Ye Hui could only resignedly act like a servant, remembering a post she once saw on Tianya Forum about a “stud male” who married three wives. Each wife was fierce, and the man who originally wanted to enjoy the benefits of multiple wives found himself reduced to a caretaker, being ordered around like a servant and having to serve fruit every day. The stud male was often full of resentment, having to serve three plates of fruit now compared to just one when he first married.
Was her current situation similar?
Self-inflicted suffering is truly unbearable.
“Grandmaster, Senior Uncle,” Facai ran in from outside the bamboo forest, panting, “Master Qingtian requests you to come to the guest hall immediately. There are villains with many henchmen, and the person’s identity is very special. Master Qingtian asks you to handle it.”
“What matter can’t he handle himself that requires my intervention?” Huangfu Zeduan asked lazily, his good mood of enjoying a barbecue completely disrupted, his tone calm but with a hint of coldness.
Facai was scared into silence but, thinking of the father-daughter pair who had come to the sect, mustered up courage: “A noble from Pingzhou City has come to the Taoist temple. Master Qingtian ordered me to invite the master. As for who the visitor is, I’m not quite sure.”
Facai spoke these words insincerely, knowing the mistress had a good temper, and glanced sideways with a pleading look.
“Huangfu Dage, Qin Dage, please go quickly!” Ye Hui tugged at her two husbands’ sleeves softly, “Today is the birthday of the Southern Dipper Star Lord. There are dozens of times more guests than usual, with many even from Pingzhou City. Some apparently started their journey the day before yesterday. Perhaps there’s an urgent matter that requires you to use your Prince of Chu identity.”
Yesterday, a tenant who delivered vegetables had mentioned two poor scholars staying at his home, planning to burn incense and make wishes at the old Laojun Temple before heading to the capital for imperial examinations, hoping for a safe journey and success. They intended to travel on foot across the vast desert during the cold winter.
Huangfu Zeduan, being a prince, could not understand the bitterness of common people. The life and death of ten or eight peasants meant nothing to him.