“You, of course, Third Senior Brother,” Ma Tilian’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her voice loud.
Chu Yu looked completely bewildered, his blue eyes wide with confusion.
“Didn’t you say when you were young that you’d marry her because she couldn’t get married?” Qin Yuhang sympathetically patted his junior brother’s shoulder, “Good luck, junior brother!” He glanced at his sister’s large build and silently prayed that his junior brother wouldn’t be crushed by his wife after marriage! He shook his head heartlessly and walked towards his wife’s direction.
Li Weichen and Mo Qi, not knowing the full story, looked at this awkward pair, like a glowing night pearl paired with a dull limestone!
But it wasn’t their concern, and they hurried towards those they cared about.
Facai, born with a warm heart and keen perception, quickly gathered Old Ten, Old Eleven, and the other servants of the Chu Royal Palace.
Chu Yu’s elegant figure cast a long shadow on the ground, seemingly frozen. At this moment, he was truly stunned, vaguely remembering something but unable to recall what he had said.
“Third Senior Brother, you promised to marry me, and you must keep your word!” Ma Tilian said shyly, happiness shining in her eyes, “Don’t worry, I have two male concubines, but I consider them grass and you a treasure. After we’re married, I’ll be a virtuous wife and cook and wash for you every day.”
In the martial arts world, entry order matters more than age. Fourth Junior Sister was several years older than Chu Yu, but because she entered the sect later, she still had to call him Senior Brother.
When she was fifteen, she had feelings for the senior and second senior brothers and went to express her love, only to be rejected. Crying in a corner, twelve-year-old Chu Yu, not understanding romantic feelings, felt sympathy and promised to marry her when he grew up – a promise he had long forgotten.
Chu Yu’s jade-like face slightly changed, his blue eyes showing panic, “Fourth Junior Sister, I have something to do, please excuse me.”
Raised from childhood with the knight spirit of the Great Qin people, he was well-mannered and unwilling to say anything hurtful. He immediately turned and fled like being chased by a ghost, his long robes billowing, looking as perfect as a god from the heavens.
Like a horse! Ma Tilian thought, sharing the horse’s surname and loving horses, believing they were the most beautiful of all species.
But in another direction, the singing continued.
Ye Hui knew her son loved songs, so to please him, she sang to her heart’s content. Her smooth, gentle, heavenly beautiful voice continued to float in the air around her, audible to those who listened carefully in the square.
On this day, Ye Hui coddled her Heng Ting like any mother who loves her child, paying no attention to her husbands.
You reveal your arrival to me No matter how far you are from me I once again knock open my heart’s door…
Ye Hui was singing the famous song “My Heart Forever”, having just put her son to sleep. After getting up from the bed, she suddenly heard Ma Tilian’s roar from the square, which startled her. Looking at her son, he was still sleeping soundly. That’s good; since coming to Tianying Gate, this little one has been able to adapt and find his own peace in noisy environments.
Ye Hui smiled, turned back to close the window to prevent the outside noise from disturbing her son’s sleep, and instructed the wet nurse to take good care of him.
She took a clean set of clothes and went to the hot spring at Yutang Mountain, having Muo Qi guard the exit while she bathed alone. Suddenly, two people emerged from the water. Just as she was about to scream, she heard Huangfu Zedan’s voice behind her: “Don’t be afraid, my wife, it’s us.”
She turned her head and saw her two best husbands, completely naked, showcasing their muscular male bodies, embracing her from front and back.
The two husbands, who had been restraining themselves for days, knew she was planning to bathe and had been waiting here. They held her tightly, fiercely kissing her snow-white skin, and within moments, she melted like water…
Those still don’t want to be easy, return to the imperial capital and it will be fine, bring some good hands from the sect to escort, and there will be no worries.” Qin Yuhang glanced sideways at his wife, appearing absent-minded about the senior brother’s question. He raised his right hand and snatched the grilled tofu his wife was eating, quickly devouring it and smacking his lips: “Delicious, wife, give your husband another skewer.”
Ye Hui looked at her empty hand, picked up three skewers of grilled lamb from the plate, took a bite from each, and gave one to each person. She clapped her hands and smiled softly: “Is this okay?”
“No, I want more,” the three husbands said in unison.
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.
Li Weichen’s eyes rolled, and he smiled, “Perhaps some noble is oppressing the sect, or oppressing the common people. Master Qingtian can’t handle it, so he’s asking the Prince and Young Master Qin for help.”
He had long been displeased with these two “temple guardians” who prevented him from having opportunities.
Unexpectedly, Huangfu Zeduan just snorted and didn’t move.
Ye Hui looked at her first husband with watery, plaintive eyes.
A woman’s true advantage lies in subduing strength with tenderness, which was her cleverness and the ultimate weapon of those femme fatales in history. Ye Hui never thought of becoming a femme fatale; having been a commoner in her previous life, she understood that sense of helplessness.
