Ye Hui was a bit angry, glaring at the departing figure and speaking resentfully.
“If the young mistress finds Master Li annoying, she can make him sleep on a cold bench tonight when it’s his turn to serve,” Mochi, who was directing a group of eunuchs to set up tents, walked over to offer consolation.
Mochi, who had been the chief internal manager for years, had become more shrewd from dealing with many people, no longer as naive as before.
“Mochi, why don’t you replace him tonight and come to my tent to serve, and let Li Weichen lie on the grass by himself,” Ye Hui said with a playful smile.
“That won’t do, young mistress. Master Li is now a high-ranking official with great power. This servant doesn’t have the courage to steal his opportunity, or he might hold a grudge,” Mochi repeatedly waved his hands and turned back to supervise the eunuchs’ work.
Ye Hui was a bit annoyed with these two men. Had she become too easy-going? Were they becoming increasingly disrespectful? Or had their marriage lost its novelty, turning her into something dispensable?
“Dare to not take me seriously!” Ye Hui’s black eyes flashed with two clusters of flames, gritting her teeth: “Hmph, from tomorrow, I’ll go on strike. I won’t accompany anyone. I’ll ignore you all for half a year and make you live like ascetics.”
These angry words were overheard by two men who had just arrived, both looking displeased at Ye Hui.
The arrivals were the Tenth and Eleventh, both in their thirties, at the most charming time for men – mature, steady, and elegant, capable of attracting girls’ attention wherever they went.
But Ye Hui, constantly surrounded by beautiful men, had grown somewhat indifferent to them.
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.
At sunset, Ye Hui leaned closely into the man’s embrace behind her, held by his large hands. From a distance, there was nothing special, but actually, the two on the horse were composing their most beautiful love story.
The moon rose high in the sky, and who knows how many hours had passed.
Two tall men rode horses down the slope, looking at the couple galloping on horseback under the sky. Huang Fuzeduan said, “Second Junior Brother, it’s almost midnight. His wife must be tired. Shouldn’t we ask them to stop?”
Qin Yuhang looked up at the moon hanging in the sky and said, “Wait a bit longer. The time hasn’t come yet.”
Huang Fuzeduan looked surprised: “Second Junior Brother, so you knew…”
Qin Yuhang smiled: “Senior Brother knew too.”
The two looked at each other and laughed heartily, understanding each other tacitly.
As long as his wife is happy, as long as Third Junior Brother gets what he loves, as long as everyone lives well, nothing is a problem.
…
“Are you tired, my dear?”
At some unknown time, the tone behind her changed, steady yet gentle, with the arm around her waist growing tighter.
Ye Hui looked back, still seeing those azure blue eyes, but now they seemed like the water of a sacred lake, clear enough to reflect the cloudless summer sky.
“Big Brother, your sister is not tired. We can do it again.”
Ye Hui’s tears immediately welled up, turning to give the man behind her a sweet smile.
