The Eleventh said unhappily: “Does my wife want to refuse to accompany us tomorrow?”
The Tenth also frowned: “Does my wife think our skills aren’t good enough, or is she dissatisfied with us?”
Ye Hui most feared this kind of aggrieved questioning look from men. She rubbed her temples: “What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say I wouldn’t accompany you?”
“So I misheard?”
“I knew my wife was the most fair.”
The two men’s faces brightened, as if the previous gloom had never existed.
“Quickly go see where the children have run off to. It’s getting dark, understand? Hurry and find them all.”
“We’re going right away. My wife should rest here.”
Ye Hui watched the two generals ride towards the direction of the children’s hunting, sighing. Damn, being the wife of so many men was truly exhausting. If the water wasn’t balanced, they would cause a collective commotion.
She wondered how men in ancient times managed multiple wives in her previous life.
She just couldn’t learn it.
“If my wife is unhappy, shall I take you for a horse ride?”
Chu Yu, having handed his daughter to Mochi, approached his wife with a hopeful expression.
Her Chu Yu was the best!
Ye Hui smiled and walked towards the stunningly beautiful Eurasian man, offering her hand.
He led her to a tall Mongolian stallion, with a saddle bound to its back.
Chu Yu had clearly prepared in advance! He lifted her onto the horse, sitting her in front of him, her waist encircled by his arms, feeling the warmth of protection.
Chu Yu’s heart swayed, surrounded by a joyful emotion. He suddenly squeezed the horse’s belly, and the black horse reared up, galloping across the wilderness.
Li Weichen emerged from behind a large tree, beating his chest in frustration.
“You heartless Chu Yu, how dare you steal my opportunity,” he wailed, scratching his head: “Tonight was clearly my turn to accompany my wife.”
Mochi gave a sympathetic look. He also wanted to ride with Ye Hui but lacked the ability, just as Li Weichen would never learn how to please Ye Hui.
