Chapter 1035 – Mo Lan’s Daily Life Raising Little Ones 1

The sky over Emerald Creek Plains was clear and bright, as if cleansed by the purest spring water, without a single wisp of cloud.

Rivers crisscrossed with crystal-clear waters, and thick, dense meadows of green grass spread between them, vivid and bursting with life.

Mo Lan stood alone on the grassy slope from her memories, her gaze slowly sweeping across the surroundings.

Time had slipped away. The little wooden cottage where she had once lived with Shana’s mother during her childhood—not even a single splinter or the faintest outline of a foundation could be found anymore. Only ever more lush wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze.

That was fine, too.

Mo Lan took out a carefully crafted Mobile Residence Card. With a light tap of her fingertip, the card dissolved into countless golden motes of light that rapidly gathered and assembled on the open hilltop before her.

Moments later, a two-story peaked wooden cottage with a spacious courtyard appeared at the very top of the grassy slope, bathed in the bright sunshine of Emerald Creek Plains.

The cottage’s silhouette bore a faint resemblance to that old little house from years past—both shared the same warm, rustic pastoral style—but it was clearly much larger in scale, and far more refined in structure.

The deep brown log exterior walls gave off a pleasant fragrance. Hanging beneath the eaves were several potted spider plants that had just “grown” into existence, dotted with tiny blue-purple blossoms.

The windows were large and bright, with spaces reserved on the windowsills for placing flower pots.

The courtyard was enclosed by a low log fence entwined with flowering vines. The front yard featured carefully planned flower beds with rich, loose soil.

An assortment of common and rare magical flower seedlings—all safe and healthy for young witches—were distributed in an artful, staggered arrangement, brimming with vitality.

Among the flower beds stood a gazebo wrapped in green vines, its tendrils blooming with pale purple flowers that exuded a refined fragrance.

Inside the gazebo sat a small wooden table and several rattan chairs—the perfect spot for an afternoon rest or watching children play.

The backyard was a neatly planned vegetable garden divided into different sections, with a small shed nearby for storing gardening tools.

Meanwhile, the sunniest corner of the front yard with the most open view had been deliberately left empty, its ground leveled and covered with a layer of fine, pristine white sand.

Mo Lan walked over to this spot and took out a Special Spatial Planting Pot Card.

The card materialized into a physical form—a large flower pot roughly two meters in diameter appeared on the spot.

The pot’s surface was carved with intricate yet harmonious alchemical runes representing growth, stability, and the cycle of life.

When an ordinary spatial planting pot was materialized from its card, its size was simply whatever its size was.

But the special spatial planting pot contained a “micro-ecological space” within, enhanced by multiple layers of expanded space and magic circles.

From the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than a slightly oversized ornamental flower pot, but its actual usable soil depth and root expansion space far exceeded what the eye could see—more than enough to accommodate the Witch’s Tree, whose tree form appeared compact but whose root system was extraordinarily developed.

Using it to plant the Witch’s Tree would provide the sapling with virtually limitless growth potential and a stable foundation, without allowing its roots to spread unchecked, encroaching on vast swathes of surrounding land and disrupting the harmonious natural ecology of Emerald Creek Plains.

More importantly, if for any reason the tree ever needed to be moved in the future, one only had to store the entire planting pot along with the Witch’s Tree back into its card. This would not interrupt the tree’s growth process in the slightest, nor cause any damage to the tree itself.

Mo Lan bent down and personally positioned the heavy planting pot squarely in the chosen spot, making sure it sat stable and level.

Then she straightened up and walked toward the brand-new wooden cottage.

Pushing open the heavy log door, every detail of the interior decor had been designed with the family’s soon-to-arrive new member in mind.

All floors were covered with thick, soft carpeting featuring a natural non-slip texture, completely silent underfoot. Every piece of furniture—whether sofa, coffee table, bookshelf, or chair—had its corners carefully wrapped in matching soft fabric, eliminating every possible bump hazard.

The first floor was an open common area.

The living room was exceptionally spacious, cleverly divided into two halves.

One half held a conventional sitting arrangement: plush sofas surrounding a low wooden coffee table, with a fireplace nearby.

The other half had been transformed into a bright, playful play area, laid with extra-thick play mats. Low shelves held safe, age-appropriate toys for infants and toddlers, and the walls were painted with soft starry sky and forest patterns that shifted gently with changes in light.

Beside the largest floor-to-ceiling window facing the courtyard stood a comfortable daybed, and right next to it was an adorably shaped crib with soft railings and sheer canopy drapes—a dedicated napping area.

The kitchen and dining room were connected, right beside the staircase fitted with non-slip padding.

The second floor was more private and quiet.

The master bedroom was spacious and bright, with its own washroom. The bed was soft and comfortable, and the curtains were heavy and light-blocking.

The study’s bookshelves were already filled with books she had collected from various sources, suitable reading for pregnancy and early childcare. The desk was broad, with a comfortable reading chair beside it.

Next to the master bedroom was a carefully arranged nursery.

The walls were a soft goose-yellow, painted with endearingly plump little animals that shifted subtly in response to the child’s emotions or ambient mana.

The room already held a proper crib, a wardrobe for clothing, and a small corner piled with soft plush toys.

The windows were equipped with absolutely secure protective magic and light-adjusting curtains.

The air carried the faint, calming fragrance of moonlight grass and tranquility blossoms.

Up the stairs from there was a small attic, currently still empty, reserved as a future playroom, craft room, or secret hideaway for when the child grew older.

Every single detail in the house had been personally designed by Mo Lan. Starting today, she would move in and gradually fill this place with the warmth of daily life.

“I wonder how Lilith and the others are coming along with their preparations!”

Mo Lan headed straight back to the front entrance on the first floor.

On the wall just inside the door hung a magical clock with functions similar to the one in her Witch’s home within the mirror space.

However, the clock face bore only three distinct icons: one was a simple sketch of a lake and cottage, representing the lakeside cottage by Spring Sight Lake; another was an abstract witch’s hat with stars, representing the Witch’s home in the mirror space; and the last—where the hand currently pointed—was a pattern of a river, grassy slope, and wooden cottage, representing the hilltop cottage at Emerald Creek Plains.

Mo Lan reached out and gently turned the magical clock’s hand, aligning it with the “lakeside cottage” icon.

Then she grasped the door handle and opened the door once more.

Beyond the door now lay the front yard of the lakeside cottage by Spring Sight Lake.

The cobblestone path that had originally ended at the courtyard gate now extended off to the side for quite some distance, with three additional small yards branching off from it.

Right beside the low hedge on the other side of the lakeside cottage’s wisteria tree was Sylph’s yard, and a few steps further along were Vasida and Lilith’s homes.