

Celeste Grant raised a delicate eyebrow.

"Oh? You know how to farm?"

"We do."

"Yes, we do."

The two wintergourds chimed in one after the other.

"Milady, you may not know this, but our clan members are experts at clearing land and farming. Before Bullfrog and I came to this world, we cleared a thousand acres of Ethoria to plant Spiritual Medicine."

’A thousand acres of Ethoria, just the two of them? That’s actually quite impressive. At least when it comes to farming, they’re powerhouses.’

Celeste Grant seized on the key point. One of the wintergourds was named Bullfrog? Then what about the other one?

Her gaze swept over the other one as she spoke, "Is he named Tadpole?"

Then she saw the two wintergourds look at her in astonishment.

"Milady, you’re so smart! How did you know?"

"That’s right, my name is Tadpole."

"Bullfrog, Tadpole... Such fine names." ’At least they’re easy to say,’ she thought.

"Of course! Our clan chief gave us these names."

"Your clan chief must be a very cultured individual."

"That goes without saying! Our clan chief is the sage of our clan, the most intelligent of us all."

Celeste Grant nodded.

"I can tell."

’From the few words spoken by their clan chief and these two, she could already imagine what the Wintergourd Clan was like. Just picture it: a pile of wintergourds gathered for a meeting, with an old wintergourd man stroking his beard and leaning on a cane at the front. The image is actually quite comical.’

At that thought, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but chuckle. If she ever got the chance, she would have to visit the Wintergourd Clan and see it for herself.

Seeing the two wintergourds chatting away with his wife, Javier Sinclair felt like a third wheel.

Standing to the side, Javier Sinclair didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the scene before him. "You all seem to be getting along."

The two wintergourds’ eyes darted toward him. Their natural sense of danger made them instinctively shrink behind Celeste Grant. "Milady, who is he?"

"Don’t be afraid, he’s one of us." Celeste Grant waved her hand, dismissing the two wintergourds, then walked up and took Javier Sinclair’s arm. "This is my husband, my child’s father."

As her voice fell, she saw the two wintergourds exchange a glance and nod repeatedly.

"We understand. Milady’s husband is... the Master."

"Greetings, Master."

"This humble one greets the Master."

’What kind of address is that in the Mortal Realm?’

Javier Sinclair: "..."

’Master???’

His face darkened, and he let out a cold smirk.

’They’re calling me old.’

Slipping an arm around his wife’s waist, Javier Sinclair turned to leave, muttering, "Honey, for our midnight snack tonight, let’s have wintergourd and pork rib stew."

The moment he finished speaking,

the two wintergourds shot off into the distance with a WHOOSH.

Seeing this, Celeste Grant couldn’t help but burst out laughing, giving him a pinch. "HAHA... Javier Sinclair, how old are you, acting so childish? It’s true what they say: men are just boys at heart."

Javier Sinclair leaned closer to her.

"Don’t you think I look like a boy?"

His face wouldn’t change in the slightest, not even after another hundred thousand years. "Oh, get out of here. Give you an inch and you take a mile."

As she left with Javier Sinclair, she waved to the two wintergourds. "Bullfrog, Tadpole, find a place to rest on your own. My son’s residence is over there. From now on, you’re responsible for his safety."

"Yes, Milady."

"We’ll take good care of the Young Master. You can count on us."

The two wintergourds acknowledged the order and flew toward Aaron Sinclair’s courtyard. Upon arriving, they transformed into two puffs of black smoke and slipped into his room through the window.

Not daring to get too close, they found a spot to settle on one of the roof beams.

In their line of sight, a figure was sprawled carelessly on the bed.

"So this is their son... Woah, he’s really good-looking."

"What a handsome little boy."

The two wintergourds huddled together, communicating in voices only they could hear.

"This kid has no Spiritual Power fluctuations at all. He looks like an ordinary person."

"Of course not. That milady is at least an Immortal; how could their son be an ordinary person? He must have some kind of Magic Treasure concealing his aura."

"Bullfrog... this is strange. Why do I feel such a closeness to this child? It’s like seeing our old clan chief."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Go to sleep."

"But I really do feel he’s very familiar, just like our clan chief."

"Shut up!"

"Keep talking nonsense and see if you don’t end up as wintergourd soup."

"I won’t, I won’t."

「And so, the night passed in silence.」

「The next two days passed uneventfully.」

Celeste Grant had originally wanted to send her son to an academy to study, but he said it would restrict his freedom. He wanted to spend more time practicing martial arts and didn’t want to go.

If her son didn’t want to go, then he didn’t have to go! She was a very open-minded mother. So, she went and hired the retired former Grand Secretary to give her son one-on-one lessons.

In addition to the retired Grand Secretary, there was also The Valiant Marquis, whose title was hereditary, and who was once The Valiant Grand General. He had injured his leg on the battlefield and now walked with a limp, requiring a cane. Coupled with his advanced age, he no longer went to war, but this didn’t affect his capabilities. In the field of military formations and strategy, this General was a top-tier talent.

Celeste Grant wasn’t a fan of beating around the bush. She paid them directly, hiring them with cold, hard cash.

Since this sliver of her son’s Primordial Spirit had come to the Mortal Realm and become an ordinary person, he should learn as much as possible while he was still young. As the saying goes, one can never have too many skills. As for what he wanted to do when he grew up, he would have plenty of options then.