[Wuxia] The Legend of Condor Heroes: The World's Ruler [Complete] - 19

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Chapter Seventy-Four: Turbulence Rises, Ouyang Feng Brings Bad News;
Entering Tongguan, the Hegemon's Ambitions Settle the Central Plains.

I now feel that there isn't enough time in the day; I wish there were six more hours. I have to deal with government affairs early in the morning,
and the defense of the Central Plains base urgently needs to be addressed. General Du Shu of Andong was struck by a stray arrow and died during the campaign against Shouchun City. I
couldn't find a suitable replacement for him, and after much worry, I finally had to appoint Lü Wende's younger brother, Lü Wenhuan.
He is a renowned general, and seeing the thriving situation in Jiangbei, he willingly stayed at the front to assist me. Moreover, his
brother and family are under my control, so I don't need to worry about him playing any tricks. Even so, military and political affairs, civil administration, and finance
weigh heavily on my shoulders like three mountains. There's no way around it; everyone places high hopes on me, and I must always maintain an unwavering
stance . To be honest, it's truly a living hell. When I wanted to rest at night, I had to keep Fu Mei and Wu Shuang company, who had just recovered their energy, companying
them like little bunnies. Then, every day I had to be a pillow for my darling Chu Qing… I even managed to use the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment to
set up the tendons and bones in Feng Mofeng and Fan Yiweng's legs, though I still don't know how effective the rehabilitation will be.

“If this continues, your body will break down.” My good mentor, seeing my panda eyes and somewhat swollen face,
clearly indicating that I hadn't slept or rested for days and nights, couldn't help but come behind me and massage my head, saying with concern.

I was in the study of the government office, unprepared for someone to suddenly barge in, so I leaned my head against Rong'er's large breasts, crossed my legs
, closed my eyes, and smiled contentedly, saying, "It's nothing. It looks a bit scary, but I think my mind is very clear. We're young,
after all work hard now, how can we realize our ideal of a carefree life?"

"But you can't be so reckless! You child, you never think things through, just like when you used to practice your martial arts, acting like you
couldn't survive every day..." Rong'er's words suddenly stopped. Remembering that I was destined to have a short lifespan, she had a bad feeling.
"Could it be... could it be that you feel unwell somewhere? Tell Rong'er quickly." She
asked , while taking my pulse.

"No, I'm perfectly healthy." I didn't let her take my pulse, but casually waved it and said, "But this, my darling,
take a look."

Rong'er took the note I handed her and looked at it, saying, "I can understand the first few points. However, these decrees of yours are too
novel; some I can't even fathom the intentions behind, but I can see that these are all grand plans." She finished reading and handed it back to me,
waiting for me to explain.

Seeing my beloved's eyes turn into those of a curious child with an intense thirst for knowledge, how could I bear to refuse? I waved
the note and said, "The knowledge accumulated in my mind will be consolidated when the world is at peace before implementing financial stability policies. Therefore,
the issues after point six will only need to be considered much later." These strategic goals were all compiled by me in Lin'an.
The so-called Ten Policies for Strengthening the Nation that I submitted back then were merely an abridged version of this overall plan, one that would be acceptable to the Song court
and lay the foundation for my full-scale democratization war.

Rong'er was delighted upon hearing this, but then her heart sank again. I could tell she was worried I wouldn't relinquish my power and wouldn't want to return to
Peach Blossom Island to live a peaceful life with my family. I chuckled inwardly, but dared not be too presumptuous in the government office. I simply
took her hand and said, "If I didn't want to leave, I wouldn't have listed all of this. There are so many things to do,
and I'll add whatever comes to mind. When it's perfected and can support the operation of a country, that will be
the day we can retire gracefully."

"Really?" Rong'er was overjoyed. Our development was going very well; in just four months, we had recovered
large . Although we were still like rootless duckweed, swaying in the wind and rain, we firmly believed that with this
strong initial attack from such a high starting point and with the wealth of the Central Plains, we would become stronger and stronger.

"Then tell me the specific meaning of these policies," Rong'er said, looking at me with admiration, which filled me with immense
pride . "Well, the first rule goes without saying, right? Strict military discipline and never harming the people. When Emperor Gaozu of Han entered Guanzhong, there was
a saying: 'Those who kill will be put to death, those who injure or steal will be punished!' A person without integrity cannot stand. Only when an army has integrity and is close to the people
will it gain their heartfelt support."

"Yes, you're right. In the past, during the wars between the Song and Jin dynasties, and the Song and Mongol dynasties, the people were treated the same—either beaten or robbed. Rape and
murder were countless; it was impossible to distinguish between soldiers and bandits." Thinking of the many
times Guo Jing and I encountered Song soldiers killing innocent people and claiming credit for their crimes when we traveled the world, how could the people feel safe with such soldiers? And thinking of our separation now,
a sense of melancholy washed over me.

I observed this but said nothing, letting her reminisce. I continued, "The second point, 'equal land distribution and exemption from corvée labor,
' means distributing the land we hold to peasants without land. The shortage of farming tools
will be compensated by melting down discarded military horses and weapons, but ownership of the tools will remain public, and damage will require compensation." This was my proudest part. It prevented powerful clans from
seizing land, won over the hearts of the people, attracted them to settle down and defend the new regime, and made
good use of decommissioned military equipment—a win-win situation. All successful peasant uprisings in history started with land. Li Zicheng,
the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and even the great Red Revolution—on this point, I have to admire Chairman Mao.

"But with equal land distribution and exemption from corvée labor, where will the soldiers and finances come from?" Rong'er asked worriedly.

"When we train the 'New Xiang Army,' we don't need quantity, but quality. Military strategy says: 'It's not about quantity, but quality.'"
"Thirty thousand Yue Family Army soldiers could sweep across the world; this is something we should learn from. Giving the people more time to recuperate and
restore their vitality is the fundamental way to consolidate the foundation. Perhaps in a few years, the people of Jiangnan will see the stability and prosperity of the North and the
preferential policies, and they will inevitably consider returning to the North, bringing a large population. The population can bring soldiers, grain, and future
fiscal revenue and expenditure. Of course, this will take a long time, perhaps ten years or even decades, to see results. This is where my
later room to be elaborated." "Hmm..." Rong'er knew that I had a long-term vision, and what I said was reasonable. Just like
the early Han and Tang dynasties, the good times were closely related to the policy of "allowing the people to recuperate and rest." I was just boldly bringing
forward .

"Third, the property rights of private land belong to the individuals, and the government and private individuals cannot arbitrarily infringe upon them. They can be mortgaged to the government, but cannot be
privately transferred ." I continued.

"I don't understand this at all..." Rong'er asked, somewhat confused.

"Young Master!" We were still talking when a family member ran over to report.

"Come in." I released Rong'er's hand and greeted her.

"Young Master, Third Madam is about to give birth."

I was overjoyed and turned around to say, "Let's go back and see." I was really hoping that Ru Shi would give me a big, healthy
son. I've never longed for a son so much, even though theoretically I already have two sons... In the carriage,
Rong'er heard me reciting the ridiculous poem, "When we're awake, we make love, and suddenly our children are everywhere." She was both annoyed and amused. Seeing that I was in a good mood,
she couldn't help but tease me, "What son? You only have two daughters now."

I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Aren't you just bringing me bad luck? What if Ru Shi's belly doesn't cooperate? I'll make you
pay for my son."

Rong'er chuckled at my teasing, "I won't pay you. You're just trying to mess with me."

I said shamelessly, "Seeing Lu'er and Xuan'er growing up so well every day, I want to take them back. It's really hard to give away my cutest and
smartest children."

"How do you know the children are smart?"

"It's up to you, it's up to me, how could it be anything less than perfect? Even if it's not just the two of us, if either of us is chosen, I
'll never have to worry about them again for the rest of my life," I boasted shamelessly.

"Hehe... Don't be so biased. If the girls hear you say that, they'll be heartbroken. Third Sister is shrewd and capable, Qing'er
has strong likes and dislikes, Ru Shi is talented in literature, Ying'er is thoughtful, and Wu Shuang is innocent and straightforward. You mustn't hurt their feelings," Rong'er
advised me.

"Why haven't you commented on Fu Mei after all this talk?" I counted on my fingers, and it seemed like one was missing.

"That silly girl, I can't keep an eye on you, you run wild, you're so stupid," Rong'er said, tapping my
forehead in annoyance as she scolded her daughter. But considering that I myself had fallen for his tender charm, I didn't seem to have the right
to criticize others.

I said shamelessly, "Watch me, only my darling Rong'er can keep me in check. See, for over a year, I've been
a model citizen , very obedient, right?"

"Hmph..." Rong'er gave a coquettish laugh, but her expression clearly showed her satisfaction.

"Rong'er is gentle and kind, meticulous, graceful, virtuous, tender, beautiful, pitiful, virtuous, with
a smile that could topple cities, fair skin and jade bones, pure and innocent, intelligent, rosy-cheeked, quick-witted, with pearly white hair,
almond eyes and peach cheeks, eyebrows like mountains, red lips and white teeth, bright eyes, smiling gently, charming, full of affection,
brimming with autumn water, a beautiful woman, graceful, elegant, chivalrous, chivalrous and tender-hearted, selfless..." I used nearly a hundred adjectives
in one breath , and Rong'er didn't stop me, wanting to see just how many cheesy words I could use. From initially laughing so hard she almost fell
over, to later seeing the tenderness in her eyes as she looked at me, knowing my praise was genuine and not teasing, she gently stroked my
cheek and said, "Silly boy, I'm not that good. Only you would see someone's flaws as virtues..."

I held her soft hand and kissed it, saying, "This is how you are in my eyes and in my heart. You pity me, love
me, and have taught me to be who I am today. Even though I have a new beginning, the foundation of all this is laid by you.
I will never forget the kindness my master has shown me."

"Silly boy, all of this is the result of your own hard work. It's me, the master, who, in teaching a disciple, has ended up sacrificing
myself . Failure is the real loss," Rong'er said with a slight smile, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile.

I said seriously, "I intentionally and deliberately seduced you. Even if we go to hell,
I'll endure anything. But I will never give you back to Uncle Guo." Was I afraid? Perhaps… my soul
is from another time, and it will eventually find its home. If I must suffer these torments after death, I will accept them.

Rong'er was moved by my resolute words, her eyes brimming with tears, her smile bitter, but she still firmly
said, “In the next life, even if I am reborn as an animal, I will never leave you.” She then threw herself into my arms and cried quietly… When we were almost
home, Rong'er massaged the acupoints around her eyes, making it impossible to tell she had been crying. We got out of the carriage, and before we even entered the house, the old
woman who helped with the kitchen came to report, “Young Master, something terrible has happened!”

I frowned, thinking: Why say such unlucky things? However, I am usually easygoing, so I didn't argue with her and listened to
what she had to say.

“The Third Madam is weak and can't give birth. You should go and see her quickly.” Seeing my unfriendly expression, she hurriedly finished speaking.

I was shocked and, disregarding the stares of others, hurried past the busy family members who came towards us, arriving at Rushi's small courtyard.
It's all my fault for being so careless, causing Ru Shi a series of frights. Now she's so fragile; what would I do if something really happened to
her ? Fu'er and Wu Shuang, seeing me return, came out of the side room carrying our child and said, "Ru Shi,
it's been over two hours. The midwife says the baby is breech, so we have to wait..."

I heard Ru Shi's piercing screams and cries from contractions, and then Fu'er uttered the word "wait." My
vision blurred, and my knees went weak. In this era, what does "waiting" mean? Waiting to die... either the wife dies, or
the child dies.

"How is the situation?" Rong'er asked as she entered.

"Rong'er, your medical skills are superb; you must think of something!" I blurted out in desperation.

Rong'er, Fu'er, and Wu Shuang's faces all paled. Rong'er glanced furtively at her daughter,
while turning her face away. "I'll go check..." Rong'er nervously entered the delivery room.

I then realized my slip of the tongue. Seeing Fu Mei's face turn from red to white, then to pale, I knew she had heard everything
clearly. I cursed myself for being so foolish as to cause trouble at this crucial moment. "I...I'll go see her too," I said, rushing to
the delivery room door as if fleeing.

"Sir, you can't go in," the midwife quickly stopped me as I tried to barge in.

"Nonsense! My wife is almost gone, what am I waiting for? Get out of my way!" I shoved the midwife aside and went inside.
The midwife knew we might only see each other one last time, sighed, and said nothing, going to instruct my family to prepare for the funeral.

I entered the room and saw that Third Sister and Chu Qing, who were usually closest to Ru Shi, were already in tears. Ying'er also looked heartbroken and
distressed. Seeing me come in, she led me to Ru Shi. Ru Shi, her face deathly pale, collapsed into Third Sister's arms. Her tired, hoarse
voice seemed to indicate that she was nearing the end of her life.

Rong'er was taking her pulse, and I dared not disturb her, but my heart was also clenched with worry. "Ruyi, I'm here. Be
strong... Your husband is here," I called softly.

"Husband...?" Ru Shi struggled to open her eyes. Seeing me, she reached out
to touch me, seemingly drawing strength from nowhere. I took her hand, but seeing her so weak, my heart ached terribly.

"Husband... protect... our... child..." Ru Shi said weakly.

"It'll be alright, it'll be alright." I took out a Snow Ginseng Pill from my robes and gave her one to help replenish her blood and
energy. "Master, how is she?" I asked.

"I..." Rong'er dared not speak. Ru Shi was right in front of her, yet she was helpless. Hearing this, I felt as if I had lost my last
shred of hope.

"Husband... don't... don't be distressed, Master... is destined... after I'm gone... don't worry about me, don't think of me...
protect the child..." Ru Shi's voice had strengthened a little, but she was still panting heavily. San Niang and Chu Qing were already
in tears , sobbing softly. Watching their dear sister silently await her death, unable to do anything, filled them
with bitterness.

A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. A C-section? No sterile equipment, no hemostatic equipment, no anesthesia, no blood transfusion—Ru Shi
had no of survival. How could this be…? I held Ru Shi's hand, tears streaming down my face. She had always silently endured,
placing herself in the most humble position, worried about causing me even the slightest trouble, yet she was to waste her life in this bitterness…
“My lord… don’t be sad… it is said that when a person is about to die… their words are kind… Ru Shi is unfortunate… to have received your pity…
but I am no longer destined to be by your side… please thank all the sisters for their care over the years. In this life… thank you…” Ru Shi
sobbed, holding my hand. San Niang knew Ru Shi was about to give her final instructions, knowing she couldn’t help by staying, and led the women
out only Rong’er and me beside Ru Shi.

"No, I won't let you die. What does it matter if our fate is shallow or our fortune is thin? As long as there's a glimmer of hope, we can't give up.
Hold on for me, okay?" I channeled a small amount of true energy to protect her heart meridian. "Don't fall asleep, wake up."

"I'm so tired..." Ru Shi was about to close her eyes, so I quickly woke her up. "Rong'er, administer acupuncture!" At this point,
I couldn't care less about whether the method was correct or not. I could only try anything, even if I made a mistake, I had to save the mother first. "Zhongzhu, Tianshu
, insert three-tenths of an inch."

Rong'er thought it made sense that I was going to use acupuncture to seal the pain nerves. She took out her silver needles and inserted them into the acupoints.

"Wailing... one inch..." I said through gritted teeth.

"One inch? That..." Rong'er was quite surprised. If the silver needle went in one inch, it would definitely hurt the baby. She understood my
intention.

"One inch? No... Husband... no!" Ru Shi saw the one-inch needle being inserted. Wouldn't that pierce her
heart ?

"Don't worry about that now, as long as Rushi is safe. If something really happens to the baby, we can always have another one. Do it!" I
ordered, holding down the struggling Rushi.

Rong'er was still hesitating, so I snatched the needle, identified the acupoint, and inserted it. Rushi immediately felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and
couldn't help but cry out in pain again. I took a soft cloth pad and had her bite it down. I channeled my inner energy to maintain her
strength while she pushed hard... "Wah! Wah!" The baby was born crying. Unlike other babies who need a midwife to make a sound during delivery, my precious
son was born crying. Thankfully, thankfully, the needle wasn't inserted incorrectly... "Rushi, look, our child is a very healthy
boy. You and your baby are both safe." I wiped away the tiny wound on the little guy's hand and said to Rushi with a smile.

"He's born! Someone come quick! Where's the water?" Third Aunt heard the commotion outside and quickly called for help. She pushed open the door and came in.
She had prepared for the worst, but the result was beyond her expectations. "Ru Shi, are you alright?" Ru Shi

was incredibly weak after giving birth to her son, but at least her life was saved. She shook her head at Third Sister and said, "
Sister , I'm fine, I'm alright..." Then she fainted again.

I gestured that I was alright, and seeing everyone in the room bustling around, I felt a weight lifted from my heart.

"What kind of strange trick is this?" Rong'er was still defending her earlier hesitation. After all, if something had gone wrong, she would have had to bear
a lot of responsibility. At the same time, she was also dissatisfied with my actions, thinking that I had only managed to extricate her from the predicament by accident.

"I once happened to see a case study by Doctor Chen. He said there was a symptom of difficult labor where the umbilical cord
was wrapped around the baby's arm before birth. The more tense the baby was, the tighter it gripped the cord. The medical records state that the needle I inserted at the Wailing acupoint
was inserted precisely at a certain point on the baby's arm and wrist, stimulating him to loosen his grip, allowing the umbilical cord to detach, and thus enabling a smooth delivery." I
had indeed seen it before , but not in this life, but I could only attribute it to Doctor Chen.

Rong'er nodded, completely believing me. But then another problem arose. She said, "How could you be so foolish?
Calling me that in front of Fu'er! I can tell she's already suspicious. What should we do?"

I thought to myself, you can't hide it forever. It's better to find an opportunity to be honest. The longer we drag it out, the deeper the conflict will become. "
Why I just tell Fu'er?"

"No, I don't agree to this." Rong'er remembered how I had made
things so awkward between her and her husband when I confessed my relationship with Third Sister. Therefore, she firmly opposed it. "If you want me to still pay attention to you in the future, you can't bring
this ." Rong'er saw that her daughter hadn't confronted her directly, and she had already guessed what her daughter was thinking. This brat was so stubborn,
never considering other people's feelings, so she had to resort to harsh words to threaten her .

Seeing that she was determined, I didn't say anything more. Anyway, Rong'er only said I couldn't bring it up myself. If Fu'er asked...
we'd deal with it then. So, I readily agreed to her request.

The child was named Zongshe, my second son after Zongyang. That evening, a grand banquet was held
to celebrate the safe arrival of my precious son. During the banquet, something caught my attention: these newly arrived soldiers, apart from
my eldest brother gifting the child a piece of Burmese jade and Zhenyuan from Xiangyang sending a couplet, were all becoming increasingly extravagant. This alarmed
me, and I began to worry that I would have to address the issue of misbehavior if necessary.

On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, the army attacked Tongguan, but due to the fortified city and heavy defenses, I feared that a direct assault would result in
heavy casualties, so I ordered a retreat to Hangu Pass for rest. Mo San, accompanying the army as an advisor for the first time, had not achieved any merit and was somewhat dejected. We rode side
by side, passing fields of burnt rice stalks, a scene of scorched earth and devastation. I turned to my older brother and said, "Luckily it's not
spring planting season yet, otherwise we would have missed a year's harvest. Winter is coming soon, so it's still not too late to replant some cabbage and radishes.
Brother , I'm sorry to trouble you with this again."

Mo San, who also assumed the heavy responsibility of inspecting agriculture and animal husbandry, felt even more compassion upon seeing the displaced people and the crying, hungry children everywhere. He
nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will take care of the grain distribution."

I nodded, thinking that this was true patriotism. I knew he now had a group of accountants and skilled coordinators under his command,
all talents recruited in Xinye City years ago. In addition, my elder brother was extremely kind-hearted, unlike his money-obsessed father, which was why I
dared to place such a heavy responsibility on his shoulders alone. "Also, the confiscated land must
be distributed to the households as soon as possible. The rental and expenditure of farm tools and draft animals should be collectively allocated by the government. The Mo family and merchants in various places must exercise their supervisory and secret reporting
powers diligently. Any corruption will be severely punished."

Mo San was slightly sweating. Although the Mo family was now completely tied to my cause, if they made a mistake,
this kind of task that offended people could be enough to bring everyone to their doom.

I sensed his concerns and smiled, saying, "Opportunity and danger coexist. The right to supervise and report secretly may seem offensive, but
it also gives merchants a voice. If official corruption is verified, it will be credited to the merchants. From another perspective,
this greatly elevates the status of merchants."

Brother Mo's thinking was correct. Merchants have a certain level of education and can directly file lawsuits. If the evidence is true, someone will naturally
intervene . Furthermore, the merchants' right to supervise and report is not a privilege; they are also subject to checks
and balances from other industries to ensure that those with ulterior motives do not take advantage of the situation.

A land reform storm is quietly brewing in Jiangbei. I don't want to make any big moves that would
alert the Southern Song court, because my small actions could be a fatal lever to shake the foundations of feudal rule. If this reaches Lin'an now, the court
will definitely intervene. Although I don't care about their interference, I can't be labeled a traitor yet. Therefore, I
must keep a low profile until the spark ignites a prairie fire. At that time, the Southern Song court will be powerless to retaliate.

"Alas, the peaks gather like a crowd, the waves surge like fury, the Tongguan Pass lies between mountains and rivers. Gazing westward at the capital, my heart hesitates. Heartbroken at the places where the Qin and Han dynasties once stood,
ten thousand miles of palaces have turned to dust. In prosperity, the people suffer. In ruin, the people suffer." It was Zhang Yanghao's poem, "Mountain Slope Sheep." Now that we
have captured Luoyang, the eastern capital, we gaze towards the western capital from afar, which aptly captures the sentiment.

Mo San, upon hearing this, was startled and asked in a trembling voice, "Third brother, I've always wanted to ask you… if we truly drive out the Tartars
, how will we conduct ourselves? Will we still have a war with the Song dynasty? And, according to you, everything we
've done only adds to the war, isn't it all meaningless?" He was bewildered. As a citizen of the Song dynasty, he didn't
want to see a civil war break out, but regardless of prosperity or ruin, it was always the people who suffered. What then was the meaning of everything we did?

"Everyone living in this world carries a belief in their heart. Those in power fight endlessly for fame and fortune; those in lower positions strive for
food and shelter. You and I are brothers, and you know I have great ambitions, but my ambitions are guided by my conscience.
Although we cannot guarantee the happiness of all the people, at the very least, we must ensure they no longer live in
constant fear and uncertainty , facing imminent death. As the saying goes, nothing is ever perfect, but one should strive to have a clear conscience. As for
whether we will have another war with the Southern Song Dynasty, the decision does not lie with you or me, but with whether those in power can realize the principle of prioritizing the people… I
only hope brother, you can remind me of this original intention when I lose my way." I glanced at him, knowing he still
misunderstood me, thinking I harbored ambitions to become emperor. But in truth, he was wrong. Although I am greedy and lustful, I have
absolutely no interest in becoming emperor. It's not that I'm particularly high-minded or hypocritical. We've all seen a lot in
this world. What good is being an emperor these days? Just counting money, strolling through the palace, visiting the harem? The input and output are
disproportionate. There's a mountain of government affairs to manage every day. Where would I find the time for leisure, for spending time with my wife and children?
"Land! Grain! These are the foundation of stability. With grain, people can live and work in peace, the army can be supplied,
and society can be kept from turmoil," I said.

I have my own vision: a "fair, equal, and rule-of-law society," a society where "private property is sacred and inviolable," and where
"the constitution is above imperial power." These ideas, if thrown out at this moment, would be too shocking. I worried Mo
San wouldn't be able to accept them immediately, so I haven't told him yet. However, I believe that as a merchant at the very bottom of society, he must also have
an ideal to change his social status, and this ideal is something I need to slowly instill in him. Turbulent times are
the best . I want to personally implement this ideal. Even if the north and south of the Yangtze River are divided, ending the old
and corrupt rule with advanced ideas will seem like a natural outcome.

Mo San was an extremely intelligent and shrewd man. He silently kept this in mind while saying, "Yes,
elder brother admire most in my life is your long-term vision. You have such determination for the sake of the people, and I naturally
want to emulate you."

"Hehe... I agree." We saw a hint of sincerity in each other's eyes. I recalled the past, how
impetuous I was back then! Riding along the Han River, I never imagined we would become
a new force capable of almost changing the course of history.

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, as the year drew to a close, our family gathered in Luoyang for a New Year's Eve dinner. This year, five
little ones had joined us, along with Grandpa Ke and Blacksmith Feng, but Uncle Guo, Little Dragon Girl, and Manman were missing. The nation and its people have undergone
tremendous changes, and the one experiencing the most profound joy and sorrow is undoubtedly Grandpa Ke. He has lost a loved one, and is now burying his child – a
grief the other hand, he is overjoyed that the restoration of the Central Plains is in sight. Expelling the Tartars was his lifelong ideal;
as long as it is a Han dynasty, he doesn't care whether it belongs to the Song dynasty or not. Now he has a house full of grandchildren, and seeing Guo Jing's two young children
growing up so well, already calling him "Grandpa" before they're even a year old, fills him with immense joy. Fu'er also has a daughter,
Ruiting, whose features vaguely resemble mine, but whose little mouth and chin resemble her maternal grandmother's. If you said she was our child,
more people would probably believe it. Fu'er hasn't asked me about that matter since that day, but a hint of melancholy has appeared in her eyes, making me
want , but I held back.

Everyone enjoyed a happy reunion dinner. Uncle Feng's legs were getting better, but since he was still recovering, he was forbidden from drinking alcohol, so
he could only watch as Eunuch Ke drank. Eunuch Ke drank more than a pound of the three-distilled liquor, and when his energy was up, he wouldn't listen to anyone's advice.
It was a miracle he didn't die from drunkenness... They had their families send them both away.

Because I still had official business to attend to, I instructed my wives to return to the "house" and wait for me. This "house" was
a luxurious, thick felt tent we had captured when we conquered Nanyang. Rong'er, being knowledgeable, knew it was the highest-grade felt tent in Mongolia, second only to the Khan's
golden tent. The tent could accommodate twenty or thirty people, and its interior was lavishly decorated, featuring carved beams and painted rafters. Most precious of all were
the carpets , made from the hides of the fiercest white bears of the northern deserts. To cover a large tent several tens of square meters with bear hides—how could that not be luxurious? These
bear hides were not only soft and delicate to the touch, but also provided excellent warmth in winter. Naturally, no one dared
to compete with me for such a fine item. Now, my darlings are all in much better health, so while we're happy today, let's have some fun tonight. But it won't be a
wanton, unrestrained gathering; we can simply lie down or sit together and enjoy some time together during the New Year.

I carried a jar of wine into the study and saw two people sitting in the shadows. I called out, "Father, you've come?"

The tall man emerged from the corner; it was Ouyang Feng. That night in Shen County, he had injured me, but seeing that I didn't hold a grudge
, the old man, still sentimental, remembered my filial piety towards him over the past few months and couldn't bring himself to hurt me again. He only told me that he had other
matters to attend to and made a one-year promise with me, but unexpectedly, he came eight months late.

The other person came out, and I was taken aback; it was Wanyan Ping… "You?" I asked, putting down the wine jar,
afraid of spilling the wine.

"Your godmother…" Ouyang Feng answered calmly.

Crack… The two wine cups in my left hand still fell to the ground and shattered. Ridiculous, godmother?

Wanyan Ping's gaze towards me held less resentment and more indifference, but when she turned to look at my godfather,
a hint of tenderness appeared.

I chuckled inwardly, my face flushing, and bowed, saying with a smile, "Congratulations, Godfather! Congratulations, Godmother!"

Old Man Ouyang smiled gently, while Wanyan Ping looked a little shy, her gaze softening. The old man held out his right hand, asking
, "Where's the New Year's gift?"

I laughed, "It's the father who should give his son lucky money during the New Year. Why are you asking me for a New Year's gift?"

Ouyang Feng grinned, "Stop talking nonsense. I've given you all my savings, and now I'm penniless. Shouldn't you be paying off your
debts?"

I muttered under my breath, "You're worried about not having money? Just go to any house and you'll find some." As I muttered, my hands
didn't stop; I went to a hidden compartment to retrieve a treasure chest.

Ouyang Feng grinned, "Dad, I just came to take a look."

I moved the entire chest in front of him and opened it, saying, "If it's not enough, just ask!" I had plenty of money; it was for my father anyway, so I
wasn't stingy.

Seeing the box filled with pearls, jade, agate, and half a box of gold, Ouyang Feng nodded and said, "That's enough for now."
He then took a hairpin and pinned it to Wanyan Ping's hair. It was clear that this older man and younger woman were quite happy.
My father still looked like a man in his fifties, a testament to his age-defying skills. Even so, he was like a pear blossom overshadowing a crabapple in the
vast , I thought lewdly to myself. However, not wanting to suffer the consequences of my actions, I dared not show
the slightest disrespect.

I invited him to sit in the seat of honor, knelt down, and respectfully kowtowed, saying, "Your son greets Father with New Year's greetings."

"Hehe, get up," Ouyang Feng turned his head and waved to me. Seeing my father's reaction, I wondered if
he was almost moved to tears. Wanyan Ping, who was standing to the side, was quite sensible. Seeing me hesitate for a long time, she said to me, "
Let skip this."

When asked about their experiences over the past two years, Old Man Ouyang opened up, "The day we parted, I met
Brother Cook. Because you were injured, I asked him to take care of you for a while." I nodded. It turned out that the cook had
escorted me back to Lin'an because of Old Man Ouyang's influence.

Ouyang Feng continued, "When he saw you encounter the officials, he assumed you had official status and used the opportunity to slip away. I
was heading north to Zhongdu to pay respects at Xia Ke'er's grave, but I unexpectedly encountered that brat Lei Tingdao on the way. He had designs on Ping'er, saying that he
lost two junior brothers trying to assassinate you and demanding compensation from Ping'er." He then looked at Wanyan Ping, took her hand, and said,
"I met Ping'er before when I traveled west with Wanyan. We're old acquaintances, so I saved her, and then we got married."

I thought to myself, "She seduced you to come and kill me, didn't she?" I became slightly wary.

Wanyan Ping, seeing my expression, knew I had guessed, and snorted without saying anything. Old Man Ouyang laughed heartily, "Silly boy,
if your father couldn't even persuade her, wouldn't he lose face? After all, her father is alright now; we rescued him."

I suddenly realized, slapping my forehead. Damn it, I forgot who Ouyang Ke's son was… I thought that this was
the reason for Wanyan Ping's change in attitude towards me. A last emperor of the Jin Dynasty couldn't amount to much; let him linger on. "Father, are you here to persuade
me to help him restore his kingdom?"

Ouyang Feng shook his head. "Wanyan is wise; he knows that even if he conquers this land, it won't truly belong to the Jin Dynasty,
so he's decided to retire."

I nodded. Although Wanyan Shouxu wasn't a good emperor, he was a shrewd and pragmatic man. Otherwise, he would
n't have me, let alone his selfish godfather.

Old Man Ouyang continued, "For the past year or so, we've been traveling around and enjoying ourselves. Since my son is so filial
, I'll tell you some news we've gathered."

"Yes, please tell me," I urged him to continue.

"You've been targeted by a major sect in the Northwest," Ouyang Feng said solemnly.

"The Demonic Sect? I've already destroyed them," I laughed, a sigh of relief washing over me.

"No, I know you destroyed the Demonic Sect, but when I returned to White Camel Mountain, I saw someone inquiring about you.
I heard you mention the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny and the Carefree Sect, and out of curiosity, Ping'er and I went up Heavenly Mountain. We discovered that there really is a
Lingjiu Palace on Misty Peak, and I even fought with its master."

"Father, you and the Lingjiu Palace initiated the fight?" I was worried for him, and also felt a surge of excitement. What kind of person was comparable to
the Heavenly Mountain Child Granny?

Ouyang Feng unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a deep palm print embedded in his sternum on his left chest. "The Palace Mistress of Lingjiu Palace, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden Leng Fanghun...
truly lives up to her reputation. It's shameful that I couldn't even withstand a single move from her... She didn't kill me; she's obviously showing you her power. You must be
careful..." Wanyan Ping, ignoring my presence, grabbed her father's arm and sobbed.

I was shocked and quickly checked his pulse, only to discover that all eight of his meridians were destroyed. Not only was his dantian (lower abdomen) shattered...
His dantian must have been severely injured, his heart meridian mostly severed. He was practically a cripple; it was a
miracle he was still alive. I finally understood why they had returned in such a sorry state, even asking me for money. This box of valuables was
for Wanyan Ping, and it also contained a message of entrusting her to someone.

"Guo'er… Father, I can't go on. After I die, please take good care of your godmother, treat her as you would me… This is my
last request," he gasped, blood trickling from his lips. Wanyan Ping wept even harder.
"Ping'er, if you don't want to stay here, take this box of treasures back to your father, find someone else to live with…"

"No, I… Feng Lang… don't leave me," Wanyan Ping sobbed.

My eyes welled up too. I thought to myself that my father was indeed a man of deep feeling and loyalty, and my initial prejudice against Wanyan Ping
gradually faded. Unlike my father, I wasn't desperate. I pulled a medicine bottle from my pocket and smiled, "It's alright, Dad, you won't die." This was the
Life-Saving Pill that Uncle Guo hadn't swallowed. With it, as long as he wasn't dead, there was hope. I handed the bottle to
my father.

He took it, smelled it, and asked, "What's this?"

I smiled without answering, thinking to myself that he was truly an expert in poisons and medicines, recognizing the extraordinary nature of this medicine at a glance.

He said in a trembling voice, "Life-Saving Pill?"

I nodded and urged, "Take it quickly, it will save your life."

He was overjoyed and swallowed it immediately. I didn't dare tell him where I got it from... Watching him swallow it, I also used my internal energy to help
him neutralize the medicinal effects.

After a long while, we both dissipated our internal energy. I had also expended a lot of my inner strength to help him and needed to regulate my breathing. Old Man Ouyang opened his eyes,
his gaze sharp, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Haha... Son, Father has finally seen the light!"

"Feng Lang, are you feeling better?" Wanyan Ping didn't know what the Life-Creating Pill was and didn't dare touch his wounds, but she
still asked anxiously.

"Ping'er, don't worry, I won't die." The old man, having escaped death this time, couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. "I never thought you
would have such a life-saving treasure..."

I smiled bitterly, "Just this one pill, that's all. The remaining external injuries still need to be properly treated. By the way, Father,
what did you say you saw the light?"

Ouyang Feng was in high spirits, holding his wife's hand and smiling at me without saying a word.

Seeing his joy, I vaguely understood something. After thinking carefully, I couldn't help but laugh, "The internal energy in the dantian disperses to
the limbs, and the qi in the chest disperses to the eight meridians. Congratulations on solving this mystery; you've finally made sense of this skill."

Old Man Ouyang was in high spirits. He hadn't expected that the old witch had crippled his martial arts and left him on the verge of death, but
unexpectedly the loss of his power had inadvertently helped him through his most difficult ordeal. "Once my power
recovers, I will definitely repay her kindness," Old Man Ouyang said sinisterly.

I said worriedly, "Father, revenge is a dish best served cold. I've heard that the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect are extraordinary, unparalleled skills.
We need to plan carefully. After all, you now have someone to worry about; please don't act rashly." I teased
my "godmother" with a smile, which made Wanyan Ping blush and stomp her foot, then go to sit down to the side.

My father and I exchanged a smile. He said, "Alright! Then I'll stay here to recuperate. If they come looking for you, I can also
seek justice."

I laughed, "No problem. We'll team up, one for fighting, the other for absorbing the energy. If one comes, we'll kill it; if
two come, we'll slaughter them both."

Ouyang Feng was quite tempted. Although he had escaped death, whether he could recover to his peak condition and when he could recover
were all unknowns. If I could help him find a master to act as a furnace, he believed the progress would be much faster, so he nodded in agreement. I shared some of
my Blood Ginseng Pills, Calming Qi Pills, and the Ganoderma Lucidum Wine I had brewed with my father. He took the medicinal wine, smelled it, and we both
let out laughs that only men understand. "Hehe... good son,

your father hasn't spoiled you for nothing." I laughed, "Father, take it easy. This medicinal wine is very nourishing. It contains four-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the gall of a Cangshan iron-headed snake, wild ginseng, the Cistanche
deserticola you gave me, and wolfberries..."

"Those are good stuff. The four-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and the gall of the iron-headed snake are truly rare finds." We couldn't help but exchange
our .

"You should take it easy these days..." My smile was a little strange, but I still teased him.

"Get lost, you brat."

I hadn't gotten anything important done, but at least I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I invited my father to sit in the yurt, and my
parents happily accepted. When the three of us returned, my wives and concubines were playing mahjong. Xiao Lü had already married
, and the children had all been put to bed by their respective wet nurses. They were playing happily, just waiting for me to come back.

My father knew he had many wives, but he hadn't expected them all to be so beautiful. Even my godmother, Wanyan Ping, kept glancing at me,
seemingly questioning whether I possessed such charm.

My wives, especially Rong'er, looked extremely awkward upon seeing my father, Ouyang. However, after I explained
the whole , they gradually relaxed, finding the pairing of this older man and younger woman quite amusing, and their wariness lessened.
Apart from Rong'er, no one else knew what kind of vicious and ruthless person Ouyang Feng truly was. Suddenly, my father yelled "Ha!" and threw a punch
at Rong'er. Although it lacked power, the angle of the punch was extremely tricky—his signature Serpent Fist.

Fu'er hurriedly tried to draw her sword to protect her mother, but I stopped her, indicating it was alright. Rong'er smiled, thinking, "Perfect timing!" She
used her chopsticks instead of a sword, twisting her body to dodge the punch. The chopsticks, however, wobbled and struck my father's shoulder acupoint.

The old man, having missed his first move, changed his stance, his wrist dropping as he struck Rong'er's lower abdomen with a "White Snake Spitting Tongue" technique. Rong'er's
chopsticks, however, were faster, striking the old man's Fengchi acupoint.

After two moves, the difference in skill was immediately apparent. The old man sighed, "Girl, your skill has improved considerably."

Rong'er smiled slightly, "Old Poisoner, you are indeed injured..." But in her heart, she was worried, wondering who this
expert who was.

"Where is that foolish boy surnamed Guo?" The old man looked around, clearly missing Guo Jing, that trustworthy fool.

His question cast a shadow

of sadness over everyone. I whispered to him, "Uncle Guo has passed away." The old man remained silent, but turned to look at Rong'er, nodding thoughtfully. Having touched upon a somber topic, everyone
naturally dispersed early, though their wariness of Old Man Ouyang had clearly lessened considerably. After escorting the old man, his wife, and Rong'er back to their rooms
to rest, I returned to my tent. It's been a long time since I chatted with my darlings. Tonight, however, I'm lying with my third sister on my left and my right sister on my right.
With Qing'er by my side, Fu'er and Wushuang leaned against my stomach, while Rushi and Ying'er happily clung to my thighs. And then there were the female lechers constantly
harassing my little brother, making me sigh: "With three thousand beauties in the harem,
even an iron rod can be ground into a
needle .

One person touching me is one thing, but a group of female lechers touching me… this is simply intolerable! The New Year is approaching,
but the spring fever in this tent seems to have arrived even earlier. They say many hands make light work, and I finally couldn't control my rising lust.
I stripped all six of my treasures naked and took turns with them all. After I had served the long-absent Fu'er, Wushuang, and Rushi obediently
, each of them moaning and groaning as they experienced more than three satisfying orgasms, we fell asleep contentedly in each other's arms.
Left with only San Niang, Chu Qing, and Ying Er facing my full power. San Niang, wielding her Su Nu Gong and Mending Heaven Technique, still wanted to
compete , but she forgot that I grew stronger with stronger opponents. Dong Xuanzi's Thirty-Six Hands were merciless, changing more than a dozen moves, leaving Chu
Qing and Ying Er, who were watching, in awe as the two of us flew up and down like dragons and phoenixes. San Niang was indeed a formidable opponent, but
she was defeated. I pinned her down on the carpet and fucked her relentlessly until she climaxed for the fifth time, unable to get up to fight again. I also poured my thick semen into her tight honey pot
for the second time. I secretly praised her. San Niang's technique was already mastered, and
with the help of her magnificent breasts and the Mending Heaven Technique, perhaps only Rong Er's more perfect Dragon Pearl Spring Water could surpass her in every way.
Even so , she was still my beloved. I kissed her cherry lips, covered her with a light blanket, and watched her smile as she closed her eyes and fell asleep before
turning to my next target. Qing'er and Ying'er knew they were no match for me, but they were unwilling to surrender. So they decided to join forces for courage,
and in the end, they both begged me to spare them. Qing'er even shamelessly betrayed me, helping me hold Ying'er and
lifting her legs high so that I could kneel and thrust into her with a storm of pleasure, sending Ying'er, who was babbling lewd words of ecstasy, to
the highest heavens. Of course, I wouldn't let this little traitor Qing'er off so easily. She was eventually brought to tears by my fucking, collapsing onto
the carpet in a daze, panting and moaning softly. A large amount of mixed semen and vaginal fluid gushed from her beautiful vagina, making her look incredibly lewd.

The bedchamber was warm, and the spring night was short. As dawn broke, I got up to stretch my waist and legs, thinking that fighting all night was
really tiring. As strong as I am, having accomplished the feat of fucking six women in one night, I needed to replenish myself a little. I stepped on the fur and
suddenly realized that this bear fur was truly exceptional—waterproof and wrinkle-resistant! Despite all that handling, it hadn't been damaged or
stuck together by water stains. But then I thought: % ……&*9-_-# *&……% ￥% …&*, could Kublai Khan have had some on it too
… Oh well, out of sight, out of mind. I'll have a servant clean it properly later… I got up, washed up to make myself look
less disheveled, dressed simply, and headed to the kitchen, only to unexpectedly run into Rong'er. Seeing my haggard face, she
asked with amusement, "Didn't sleep all night again?"

"Yeah, your daughter started it all, she was really getting on my nerves, but I managed to calm her down." I laughed, reaching out to hug my darling. Seeing me misbehaving, Rong'er
nudged me with her elbow and said, "Stop it, there are servants watching."

I touched my nose and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Who would dare to gossip about me?" Everyone knew I was a
ruthless . Although I killed mostly enemies, servants would still think twice before spreading rumors about me.

Rong'er smiled and said, "Alright, enough with the murderous aura during the New Year. Come on, have a bowl of osmanthus and lily porridge this morning."

I thought about it and realized she was right. Who was I arguing with? No one had offended me. I took the porcelain bowl and took a sip. As expected of Rong'er's meticulously
prepared dishes, I couldn't help but praise, "The lilies are sweet, fragrant, crisp, and glutinous; the lotus root is chewy, sweet, and not dry. It not only moistens the lungs and
relieves coughs and soothes the nerves, nourishing yin and tonifying the kidneys. Accompanied by the fragrance of osmanthus, the tenderness of goji berries, the delicacy of rice, and the nourishment
of japonica rice, plus a touch of rock sugar to enhance the flavor, it is a masterpiece of perfect cooking, color, aroma, and taste. Such good food, I'll drink a little and
leave some for Fu'er and Ru Shi."

Seeing how considerate I was, Rong'er smiled and said, "There's plenty more, don't worry." She took a steamer of small steamed
buns that she had prepared for me, and then she frowned and said, "You, you're really being silly. I've told you so many times, but you never listen to me. You have no sense
of restraint at all."

I chuckled, knowing that I probably still looked a bit haggard. If I hadn't worked hard all night and was starving,
I wouldn't have run out to find food so early in the morning. As I stuffed steamed buns into my mouth, I said, "It's alright. Let's
go explore the pass again later. After we take Chang'an, we'll go to Mount Li and soak in the hot springs at Huaqing Pool, watching the winter snow fall and feeling the clear spring water flowing over us. That would be a
truly unique experience." I promised with a smile.

Rong'er smiled as she watched me wolf down my food, tidying my hair behind me. A hint of worry appeared in her eyes, as if she
was concerned about my eagerness for quick success.

I suddenly realized that this pot of porridge had been simmering for at least three hours. Could it be that Rong'er hadn't slept all night, staying here to
cook porridge for us? "Rong'er, didn't you get any rest all night?" I asked, feeling a pang of sadness. It turned out she had also spent
a sleepless night.

"No, I just couldn't sleep... So many things have happened lately, and I just don't feel quite right..." Her
eyes were red. I knew that in the festive atmosphere, she had been thinking of Uncle Guo again.

I hugged her and comforted her, "Don't cry. Uncle Guo may be gone, but I'm still here. I'll be more considerate and loving towards you than he was.
Besides, aren't our children growing up strong and healthy every day?"

Although mentioning the children cheered her up a bit, she was still somewhat saddened. Although Guo Jing wasn't very romantic,
at least he would stay by her side every night. Now, she had to do it secretly, in a way that couldn't be seen by anyone, and she couldn't help but feel wronged.
"Don't mention Brother Jing," she couldn't help but shake her head at me.

I thought she suspected that I had intentionally killed Uncle Guo, so I quickly explained, "Do you think I would have let Uncle Guo die
without saving him?" I once carried him out of a thousand-strong army, and once stole the antidote for him from among ten thousand horses. I think I've done my best.
If Rong'er still has any doubts about me, I'll truly die unjustly.

Rong'er wiped away her tears and said, "Don't overthink it. I didn't suspect you. I just thought of Jing-ge and felt a little sad
. That's all."

Hearing this, I still felt uneasy. Although I also missed Uncle Guo, that didn't mean I wanted
Rong'er to dwell on him forever. They say the dead should be respected, and that's absolutely true. Right now, I really couldn't argue with him. But I truly felt...
Li was unconvinced and sat down to argue with the steamed buns.

Rong'er found it amusing to see me arguing with myself. She wiped away her tears, turned around and closed the kitchen door, then came back behind me
and whispered in my ear, "What's wrong? Are you angry already? I stayed up all night tending the stove to cook porridge for you, and you didn't even say thank you
?"

Seeing her charming and beautiful appearance, most of my anger had already subsided. I knew that my anger was mostly
due to lingering excitement from my reckless behavior all night. Without Rong'er, having only Third Aunt as a extinguisher wasn't enough.
I reached out and pulled Rong'er close, resting my forehead against her firm belly as I whispered, "Thank you. With you spoiling me, I
... I can let my guard down and be as spoiled as I want in front of you. It's because of you that I can turn immense pressure
into motivation to keep moving forward. Your happiness is not only the root of all my actions, but also my driving force. So, don't
leave me, okay? Forever..."

Rong'er knew my feelings, but hearing me say such sentimental words for the first time, she couldn't suppress her excitement, and tears of joy
welled up in her eyes. "I'm not going anywhere... Silly boy, where else can Rong'er go but by your side?" Rong'er hugged
my head, smiling through her tears. He fulfilled his promise step by step, conquering cities and overthrowing kingdoms for me.
The invincible Mongol war beast was repeatedly knocked to the ground by him, licking its wounds in the shadows. Now, the hearts of the army and
the people of Jiangbei rest on Guo'er's shoulders, on the shoulders of a young man who had just turned twenty. Yet he openly called me his
pillar of support, which clearly showed his dependence on me. This child is too tired, both mentally and physically, ruthlessly fighting on the battlefield…
…However, recently his temperament has been worn down, and I worry that he's pushing himself too hard, and he won't be able to hold on in the long run…
…Rong'er is not only proud of me in her arms, but also very worried about my health; otherwise, she wouldn't have stayed up so late
to make me a calming porridge. When she came to her senses, I had already fallen asleep in her arms, which made her both amused and exasperated. Seeing that I
was finally able to calm down, she couldn't bear to wake me.

Rong'er carried my tall frame back to the splendid tent. Third Sister, already dressed, saw this somewhat comical scene and
couldn't help but come over to help Rong'er, asking, "What's going on here?"

Rong'er replied irritably, "This naughty boy, he fell asleep while eating breakfast, and I was afraid he'd catch a cold, so I carried him
back."

This was largely true, though some details were debatable. Third Sister, who knew my personality well,
smiled understandingly, guessing I must have been being affectionate with Rong'er. Before, I only ever acted affectionately towards Third Sister; it was practically her prerogative. But
now that affection was clearly being shared, and it would be strange if she wasn't jealous. However, seeing my relaxed expression in my sleep,
she, who was also worried about my health, breathed a sigh of relief. Was it gratitude? Relief? Or jealousy? Third Sister, who loved me deeply
, herself couldn't quite define her complex feelings at that moment.

When I woke up, it was past 9 AM. Fu'er and Wushuang were still fast asleep in bed, each clinging to one of my arms.
It was obvious that Third Sister, Qing'er, and Ying'er were giving in to them; these past few days, the two of them had been like conjoined twins, sticking to me everywhere. I felt
someone shoving and swallowing my manhood. Although I couldn't reach up to lift the covers, I
recognized – it was that naughty girl, Ru Shi. I straightened my back to indicate I was awake. Ru Shi stopped moving, then climbed up to
my chest, revealing her much thinner face from under the covers, grinning at me. Her hand, however, reached for my penis, and
with a sudden thrust, skillfully took it inside her.

I gently withdrew my hands and stroked Ru Shi's little face, saying, "Weren't you done enough being so wild last night?"

Ru Shi smiled sweetly, her words even sweeter: "Not enough, how could being pampered by you, Master, be enough..."

I smiled too, saying with pity, "Other women gain weight during their postpartum period, but look at you, you're getting thinner and thinner, making your husband worry about you."
Thinking of how she went from death to life on the day of her childbirth, truly teetering on the brink of death, I've pampered her the most these past few days,
holding her in my arms as if afraid she might fly away at any moment.

"I want to live, I want to be with you, Master, for the rest of my life..." Ru Shi smiled sweetly, gently leaning against me and kissing my
chest, expressing her affection for me through her actions.

Just as I closed my eyes to enjoy this warm rhythm, Third Sister lifted the curtain and came in, saying, "Young Master, shouldn't you get up?
Your godfather is waiting for you to have lunch." I agreed, patted Ru Shi's pert bottom, indicating that she could play later. Ru Shi got
up, took off her undergarment, and covered her somewhat unsightly belly. A small gesture revealed her inner insecurity. Giving birth to
my precious son, Zongshe, had taken a heavy toll on her health. Not only were the stretch marks on her abdomen refusing to fade, but
varicose veins had appeared in her legs. Most importantly, her milk ducts were blocked, preventing her from producing milk. The doctor said it was due to the shock and emotional
distress . I was truly afraid she would develop gynecological problems and even depression. I took her little undergarment, helped her
put it on, and kissed her cheek, saying, "There's nothing to hide. It's just a minor ailment. Look, even the scar on your sister Yin's abdomen
has faded. A cheerful mood is more important than anything else."

She nodded, but she still seemed somewhat melancholy. Clearly, her inner turmoil couldn't be resolved with just a few words. I didn't say
anything more It took a lot of effort to help Third Aunt wake up Fu Mei and Wu Shuang, the two lazy girls.

When we got to the side hall, I saw Old Man Ouyang playing with my eldest daughter, so happy he didn't know how to express himself. He greeted me as I entered
, saying, "Guo'er, I just saw that these boys have good potential. When they're a few years older, let them learn martial arts from me."

Linlin said in her childish voice, "Lin'er wants to learn martial arts too, Grandpa, teach me..."

Old Man Ouyang laughed heartily, "Look how clever this child is, knowing that Grandpa is the best. But it's a pity that Grandpa's martial arts aren't suitable for
little girls, otherwise they'd end up with sideburns like Grandpa, and girls wouldn't be pretty." The old man affectionately rubbed
his beard against my daughter's pink cheek, making Third Aunt feel a pang of heartache and want to snatch the child away.

Wanyan Ping smiled and rescued the child from the old man's arms, saying with a laugh, "Stop it, you're making the child uncomfortable."

Linlin then covered her little face and said, "No, no, Linlin doesn't want a big beard, it hurts!" Her words made everyone
laugh .

I thought to myself, your tricks are either ugly or dangerous. It's better if I teach them myself. So when my daughter interrupted me,
I pretended not to hear. I guess my dad also felt that this matter was not urgent, so he didn't urge me to give an answer. Let's just put this matter
aside .

After lunch, Fu'er, Wushuang, and Rushi, still feeling unwell, went back to their rooms to rest. I specifically instructed Third
Sister not to leak the news about our father, especially not to let Eunuch Ke know. Third Sister nodded in agreement. Rong'er and I
had arranged to scout out the defenses of Tongguan. She commanded the two eagles, while we rode westward, passing Hangu Pass and
Xinfeng Port. After traveling another dozen li, we climbed Yunping Peak south of Tongguan and looked down over the pass.

"Tongguan guards the most dangerous pass in the world… To the south is the Qinling Mountains, to the north the Yellow River, and to the east the flat plain of Niantou Plain. In the middle are the Jingou
, Yuanwanggou, and Manluochuan rivers, forming natural defenses that cut across the east and west. It's truly a place even birds can't cross," Rong'er sighed to me.
The Tongguan garrison alone, positioned high above, could easily overwhelm our army. Although the Xinxiang Army was invincible in field battles
, it was no match for ordinary infantry in siege warfare. Moreover, after deducting the Xinxiang troops stationed in various places, I could only spare 30,000 troops,
which was a drop in the ocean against the 50,000 defenders inside Tongguan.

"The Tiger Warriors' sneak attack trick probably won't work either. Look at the strict sentry posts on this pass, with hidden bunkers and fortifications, and
plenty of torches on the city walls. There shouldn't be any openings to exploit at night." I said while looking through my binoculars. The Mongols weren't stupid.
Apart from being helpless against our advanced firearms, their adaptability was absolutely top-notch. Now
was clearly not a good time to try to deceive the city or launch a sneak attack. "The only option is to wait..." I suddenly said.

"Wait?" Rong'er was puzzled by my strategy, but she was also
happy .

"Wait for the opportune moment, then strike..." I replied perfunctorily, but in my heart, I was actually devising a very wicked
idea... Rong'er saw a mischievous smile flash across my face and thought I was up to no good again. She pinched me and said, "What are you thinking about? Why
are you smiling so... naughty..."

Hearing Rong'er coax me, my heart fluttered. I lewdly pulled her into my arms from behind and whispered in her ear, "Since
that night when I picked this flower, I haven't been able to show my dearest Rong'er any affection for so many days. How can I not be overjoyed
?"

Rong'er stroked my hands around her waist and turned her little face to kiss my cheek, saying, "
It's all because you were careless with your words. I haven't dared to get too close to you lately, afraid that Fu'er would suspect something..." She also realized that Fu'er had begun to suspect
the intimacy between the two of us, but she hadn't pressed for more information. Perhaps she didn't want to break the ice and make things
awkward for everyone.

"I miss you so much... so much..." I said to Rong'er, inhaling her hair fragrance with a touch of infatuation.

"Hehe, what do you miss about me?" Rong'er asked, nestled in my arms and drawing circles as I pushed her down onto a clump of withered grass.

"Everything, everything that can awaken my memories of you—your thoughtfulness, your gentleness, your charm,
the fragrance of your hair, your silhouette... Every day on the training ground, I can't help but want to hold you..." I murmured, inhaling the scent of her hair and
holding her hand.

Rong'er already knew my answer, because she felt the same way, deeply in love to the point of no return. "You bad guy... Rong'er too... I
'm captivated by your every glance, every gesture, I'm haunted by your dreams, unable to sleep at night..."

I smiled and whispered in her ear, "Shall we do it here?" A hint of hesitation flashed in Rong'er's eyes, but she
quickly suppressed her shyness and nodded in agreement. Clearly, she had not only been thoroughly tamed by me, but had also reverted to
her mischievous and adventurous spirit from her youth. I sighed inwardly, "Truly worthy of being the daughter of the Eastern Heretic!"

On the way up the mountain, I had already spotted a cave on a nearby cliff. After sending the two eagles away to roam freely, I
eagerly picked up my beloved child and rushed into the cave. The cave wasn't deep, and its half-openness allowed us to see the sun, moon, and stars outside. It was both
secluded and added a touch of shyness in the wild, making both Rong'er and me exceptionally excited. Winter days are short, and by late afternoon
, it was already getting dark. The mountains were silent, and a few stars hung in the night sky, adding to the charm. The cave was dry, with no
signs of wild animals. I spread the felt blanket I had prepared on the ground, removed Rong'er's outer garment, and said with a cheeky smile, "Isn't this wonderful? It's so
close to the earth, allowing us to absorb the essence of the stars and moon."

Rong'er chuckled at my teasing and said, "Stop it, I'm a little cold, come on~"

"Shall we light a fire?" I asked.

Rong'er shook her head and said, "It's fine this way. We can see the stars. Firelight would be less beautiful." Perhaps she was afraid that if she closed the door, she would discover that someone was
on the mountaintop , or perhaps she didn't want me to see her current shy state
. But now that we both have high levels of skill and our six senses are sharp, how could we not see each other's intoxicated expressions?

Rong'er untied the silk sash around my waist and helped me take off my clothes. Watching her careful movements, I couldn't help but lift her little
face and kiss her cherry lips. I swallowed the sweet rouge, and she also absorbed some of my saliva... Until
we were a little thirsty from kissing, I asked with a smile, "Is there still any breast milk?"

Rong'er smiled and nodded. She knew that I loved to drink it and liked to see me acting coquettishly in her arms, so
she always ate foods that promoted lactation and would rather go through the trouble of expressing milk every day to save it for me.

I unfastened Rong'er's inner garment as she straddled me, removed the silk ribbon from her bodice around her jade-like neck, and lifted her
heavy breasts into my mouth. I gently sucked, and the warm, sweet milk, carrying the fragrance of my lover, flowed into my
throat.

"Mmm~" My gentle movements brought Rong'er, whose breasts were already swollen, immense pleasure. Her left hand encircled the back of my neck,
pressing my head into her embrace, encouraging me to drink as much as possible; her right hand reached down to my crotch, groping for my massive member.
I laboriously pulled down my trousers, and my eight-inch member stood erect. Under the caress of Rong'er's soft, boneless hands, it
was like adding fuel to the fire; I could even hear the "crunching" sound of it swelling and about to burst. Rong'er knew this wasn't the right way
to soothe its restlessness. Smiling, she gently pushed me down onto the felt mat, pulled down her underpants, and then
aimed her vulva at the shaft of my penis. With a "plop," my enormous member returned to its paradise of pleasure.

Rong'er held the initiative, writhing her full, fleshy waist against me, her snow-white buttocks slamming against
my thighs, producing shameful sounds of flesh colliding that echoed between the walls. Our fingers intertwined, our lips and tongues locked in a passionate kiss,
seemingly wanting only to merge our bodies more deeply. She straddled me for over twenty minutes, and seeing her panting
heavily gestured for her to switch. Rong'er nodded, and we took over
the initiative.

I chuckled as I propped myself up, cupping Rong'er's plump buttocks in my hands and placing her long, beautiful legs on my
shoulders , gesturing for her to brace her hands on the felt blanket behind her. Rong'er, her eyes filled with anticipation, lifted herself up, fully
cooperating with my movements.

I tossed her up and down, her head tilted back, as if she were gazing at the starry sky from the mountainside, seemingly
wanting to reach out and pluck a star from the heavens. "Mmm~ This is so much fun! Look at the Northern Hemisphere, it seems especially bright tonight." Rong'er
, tired of supporting herself with her hands, simply lay down, stretching her right hand out in front of her eyes as if reaching for the stars.

I kissed her round, plump little feet, saying, "What's so special about the stars? They're nothing compared to one of Rong'er's little toes—no, not
even as beautiful as a single hair on our darling's head." I ran my tongue over Rong'er's soles, laughing as I spoke.

"Giggle...you're so annoying~you know I'm ticklish...stop it..." Rong'er kicked my face with her little feet
and then ignored me, continuing to observe the stars.

"Hey! My female strategist, this is time for lovemaking, not for stargazing..." I couldn't help but complain.

Rong'er laughed and broke free from my embrace. Our lower bodies separated with a "pop," and Rong'er, barefoot, lay
on the edge of the cave wall, gazing thoughtfully at Tongguan Pass below.

I was completely defeated. It was my first time having sex in the wild, and I had put so much effort into building up the mood, but my darling wasn't responding.
This was a huge blow to me. I angrily pulled this brat back and asked indignantly, "
What are you doing? Are the stars prettier than me?" I was in the throes of passion, my lust almost overwhelming me, but she was playing hide-and-seek with me
... Seeing my frustration, Rong'er pursed her lips and stopped talking. I pounced on her and we continued our beautiful creation
project . Rong'er stopped looking at the sky and instead devoted herself entirely to our communion of spirit and flesh. This time, she was completely engrossed,
and our wild, animalistic union transformed our extraordinary energy into an inexhaustible source of power. We entwined passionately, our low
moans and gasps echoing through the cave... Within an hour, Rong'er reached six climaxes, and I, in turn,
released my life essence into her three times.

As the fervor of our lovemaking subsided, we sat embracing at the cave entrance, gazing at the twinkling stars in the sky. There was no ulterior motive; we
simply appreciated the beauty of the night and enjoyed its tranquility… “Moonlight, a woman’s fragrance, tears shatter the sword, how long is the love? How much pain,
thinking of you, forgetting you. A lonely soul, drifting with the wind, who will laugh? The infatuated lover; in this battlefield of the mortal world, among thousands of troops, who can reign supreme?
Passing the test of love, who dares to brave it? Gazing at the bright moon, my heart is desolate. A thousand years of hatred, tasted in reincarnation, with eyes closed, who is the most mad? Though this world is unpredictable, those who dare to love
are destined to live a lifetime of longing.” I held Rong’er in my arms, gently swaying and humming a song I knew intimately, Hu Yanbin’s “
Moonlight,” though the last two lines were too sorrowful, so I slightly altered them.

Rong'er nestled in my arms, swaying gently to the rhythm of my movements, carefully savoring the lyrics. Every word seemed to resonate with our
hearts. She couldn't help but ask, "This song... did you compose it?"

I, too, felt a connection; I hadn't expected my feelings to resonate so perfectly with this "Moonlight Sonata." So, shamelessly plagiarizing once more, I nodded
and said , "I'll sing this song only for you, okay?"

Rong'er, tears welling in her eyes, smiled and nodded. Suddenly remembering something, she composed herself and said to me, "I just
observed the stars. The Heart and Tail constellations in the east have shifted positions, and the Kui Dipper in the west reflects the Big Dipper in the central palace. This is an omen of metal generating water. I predict
a heavy rain within three days, accompanied by a day and night of strong southeasterly winds." Rong'er said, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Borrowing the east wind?" Based on Rong'er's prediction, I guessed it was a frontal cyclone. Did they want us to swim upstream
across the Yellow River and then deliver a devastating blow? "Rong'er, do you mean to attack Tongguan from the rear?"

Rong'er shook her head and said, "I observed that the western defenses of the pass are weak, while the defenses of Chang'an city are undefended. Now it's early spring, the dry season, and
it's not difficult to travel upstream on the Yellow River. Why don't we transport a hundred cavalry across the river, blow open the gates of Chang'an, and then make it appear as if we're about to launch a major attack by water
, making the enemy hesitant and causing them to divide their forces to defend Chang'an? I estimate that this could weaken Tongguan's defenses by half in one fell swoop."

"Hmm, a good 'flowers blooming on a tree' strategy. I'll add a 'playing the zither and blowing the flute' strategy to him, and he'll surely
rush to retreat." I chuckled.

Rong'er tilted her head and looked at me, not understanding the meaning behind my words. I chuckled again and didn't explain further to her. Back in Luoyang,
I summoned Feng Mofeng and the best hundred craftsmen from the armory, and handed them over the loudspeaker design I had created. The so-called technical
difficulties were nothing more than a magnetic coil, a diaphragm, and a hand-cranked power storage device. After years of training, these were no problem
at all . Simultaneously, I had the cavalry battalion cover the engineers digging tunnels, pushing the front line 300 meters from Tongguan, and setting up
a hidden horse trap. This work was carried out concurrently with the development of the loudspeaker. By

dusk the following day, I received the first batch of successfully tested products. Although still somewhat rudimentary, requiring a
hand-cranked generator to achieve the desired sound, the sound quality was good, and it was environmentally friendly—that was the only consolation I could offer.

That night, the area below Tongguan was extremely lively. Gunfire erupted from the direction of Xinfeng Port to the north of the pass. The Mongol army inside the pass sent out
scouts but to no avail, and they returned disappointed… Half an hour later, gunfire, war drums, and battle cries rang out again below the city gate, a powerful and overwhelming force like
an army of 100,000 attacking. The garrison inside Tongguan Pass saw only a cloud of dust rising outside the pass and dared not rashly venture out to engage in battle. A volley of arrows rained down,
and by the time the dust settled, our Xinxiang army had already retreated half a mile and concealed themselves. The commander guarding Tongguan Pass was completely bewildered,
but still obeyed Kublai Khan's orders to hold the pass.

Half an hour later, battle cries erupted from Yunping Mountain south of the pass, and the entire mountain was illuminated by torches as if it were daytime. Unfortunately, the general guarding
Tongguan Pass was a veteran who had participated in the Samarkand raid. Thinking our army was about to repeat the events of twenty years prior, he hastily
mobilized a large number of archers and placed the area under martial law. However, after waiting for half an hour, the troop I had sent up the mountain as a diversionary force had already withdrawn,
resulting in … We rotated 500 men each night, repeating this tactic with the Mongols for three nights. This not only
exhausted the 50,000 defenders inside the pass, but even the usually patient Kublai Khan couldn't help but fly into a rage, sending a 10,000-strong force out of the pass to sweep through. However,
they mistakenly fell into a trap I had set in front of the pass, losing 3,000 warhorses in vain. He was both furious and resentful, yet
powerless .

Early on the fourth day, news arrived that Xue Ba, who had launched the surprise attack on Chang'an's gates, had successfully breached the north and west gates of Chang'an according to our established strategy
. This victory made me tremble with excitement. If we could open the gateway to Guanzhong in one fell swoop, then…
The entire territory south of the river could return to the hands of the Han Chinese people. This was a crucial battle; only success was acceptable, failure was not an option. Xue Ba
had made a pledge to me, demonstrating his determination to fight with all his might. I knew that with his character, once he had such resolve,
he would absolutely not give up until he achieved his goal. And now, he had truly done it. Because at Tongguan, Kublai Khan's central army banner had
begun to slowly withdraw, moving westward.

With siege weapons such as catapults, ballistae, and ladders set up, I ordered the attack. The defenders on the pass were
suppressed by the explosives hurled onto the city walls by cannons and catapults, but they still stubbornly resisted, shields raised, braving bullets. The siege lasted for nearly seven hours, until finally, a surprise attack team returning from
Chang'an raided Tongguan's undefended rear, opening the gates of Tongguan for our army. In this battle, our army suffered heavy losses.
Even with meticulous planning and the assistance of cutting-edge technology, the number of seriously wounded and killed still exceeded ten thousand, demonstrating the impregnable
defenses of Tongguan Pass. Although most of the casualties were newly recruited soldiers, such losses were still somewhat
unbearable. Even greater devastating news came from the raiding party. When my subordinate general, Wang Dingliu, trembling, handed me Xue Ba's blood-stained helmet and
waist badge , I truly couldn't believe that I had lost this old comrade-in-arms with whom I had fought for so many years.

Without time for grief, I handed over all three thousand prisoners of war to the rear guard and continued to lead the Wolf Cavalry, the Iron Wall, the musketeer corps, and the scout battalion
on a rapid advance towards Chang'an. Along the way, our army repelled three Mongol attacks, but my expression grew
increasingly relaxed. Ma Guangzuo, standing beside me, asked, "Hey, what are you laughing at?"

I turned to look at this rough man helplessly. He was practically the only one in the Xinxiang Army who dared to speak to me like that. I guessed
this petty fellow was still angry about the trick I used to trick him into joining the army back then. He was sure I wouldn't get angry over such a small matter,
so I explained for him, "Look at the retreat traces of the Mongol cavalry. From the initial orderly retreat to the gradual disarray, it means that
news of our capture of Tongguan has already reached Kublai Khan's central army, and they've panicked. And now the gates of Chang'an are wide open, almost
undefended . The three lines of defense we encountered were clearly hastily erected by the enemy to delay us. If I'm not mistaken,
Kublai Khan has already fled north."

"Company Commander, should we pursue?" Niu San asked for my opinion from the side, clearly still unable to let go of Old Xue's death.

I gazed northward, sighed softly, and said, "Ah, well, let's take Chang'an first." With that, I charged into the enemy ranks, my Xuan Tie
sword . The Divine Eagle cried out, following closely to my right, also charging into the enemy camp. It had practically become my
personal guard commander on the battlefield. Furthermore, folk tales claimed that the Divine Eagle was the reincarnation of Marshal Yue Fei, whose courtesy name was Pengju.
This claim was widely accepted throughout the land. Therefore, the people passed down the story that I was
the successor appointed by the Martial Saint, Yue Fei. My flamboyant personality wouldn't let such an opportunity to boast pass me by, so the Divine Eagle became
the symbol of my central army.

Our army easily captured Chang'an. The greatest credit naturally went to the fallen Xue Ba and the soldiers of the Tiger Warrior Battalion.
Kublai Khan fled north to Anding in haste, facing our army across the river while maintaining pressure on us. This made me realize that having such a
formidable opponent, who never gave up despite defeat, made my life less dull; we even developed a mutual respect for each other
.

In the spring of 1241, with the recapture of Bianjing (Kaifeng), the Southern Song court changed its reign title from Jiaxi to Chunyou. On the surface, the title had changed,
but Emperor Lizong naturally dared not walk into a trap. Therefore, the situation between the North and South remained unchanged, or perhaps even more tense
. However, I neither depended on others for survival nor had to be subservient to anyone. So what if you consider me a powerful lord?
The outwardly fierce but inwardly weak Ding Daquan and Han Yanli, who had just been promoted due to the retirement of the old Privy Councilor Bie Zhijie, feared day and night that I would storm Lin'an,
and naturally dared not provoke me.

"Mmm...so comfortable..." In the pond, Qing'er, straddling me and moving rhythmically, let out a comfortable moan. It was unclear whether it was
the hot springs of Lishan that were so pleasurable, or simply the dragon-shaped spear I had thrust into her. On a spring night in February, I had sneaked out of the palace with the three of
them . Amidst the open-air hot springs and the beautiful scenery of snow-covered branches, we enjoyed the unbridled
freedom of being under the open sky.

Qing'er was the most uninhibited in the wild; we had first met and formed our bond at the water's edge. Third Sister
's face was flushed, whether from the steam or from recalling our wild adventures in the mountains. I had Rong'er's waist wrapped around my left arm, and
drank a cup of apricot blossom wine that Third Sister had poured for me, enjoying Qing'er's playful attack as she wrapped her arms around my neck . "We definitely wo
n't lose today! We'll make you fear us, right, sisters?" Qing'er urged, twisting her waist against me . I pulled my hands away, gently pinched Qing'er's delicate nose, and chuckled, "Silly girl, still trying to fish in troubled waters? Looks like you haven't wasted these past few months studying military strategy. But you don't know your husband has a secret weapon, one that none of you have ever seen." "Hmm? What else are you hiding from us?" My words piqued not only Qing'er's interest, but even my closest friends Third Sister and Rong'er, protested, asking in coquettish voices. But seeing that they didn't seem to know either, they calmed down a bit, realizing I had some mischievous plan to use against them again. "Hehe... my biggest secret is... the Dugu Nine Kiss, as sharp as the Dugu Nine Swords, specifically designed to kiss all the sensitive spots on my wife's body, making my darling's desire surge and become irresistible. How about that? Sounds amazing, right? Haha..." "Hmm~ Don't do that, you lecher! I just remembered, you used to love glancing at people's vulnerable spots . So you've been up to no good all along." Rong'er blushed deeply at my cold joke, protesting coquettishly. She had the most profound understanding of the Dugu Nine Swords , which explained why I had only dabbled in swordsmanship back then. It turned out she had already been plotting something. No wonder I used to lewdly glance at her; she hadn't even realized how many times I'd been spying on her. Qing'er chuckled, "So that's how it is. I've even seen him look at my junior sister like that before. Sisters, how should we punish him?" Third Sister chimed in, reporting, "And Xie Wanqin and Yuan Jiejie..." I thought to myself, "This is bad. If this continues, all my secrets will be dug up by my darlings." What made me want to vomit blood was Qing'er's gossip: "By the way, my husband looks at Wan Yanping with the same kind of gaze." I almost spat out blood. This was too shocking! Even if I'd fantasized about Lingbo and Xiao Lü, I 'd never even looked at Wan Yanping... I quickly denied it, "Don't talk nonsense! I don't like that kind of thing. Only my dad would be so indiscriminate ."

"Haha...you're talking bad about your godfather behind his back, I'm going to tell Xiao Pingping." Qing'er seemed to have gotten
quite close to Wanyan Ping lately, and said to me with a smile.

"Ha, you crazy woman, now I can't handle you anymore, can I?" Seeing her getting more and more out of control, I pulled
her to the edge of the pool and slapped her twice to stop her madness.

"Hey, Guo'er, do you think your godfather's thing can still stand up?" Rong'er was also caught up in Qing'er's madness and joined
the discussion .

I almost vomited blood again, but then I thought about it, and actually I was quite curious myself. Letting go of Qing'er, I hugged Rong'er and said:
"Look at how lovey-dovey those two are, it seems like Dad is doing pretty well, but how strong can a seventy-year-old man be? Hehe
..." I couldn't help but fantasize about Wanyan Ping being fucked by my dad and screaming wildly, and I couldn't help but hug Rong'er and give her a passionate kiss.

"Hmm~ No way! I say one thing and I get hit, but Sister Rong said I can kiss you?" Qing'er protested
, throwing herself my arms for attention.

"Silly girl, hitting is kissing! Hitting you is kissing you." I grabbed my darling's big bottom and gave it a good squeeze
. As I spoke, I felt my erect penis suddenly enter a warm mouth. Looking up, I saw the
restless Third Sister, kneeling between my legs, diligently sucking and spitting out her milk to clean me. Noticing my gaze, she looked up and
smiled at me.

Rong'er and Qing'er noticed our little actions and pressed their chests forward, their white breasts right in front of me.
I felt so bad for not having a mouth; I was truly torn. Even though Rong'er was breastfeeding, Qing'er's breasts were still
a size larger. But Rong'er had "good stuff," so I held one in each hand and sucked on them simultaneously, giving me
such wouldn't care if the heavens were jealous or I was struck by lightning. Third Sister wasn't to be outdone. As another woman with a broad mind, she
held her two jade-like breasts, sandwiched my eight-inch sausage like a hot dog, and stuck out her fragrant tongue to constantly tease my wide-open, angry
purple jade vajra, as if it were the most worshipped idol in the world. With the same soft, smooth touch and the same infatuated, persistent gaze,
under the focused attention of the three beautiful women vying for attention in their breast-fighting contest, I quickly ejaculated. Third Sister's chest, face,
and even the ends of her hair were covered in my gushing seed… After laughing and making a ruckus, I got up, panting heavily. I hadn't
expected Qing'er to be so right; I had truly been defeated by their three ingenious new tricks. I had already
boasted , but my "Nine Kiss of Dugu" technique failed before I even got started—I was utterly defeated. This was a real blunder. Then I saw
Qing'er fooling around right under my nose again, pestering Rong'er for that fake phoenix and real dragon game. Third Sister's beautiful breasts still glistened with
liquid , yet she knelt obediently at my feet, carefully licking away the last bit of semen remaining in my gun barrel. Her earnest
expression, coupled with her incredibly lewd actions, was a seductive display of a nymphomaniac, instantly arousing me once again.

Qing'er had long admired Rong'er's perfect breasts, and now, with curiosity, she took a sip of the milk, saying, "So
this the first time Qing'er has ever tasted it."

"Silly sister, when you have children, you'll have them too...hehe, your breasts are so full, they'll be even more spectacular
when ." Rong'er also took the opportunity to curiously weigh Qing'er's 'weapons,' holding them in her hands, feeling their weight like two mounds
of flesh, making her quite envious. On the other hand, she felt like she was becoming a little milk cow herself, wanting to taste them because of her curiosity
, but she couldn't push Qing'er away, so she could only smile wryly.

Qing'er said again, "Sister's are so beautiful, not only is the shape like a peach, but even the color is like one, so bright red... My
bad husband has ruined my looks here..." Qing'er complained as she looked at me.

Rong'er smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll teach you a few techniques. Massage yourself often to relax, so there won't be any blood pooling, and you won't
look bad anymore. Later, I'll also prepare some topical cream for you. I guarantee that in a few months, you'll look beautiful again."
Rong'er smiled and pursed her lips. This exclusive recipe was indeed her proud creation.

"Really that good? Tell me how to do it!" Hearing Rong'er say this, even Third Sister's eyes lit up. She abandoned
me and rushed into Rong'er's arms without hesitation. She and Qing'er pressed themselves against Rong'er, begging her to teach them the secret recipe.

"Hmm, three ounces of kudzu root, five mace of yam, and an appropriate amount of soaked soybeans and horsetail grass. Grind them into a paste and apply it to your chest for
a whitening and shaping effect. I'll prepare the specific recipe myself." Rong'er took the initiative to show her goodwill, not only revealing the recipe but also
offering to help prepare the medicine, making it impossible for Third Sister and Qing'er not to know her feelings. Now their close relationship was even more unbreakable.

I, who had been left out, learned my lesson and decided not to let the three of them surround me again. I decided to attack them
one by one . Seeing them chattering enthusiastically by the pond, I was worried that they would catch a cold. I told Third Sister and Qing'er
to wait for me to return. I picked up Rong'er and took her to the Pixiang Hall of Huaqing Palace. I wiped her body clean and wrapped her up to keep her warm. I
whispered a few words to her, and she nodded with a chuckle. Then I turned and left the Pixiang Hall.

I carried San Niang and Qing'er back to their rooms one by one, settling them in
Fei Shuang Palace, which was closer to Yi Chun Palace where Fu'er and Wu Shuang lived. "Hey? Where's Sister Rong?" Qing'er asked, turning her head as I carried her into the room, realizing the number was wrong.

"Hehe, I can't let you two be so close together, it'll only have a bad influence on each other. Yin'er is the most obedient." I laughed and
tossed Qing'er onto the soft couch. The large, palm-fiber bed was covered with more than a dozen layers of thick velvet from the Western Regions, so there was no need to worry about
her getting hurt. I took the opportunity to tease her a little.

Qing'er, naked and soaking wet, was tossed into the air by me, letting out a scream in fright. She landed and realized she'd been tricked. She clung to her third sister, who
had already dried herself off, and said sweetly, "Big sister, look, he bullied me again, and you didn't even say anything!"

Her third sister pinched her little nose and said, "When you're always teasing your sister with him, why don't you ever think to help me?"

Seeing her trick hadn't worked, Qing'er grinned mischievously, revealing her little tiger teeth, and pounced on her third sister, laughing, "Actually, it's because
big sister so charming! Not only does our master love to bully you, but even I, as your younger sister, can't resist wanting to bully you a little
. You can't entirely blame me, can you? Besides, at this time, we should unite against the enemy and fight together against foreign aggression." At this moment, she even remembered the lines from my rallying speech
; she seemed genuinely anxious. Her third sister and I were both defeated by this increasingly mischievous little brat.

Third Sister laughed, amused by her, "No wonder my husband says you're getting more and more sunken as you grow up. You've really amused me. I won't blame you
anymore . You're such a clever girl, you're so good at making people like you. Now you don't even like me anymore, you're always hanging around Sister Qing'er."
"Sister Qing'er called after her." Third Sister was at her wit's end with her, and hugged her, laughing and scolding. The following year, I had more and more free time,
and spent more and more time with my wives. Chu Qing, Ying'er, and Ru Shi, who used to be somewhat repressed, are now much more cheerful,
though I only slightly felt that Qing'er had become a little too cheerful.

We chatted for a while about my fourth brother preparing for his wedding ceremony in Jiangxia, and about my godfather and Wanyan Ping, who lived nearby in a side hall of Huaqing Palace. After I had
lulled my two darlings to sleep, I got up to check the water clock; it was past Hai Shi, around 10:30 PM. I
put on my clothes and quietly left Feishuang Palace, returning to Pixiang Palace where Rong'er was. Rong'er had already hidden herself in a silk embroidery ball. Inside, beneath a brocade quilt embroidered with
phoenixes and dragons , she slept peacefully by the red candlelight, her lips slightly upturned in a dream—truly a picture of beauty surpassing even the flowers, a scene of spring slumber.

I couldn't bear to wake her, so I removed my own robe and slipped naked into the quilt, embracing Rong'er tightly
. This familiar position brought me back to our first time together, to that muddy, communal
inn in the middle of nowhere. Though the palaces now gleamed with splendor, nothing could compare to the joy I felt back then.

Rong'er had been waiting for me, so she wasn't sleeping soundly. Feeling my warmth, she awoke with a soft moan, her beautiful eyes lazily
opening , and sweetly said, "You're back?"

I smiled and nodded, gently kissing her forehead. She snuggled into my arms, murmuring, "So
warm , I really don't want to leave this embrace..."

I don't know when it started, but holding her like this for a while had become a luxury. I felt I owed her so much...
Suddenly, smelled the delicate fragrance of lotus dew on Rong'er and thought: You naughty girl, you were all prepared, but you're still pretending to be asleep. "Rong'er?
You usually only like the scent of orchids and gardenias, why are you smelling lotus today?"

"Hmm? The lotus pond outside the palace is in full bloom, just to add to the scene!" Rong'er giggled in my arms, then lazily snuggled back into
my embrace.

I adored this charming little woman and smiled, "I suddenly remembered that not-so-good
roadside inn , and at the same time, I felt the same way Duan Yu was when he said those words to Miss Wang in the muddy pond." "The reason I told stories so well later
was simply because Rong'er was the first listener of all my stories. During the three years we lived together, in my spare time while studying, I would
tell her a little story. Naturally, the romantic scenes of Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan trapped at the bottom of the well were the ones I emphasized. When Rong'er heard me
say this, she nestled in my arms and smiled knowingly, kissing my chest and saying, 'I also often think of that town,
that little shop.'

I cupped her pretty face and asked with a smile, 'I still don't understand why you agreed to be with me back then... I was so overjoyed,
I almost went crazy with happiness.'" "

Rong'er, moved by the moment, wrapped her arms around my neck and we shared a deep kiss. After a long while, our lips parted, and she murmured, 'I thought you were teasing me on purpose. After all, you've
always been so disrespectful and treat me less and less like your master. I just wanted to use the Soul Transfer Technique
to teach you a lesson... People see how carefree you are usually, and I wanted to see if you loved Fu'er more or
San Niang more...' She never expected that the answer she received would leave her both embarrassed and surprised. She never imagined that the deepest love
hidden was actually her.

Only then did I remember that I had been hypnotized in my sleep that day. It turned out that she had indeed used the Soul Transfer Technique to trick me, but she had unexpectedly managed to
extract the deepest secret from my heart." Instantly, tears streamed down my face. Ah, thank you, Senior Huang Shang; thank you, Wang Chongyang;
thank you Lin Chaoying… thank you for the accumulated virtue of my ancestors! I've actually stumbled upon the Soul Transfer Technique by accident. I pieced together
the events of that time. It seems that, unconsciously, I automatically activated a counterattack of mental suggestion, causing Rong'er
to suffer a slight backlash under my focused attention. This led her to half-heartedly submit to my advances, becoming my devoted possession.

I laughed and told Rong'er my guess. She found it somewhat absurd; she hadn't expected that a clash of mental energy would produce
such an effect. Fortunately, we did indeed have feelings for each other. But if Rong'er hadn't taken the initiative, we might
never have been together.

"Guo'er, sing that song for me, okay?" "Rong'er murmured in my arms.

Since the beauty has decreed it, I should gladly serve. Holding Rong'er, I softly hummed 'Moonlight' once more. The beautiful
melody and poignant lyrics always brought tears to Rong'er's eyes, and this time was no exception. She remained
devoted to this song, and couldn't help but softly harmonize with me: 'Moonlight's color, a woman's fragrance, tears breaking the sword, how long is love; how much pain, thinking of you, forgetting
you. A lonely soul, drifting with the wind, who will laugh? A devoted lover; in this battlefield of the mortal world, among thousands of troops, who can reign supreme? Passing the test of love,
who dares to venture forth, gazing at the bright moon, heart filled with sorrow. A thousand years of regret, tasted in reincarnation, with eyes closed, who is the most mad? Though this world is unpredictable,
those who dare to love are destined to gaze upon each other for a lifetime.' After finishing the song, her pillow was again wet with tears, and she couldn't help but softly ask me, 'Are those who dare to love truly destined
to gaze upon each other for a lifetime?' " "

Now that I'm gradually rising to a higher position, the more obligations and responsibilities are attached to me, the more I find myself helplessly drawn into
the vortex of power. Rong'er's status is awkward; she can't remain hidden behind me. So she worries that we can't grow old together. Will we be able to look at each other
from the sidelines, or from afar? That is the question.

" I said earnestly, "Once the world is at peace, we'll travel the world and stop worrying about these troublesome matters. At the current
pace, I think it won't be long before our wish comes true."

Rong'er shook her head and said, "That's true, but you are too important to this world. No one can take your place at
the helm. Can you bear to abandon this foundation and let it crumble?"

I smiled and said, "When everything is stipulated by law and bound by the power of law, rather than
changing according to one person's likes and dislikes, it is a truly stable social system. The common people have land to cultivate, artisans abide by the rules, merchants pay
taxes and conduct business according to the law, officials are self-disciplined, and the people exercise their supervisory power." The fourth point in our discussed strategy
was to establish schools and promote basic education, instilling this mindset into the grassroots. Once this ideology takes root, if
anyone attempts to restore the old order, the people will spontaneously rise up to overthrow tyranny. I always placed myself above this era
, existing as an observer, a monitor, without excessive personal motives, simply to
guide our history in a completely new direction before Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism rigidifies the Chinese mindset and emasculates the nation's pride.

But… after discussing such a serious topic, my enthusiasm vanished completely. Rong'er also seemed a little sleepy.
She was reluctant to let me leave so easily, after all, I didn't have much time to spend with her, and
moments were even rarer. Unexpectedly, our conversation kept circling back to business. "It seems we're both
people who worry about the country and its people..." I said with a wry smile.

"Isn't that a disaster for the country and its people?" Rong'er asked with a smile.

I simply held her gently, not arguing with her further, otherwise the topic might have been dragged
back .

Rong'er stopped arguing with me, quietly curling up in my arms like a kitten, accompanying me in my daydreams. Closing my eyes,
I seemed to see the snow outside the window falling on the ground, on the eaves, into the pond, and into my heart... Sometimes, the thick
snow falling from the eaves made us clearly hear the sound of nature's silence, and accompanying that quiet sound
were our heartbeats and breaths.

I noticed Rong'er's heart racing, knowing I hadn't satisfied her tonight, so I teased her in the ear, "Bai Juyi once wrote:
'In the spring chill, the emperor bestows a bath at Huaqing Pool, the smooth hot spring waters cleanse her delicate skin. A maid helps her up, languid and weak, just as she receives the emperor's favor.' '
How about you not get up tomorrow morning?'"

"If you were to say 'From now on, the emperor will not hold court,' wouldn't Fu'er grab her weapon and stage a full-blown brawl here?" she laughed
, lightly hitting me.

I chuckled, "I don't think so, Fu'er is the most filial." It's related to my upbringing; even a big tiger has been
tamed into a little lamb. Although she was rebellious during adolescence, Fu'er is now a model wife and mother.

"Didn't the girl ask you about that day?" Even though three or four months had passed, Rong'er still asked somewhat guiltily.

"No, but I guess she's like an ostrich; as long as it's not too outrageous, she turns a blind eye." "
Having had a falling out with Uncle Guo over Third Sister once, I know that such drastic measures won't work, especially since they're
mother and daughter. If things escalate into a deep-seated feud, it'll be troublesome.

" "An ostrich?" Rong'er had never seen an ostrich before and asked curiously.

"Hmm... On the grasslands of the far west, there's a bird with a featherless neck. It's very large, can't fly, but runs
very fast. Its neck is very long, and it doesn't look like a divine eagle..." Seeing that Rong'er was starting to compare ostriches to divine eagles, I quickly
corrected her: "This bird is robust, but extremely timid. When startled, it runs away, and if it can't escape, it plunges its head into a soft
pit of earth, not caring about its body—a typical case of prioritizing the head over the rear." Rong'er

understood what the ostrich meant, nodded, and thought it was quite apt to compare it to Fu'er's current state of mind. She couldn't help but sigh
, "Sigh... It's all your fault, you stinky, troublesome guy... In two more years, when Xuan'er and Polu are grown up, how are we going
to explain this to them?" Rong'er said with difficulty.

I shrugged and said, "Anyway, I, this irresponsible father, haven't left them anything. I guess they don't care about
a little bit of reputation."

Rong'er pinched me angrily and said, "But we can't let the children carry this burden for their whole lives, can we? It's our problem,
so the children shouldn't have to bear it." She had a lot of negative emotions tonight, which meant these issues had been weighing on her mind for a long time.
Seeing my predicament, she realized that these issues shouldn't be directed at me alone. After all, many of these
decisions . "I'm sorry, don't blame me for losing control of my emotions. I just felt I should say it and discuss it with you properly. You won't
find me annoying, will you?" I shook my head and said, "

I understand. Of course, it's all my fault. I focus my energy on other things every day and don't think enough about the children's
future . Rong'er should remind me of this kind of consideration more often, and I will definitely consider it seriously." Sometimes
our communication is more focused on the spiritual level. Although it feels good, it ultimately cannot fully express all of each other's emotions, and
some basic communication is neglected.

My careful listening and understanding gave Rong'er an unparalleled sense of security and reliability. She was involuntarily comforted
and felt that her worries were somewhat unnecessary. As long as we both consider it seriously, I believe there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome. With her mood
relaxed, she couldn't help but feel a little restless. Rong'er gently squirmed in my arms, hinting at her needs.

I smiled slightly, held her delicate hands, and kissed them, saying, "Rong'er, do you know what's the most beautiful part of your body?"

Rong'er thought for a moment but couldn't guess my answer. She shook her head and asked, "Then what do you like most about me?" "

I love everything about you..." I said in a cheesy way. A hint of disappointment flashed in Rong'er's eyes; clearly, this vague
answer didn't satisfy the beauty. I continued in a cheesy way, "I love your hands the most, so soft and boneless, and your nails are
so beautifully manicured. Luckily, you don't like practicing finger-flicking magic. These soft hands are so delicate and versatile, so full of creativity... Most importantly...
we'll be holding hands for a lifetime, so we must cherish them."

"Hehe... Ugh~ This is so cheesy, I'm about to throw up." "Rong'er was practically choking on my cheesy
words, but they were more pleasing to her than ginseng fruit. So, old methods don't matter; what matters is that the beauty likes it. I gently kissed
my way up her fair wrist, focusing my attack on her armpit. This was a very sensitive spot on Rong'er's body;
every time I kissed her there, I'd see her blush and look alluring. 'Mmm... itchy... a tingling, uncomfortable feeling, stop it...
' she gently pushed me away, but her blissful expression betrayed her again.

'I told you my Dugu Jiu kiss was amazing, didn't I?'" "I nibbled on Rong'er's earlobe, whispering in her ear.

"You're just good at bullying women... with those lewd tricks, and you're so smug about it... Hmm~" Before Rong'er could
finish speaking, I mischievously slipped my tongue into her earlobe and gently licked it, sending
a jolt through her body like an electric current. The forbidden sensation of shame and pleasure left Rong'er speechless. She took my hands and led them to her paradise
.

My right hand searched for that one red bean among the lush grass, while my middle finger probed into Rong'er's lower body, thrusting in and out
while massaging her G-spot. My skillful technique and just-right pressure caused Rong'er
to experience a small orgasm under the multiple waves of pleasure. I withdrew my right hand, now wet with desire, and held it out to Rong'er with a wicked smile. Rong'er playfully slapped
me, indicating that I could proceed to the next step.

"The night is still long!" I didn't stop my oral work, kissing my way down Rong'er's neck, while my right hand
kneaded her breasts. Sweet milk oozed from her deep red buds, wetting my hands. Rong'er was aroused by my actions...
Her desire surged, and she placed her hands on my right hand between her breasts, letting out soft, sweet moans. My
tongue traced her firm belly, playfully kissing her navel. Rong'er, aroused by my teasing,
unconsciously curled her legs, rubbing against the sheets and blankets. As the blankets slipped to the floor, in the palace illuminated by red candles, my
broad shoulders lifted Rong'er's long legs, placing them behind her back. My soft, tender kisses landed on her moist lips,
and I, with the utmost humility and deference, praised this sanctuary that nurtures life.

"Guo'er, mmm... don't... come in... I want it so badly, come and love me..." Rong'er could no longer contain
her burning desire, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, arching her back, her vagina overflowing with fluids,
on the verge of climax.

Looking at Rong'er, who was now on the verge of tears from my torment, like a little white lamb waiting for my favor, her eyes filled with a seductive
longing, it was truly irresistible. I guided my dragon-shaped spear to Rong'er's wet and slippery entrance, and with a slight
thrust , I inserted it.

"Mmm~" As if the long-awaited heat and fullness made Rong'er let out a soft, comfortable moan, her lower body
welcoming the thick, long dragon returning to the sea, tightly enveloping my magnificent member. I took a breath and lifted Rong'er's beautiful legs,
letting her round buttocks dangle off the bed and into the air. Rong'er's legs were thus draped over my shoulders, stretched straight up in the air,
her pink, calloused little feet playfully perked up, much like lotus buds waiting to bloom in the pond outside the palace.
I couldn't resist gently pulling those jade-like feet close, pressing Rong'er's slightly sweaty arches against my nose, my lower body thrusting forcefully
while deeply inhaling her fragrant scent.

"Hehe... silly boy, you're acting so... so perverted." Rong'er remembered a word she had learned from me before, and
now using it, she immediately categorized me as a creepy uncle. She
couldn't resist the tickling sensation in her feet and tried to pull her beautiful feet back. How could I let Rong'er have her way? I stopped her from pulling away, smiling as I said, "The ancients said: 'Gathering the fragrant herbs to adorn the first
garment, the bright essence to tailor the lotus robe.' This fragrance is naturally associated with flowers; the beautiful woman's jade-like feet are fragrant and delicate. Otherwise, why would they use 'warm and smooth as jade, fragrant
as lotus' to describe a beautiful woman's feet? Rong'er, your lotus feet are even more like beautiful jade, making one want to
hold them in one's hands and play with them." "As I spoke, I gently kissed each of Rong'er's meticulously manicured, delicate toes, kissing my way
down to her plump, slightly sweaty soles. The soles of the feet are where the blood vessels are most developed, and Rong'er, naturally
ticklish , couldn't help but moan softly as I teased her so wantonly: 'Mmm~ Oh~ No more, it's so...
itchy, but... mmm~' That tingling, numbing sensation and my tender, focused expression made Rong'er feel my deep
affection." Seeing how much I loved her beautiful feet, she tried her best to suppress her unbearable itch, letting me
caress . The tingling sensation complemented the pleasure in her lower body, making Rong'er even more aroused and unable to control herself. She gasped and sighed, "
Mmm...husband...faster..." Suddenly, I felt a surge of spring in Rong'er's lower body; her firm, white legs involuntarily tensed,
and her honeyed orifice was overflowing with spring water, that dragon pearl-like spring water tightly enveloping me. "My lord...Rong'er wants you to cherish me..."
…Mmm…Mmm…faster…” I knew Rong’er was suffering unbearably from my teasing, her desire burning to its peak.
Teasing her like this any longer might harm her health, so I simply began a rapid, chaotic series of thrusts, my dragon spear
roaming . Half of Rong’er’s body was unsupported, her heart trembling from my relentless assault. She was almost instantly pushed to
the peak of pleasure, her lower body gushing with fluids as my domineering spear sprayed onto the bed, soaking the area beneath us. Under my
wild and vigorous thrusting, Rong'er's pink arms stretched out to her sides, her tender white hands helplessly clawing at the bed;
her neat , white teeth gently bit her lower lip, emitting slightly low, yet incredibly encouraging moans;
she frequently gazed at my face with deep, autumnal eyes, her long eyelashes trembling; her full, plump breasts rippled with each powerful thrust
... Her physical and mental desires were thoroughly satisfied.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm~~~" After nearly two thousand repetitions, and
after Rong'er's fourth blissful climax, a tingling sensation washed over me. I slowed my thrusts slightly to catch my breath. Rong'er, who had just fallen from her climax,
didn't beg for mercy as usual. Instead, she seemed to have tasted the pleasure and actively twisted her hips, seeking the thrill of the impact and friction. I watched this and thought to
myself that Rong'er's stamina was getting better and better. I smiled slightly and said, "Rong'er, you're getting more and more gluttonous now. Even two people
couldn't satisfy you." I lowered Rong'er's legs, patted her bottom, and helped her up by the waist. Rong'er's blissful and
proud ecstatic to think clearly, simply following her instinct for pleasure
as she rolled over onto her stomach, legs slightly apart, bottom raised, her slender waist curving downwards in a graceful arc. My
dragon spear once again forcefully pierced her forbidden zone, the stimulation of the spiral dragon pattern causing Rong'er to sigh deeply, her body convulsing
slightly .

I lay on top of Rong'er, slowing the pace of my thrusts, enjoying the incredibly tight suction of Rong'er's dragon pearl spring water orifice.
Behind Rong'er, I reached my hands under her armpits and grasped her breasts, slowly increasing the speed of my thrusts.

Soon, the sounds of wet, erotic moans emanated from our joined bodies, the slapping of her white buttocks against my thrusts filled the air. Rong'er,
breathless from my sudden thrusts, cried out incoherently, her soft moans turning into incoherent screams: "Ah... Rong'er can't take it anymore... Ah... Ah
... Ah... I'm lost... Ah... Husband... Ah... Ah..."

She called me "husband" for the first time, and finally receiving recognition filled me with immense joy. My desire burned
intensely, and my movements grew increasingly wild.

"Ah...mmm...oh...ya..." Rong'er's head was raised high, her beautiful buttocks slapping against mine,
the two of us stuck together like dogs, making no attempt to hide our cries, letting out unrestrained moans, passionate shouts cheering me on.

I knelt behind Rong'er, thrusting wildly, my movements almost like wild animals mating, nothing in the world
could entice me like this. I couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "Baby, these past few days I've noticed your ass is getting firmer and firmer,
more and more horny, is it because I'm going to fuck it rounder?"

"Mmm...yes, it's because you're going to fuck it rounder, because you're going to fuck it like this, ah...mmm...fuck it..." Rong'er didn't even think of it.
Even as I blurted out the vulgar word "fuck," a feeling of unbridled pleasure and madness washed over me
. Her cherry lips drew near my mouth, offering their fragrance for me to savor.

Rong'er, seeing my agitation, softly asked with concern, "Husband, if you can't hold back, just ejaculate... Look at all that
sweat, don't exhaust yourself..."

I was indeed somewhat exhausted, but I was also comforted by Rong'er's constant care. I helped her return to a supine
position long, black hair cascaded across the crimson silk sheets, her bare, snow-white shoulders and delicately sculpted arms holding her
long, slender legs, spread wide in an M-shape, revealing the alluring sight of her lower abdomen and beautiful buttocks.

As I thrust in again, Rong'er's eyes were filled with tenderness. Her hands slid down my back, like a virtuous wife,
using her soft body to soothe her lover's burning desire. The warm touch of her hands suddenly cleared my mind. Rong'er, you
are truly a thousand-faced beauty. I can't even distinguish between the promiscuous and wanton you and this virtuous you; which one is more real
... My desire for love and possession has reached its peak. I really don't know how to express what more I can do for her... In a daze, I
vaguely understood
the profound meaning of the words Zhang Keda once gave me: "Heaven and earth are in a state of flux, and all things are transformed into purity; when men and women unite, all things are born."

"Wife, I'm going to ejaculate. Remember, no matter what happens, relax, follow your heart, and don't resist
the changes in your body..." I don't know what taking this step will lead to, but my innate love for excitement makes me decide to take a risk,
because I believe in our tacit understanding and Rong'er's deep affection for me.

Rong'er nodded as if she understood, but before she could ask what I was going to do, I thrust twice forcefully. Rong'er shuddered,
surprised to find that I was as if under a spell, trembling as I released streams of semen. Unlike any other time, the
gushing streams seemed endless. Rong'er was shocked. At this rate, I feared I would die from exhaustion in no time
. She tried to push me away, but it was futile; she couldn't stop my primordial energy from being completely depleted. Hesitating,
Rong'er remembered my earlier words and activated the final chapter of the Su Nu Gong's dual cultivation technique, the Nascent Soul stage. She absorbed and refined my primordial energy while simultaneously
feeding back our combined power to me without reservation, hoping that the refined essence would be absorbed by me.

Sure enough, Rong'er soon discovered that the replenished essence was like sweet rain falling on parched soil, instantly quenching thirst. However, this
internal circulation between us violated the Su Nu Gong's principle of "stabilizing the essence gate and avoiding frequent ejaculation." Rong'er felt that while refining
the invading essence, her own cultivation was constantly declining, as if she were passively becoming my cultivation vessel. If it
were anyone else, even Qing'er or Fu Mei, they might have thought I was sacrificing them to improve my own power. If
even the slightest resistance arises in one's heart, it becomes impossible to be completely unguarded. However, Rong'er firmly remembered my instructions, gradually
relaxing her body and mind, absorbing and nourishing without any resistance or defensiveness. What about Third Sister? Perhaps she would also willingly become my vessel, but I
am no longer the boy who once verbally promised to die for her. My mind wandered slightly, so I quickly regained my focus and concentrated
on practicing.

This subtle state constantly shifted between us. Although we could not see or hear
due we expanded our spiritual awareness throughout the entire Flying Frost Palace. What we could actually touch was
a misty purple aura surrounding us, imperceptible to our five senses in normal times. This purple aura lingered, gradually converging and solidifying, which we actively
absorbed into our dantian. Only then did the gate to this mysterious realm slowly close.

We both opened our eyes at the same time, looking at each other and smiling knowingly. I examined the state of my internal energy and was surprised to find that I could
actually see the operation of my internal organs and the flow of blood and qi. Could this be the legendary internal vision? I looked at Rong'er with high hopes and
found that she was also looking at me in surprise. "You saw it too?" we asked at the same time. Hearing each other's questions,
we knew what the other was asking without having to answer. Rong'er had naturally heard of the Taoist practice of internal vision and self-examination, and couldn't help but experiment on me out of curiosity.
I smiled bitterly to myself. XXOO had actually developed X-ray vision, how could this be reasonable... If she continued to cultivate like this, she might really become
an immortal and ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

"Rong'er's internal energy has all dissipated. Now I'm so weak that I seem like I could be blown away by a gust of wind. You must protect Rong'er from now on."
Rong'er suddenly felt sad about her lost power. She was so weak now that she seemed like she could really be blown away by a gust of wind.

I chuckled and lifted her to the dressing mirror, saying, "Silly girl, look at yourself. You don't look weak or sick at all."

Rong'er saw her reflection in the mirror; her expression was deep and unfathomable, like a still pool. Her skin was as smooth as jade, her blood and bones
subtly reflected in the mirror. "Hmm... what is this? Rong'er has turned into a monster! No... it's terrifying..."
Rong'er threw herself into my arms, crying from fright at her own transformation.

I knew this was because she wasn't yet used to her innate Dao body. I hugged Rong'er and gently patted her smooth back, saying, "Rong'er, this
isn't a sign of your power dissipating; it's just that you haven't yet learned to control the functions of your innate Dao body." It's like upgrading a computer system; there
's always a learning and adaptation process. Only when you can operate it proficiently can you truly appreciate the power of this innate body. Third Sister and I
both went through this process back then, but Rong'er skipped the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness stage directly from the Dual Spirit Realm and forged
the Innate Dao Body. No wonder Rong'er, who had never entered the Innate Realm, was startled by the dramatic changes that had occurred to her.

"Innate... Dao Body?" Rong'er vaguely sensed that her ability to see inside was related to our cultivation, but she didn't
expect me to drop another bombshell.

I nodded and said, "Unlike the Innate Realm, the Innate Dao Body is the most crucial step in body refinement. Calling it a more advanced
version of the Bone Forging Chapter wouldn't be unreasonable." As I spoke, I shared my insights on the Innate Body with Rong'er. She gradually understood that her internal energy
wasn't dissipating, but rather that she hadn't yet adapted to the new method of cultivation. She was both delighted and annoyed, scolding me, "You
knew about my changes, but you didn't explain it clearly, making me think… you're the worst! And before you started practicing,
you didn't explain what to do, only saying to relax… If I hadn't been quick-witted, you would have scared me to death…"

I smiled slightly, thinking that Rong'er was right. If it weren't for her sudden insight, even if I stopped outputting my essence in time,
my power would have been greatly diminished due to depletion and backlash. However, since this cultivation method is called "Dual Cultivation of Body and Spirit," it clearly involves
matters of life and death, so caution is necessary. "This requires tacit understanding. If we discussed it beforehand, there would be deliberate traces…"
"If you can't achieve emptiness and non-action, you can't complete the task, and in the end, you'll definitely fail."

Rong'er, having thoroughly studied the *Su Nu Jing* (Classic of the Plain Girl), combined it with her own understanding and realized my words made sense. She stopped being angry with me and hugged me sweetly,
saying, "Hey, don't you think I look beautiful now?" "I mean, you were so obediently calling me 'husband' just now, how come you're calling me 'ah' now?" I asked

, pulling Rong'er into my arms . "Hehe... alright, my dear husband... are you satisfied now?" "Rong'er's eyes were full of expectation, and she answered with a blushing smile. My eyes were full of tenderness as I gazed into her eyes and said, "Rong'er, you are my guide, my goddess. With you by my side, I will not be lost, I will not tremble... Although I have always believed in the saying that passionate love cannot last, I cannot restrain my love for you and make it last longer and longer..." Seeing that Rong'er was first overjoyed after hearing my words, then disappointed, and even her eyes dimmed, I continued, "But this love has never shown any signs of fading. I think I am at least confident that I can maintain this feeling until the day I die." "My promise carried considerable weight, even though it was just a different way of saying 'I love you forever,' but the effect was completely different. At least Rong'er was completely won over by it. I wasn't using sweet words to deceive her, although saying that would be unfair to my other wives. My feelings for them were a mixture of love, pity, desire, responsibility, and bondage, even a little bit of lies and a little bit of cunning. But for Rong'er, I can guarantee that everything I've done is out of love, without a trace of other emotions. I went into the mountains to find the sword manual because I love her; I repeatedly rescued Uncle Guo because I love her; I restored peace to the world because I love her! Rong'er smiled, lost in my arms. She loved my sweet words, loved how I treated her like a princess, pampered her like a queen . 'I don't want you to think of me as...'" "My goddess, Rong'er is your lover, your wife... You are only allowed to pamper me and cherish me. Even if I become spoiled by you in the future, you are not allowed to criticize me, scold me, or hit me... Except for the maids, you are not allowed to provoke other women..." She seemed to realize that I had once again placed her on an unattainable level, perhaps this time it really was too high... Too much of a good thing can be bad. She didn't want to feel distant from me. As the saying goes, "I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals," and the goddess thus descended back to the mortal world, nestled in my arms like a little bird, enjoying her privilege of being pampered and arrogant, and proposing countless "unequal treaties" to me. I knew that most of her words were just her way of coaxing me, without any real constraints or restrictions. After listening to everything she said, I just smiled and said, "I'll listen to you. Rong'er is always right. If she's wrong, I'll take it as right. I 'm going to spoil you rotten, spoil you rotten, so rotten that you meet the standards of the daughter of the Eastern Heretic." "I kissed Rong'er's forehead and smiled. A woman as clever and perceptive as her naturally knows where the boundaries are, which is the real reason why I dare to indulge her without any reservations. The only other person who could make me do this is Third Sister, also a flower that hasn't received careful nurturing. Third Sister's background is even more tragic, which is why I pour most of my love into them. Is this unfair to Fu'er, Qing'er, Wushuang, Ying'er, and Ru? Not really. I just need to maintain a proper balance. The former Guo Fu and Li Mochou..." Having been proven to be synonymous with cruelty and indifference, this shadow in my heart made me determined never to give them the chance to become something they shouldn't. Ru Shi, Wu Shuang, and Ying Er all appear to be optimistic and accepting of fate, but after the Bai Yunhe incident, I had to re-evaluate the girl I once trusted most. To be honest, I'm now quite paranoid, and I've even suspected many times whether Ru Shi is a member of the Xiaoyao Sect. We practiced dual cultivation all night, and before we knew it, dawn was breaking. "You should go back, otherwise they'll be looking for you again ," Rong'er said, snuggling against me, her tone filled with reluctance. But then she gently pushed me away, saying, " Go . I'll use this time to experience the wonders of my innate Dao body. You don't need to worry about me." "Okay, if you still feel tired, rest a little longer," I said, seeing her brow relax and realizing I wasn't hiding my displeasure, so I got up and kissed her cheek. "Okay. " Rong'er smiled, quite pleased with my thoughtfulness. She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around my neck, and planted a quick kiss on my lips. "If you tease me again, I won't be able to hold back," I said with a laugh, stroking her beautiful breasts. "Hmm~ You've practically been living with her these past few days. Go on, Fu'er'll be feeling better soon." "Rong'er slapped my mischievous hand away, protesting. I gave Rong'er a small, affectionate kiss before turning and leaving the Pixiang Palace. Rong'er waited until I was out of sight and disappeared around the corner before sighing, putting on her clothes to cover her beautiful body, and sitting cross-legged to consolidate the results of her night's practice. It was just past Chenshi (7-9 AM), and our family was traveling incognito, without any attendants or maids except for a few wet nurses. I guessed that Fumei and Rushi had gone to bed early last night and were probably up practicing their swordsmanship, so I strolled leisurely along the lakeside pavilion towards the Yichun Palace to the east . Sure enough, as I expected, Fumei and Ying'er were already up and practicing their swordsmanship. I saw that they were very focused on their practice..." I stood far away behind the pillars, watching the two women exchange swordplay. While Fu'er's Yue Maiden Sword technique lacked originality, its strength lay in its specialization and mastery. In terms of combat experience alone , she seemed to have the upper hand over Ying'er. Ying'er, being known as the White Cloud Crane, naturally possessed exceptional lightness skills. I had previously witnessed her fight ; she rarely initiated attacks, but when she did, it was a series of deadly moves, utterly ruthless. Fu'er still didn't know Ying'er 's true identity, and Ying'er had only used the Thirteen Jade Maiden Swords of Mount Hua to exchange blows with Fu'er. However, Fu'er's skill had deepened day by day; she was no longer the rough Even without relying on the sharpness of her Qingming Sword, she completely suppressed Ying'er, who wasn't using her full strength. "Bang!" Fu'er knocked the wooden sword from Ying'er's hand, smiling and cupping her hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Sister Ying, you're too kind." Ying'er smiled and bent down to pick up the sword that had fallen to the ground. Before she could even pick it up, she saw my large feet in front of her. I picked up the sword for her and walked over to them. Fu Mei saw me approaching and skipped over, saying, "Husband, how was my last move, 'White Ape Offering Fruit'?" I extracted a portion of the sword intent from the Xuan Tie Sword and helped Fu Mei integrate the parts suitable for her swordsmanship into the Yue Nu Swordplay. This move, "White Ape Offering Fruit," was my masterpiece after its improvement. Fu Mei fully utilized its directness and crispness , and the sword moved with her spirit. She had already touched the edge of man and sword becoming one.

"It's not bad, but bullying Ying'er is a bit unfair." I hugged the two of them and
kissed . Ying'er smiled slightly at me when I spoke up for her, but didn't say anything more.

Fu'er smelled the strong odor on me and knew that I hadn't been up to any good all night. "You're so sloppy by the bath. People will laugh if
word gets out. You don't care about your appearance at all."

"I just got up early and invited my darlings to take a morning bath."

"Hmm~ Good. This hot spring is really nice. I soaked in it last night and felt so comfortable. I slept exceptionally well." Fu'er
teased, "Ying'er and Wushuang didn't want to come up yesterday."

I touched Fu'er's fair wrist and said, "Indeed, you are as beautiful as jade and as smooth as cream!" Fu'er inherited Rong'er's
good genes. Her skin was already incredibly delicate, and now, nourished by the hot spring rich in sulfide minerals, it became even smoother.
"I was just guessing He'er would win. Her little hands are so delicate, shouldn't they slip on the sword hilt?" I thought to myself. I wonder
what it would feel like for my husband to hold the spear right now.

"Big brother, you're teasing me again," Fu Mei said, blushing and leaning against my chest.

"Hehe... By the way, He'er, is there still no news of Master Yue from the Huashan Sect?" Since we entered Chang'an, I've
sent people to Huashan to investigate, but Chaoyang Peak is deserted. The scouts reported bloodstains on the ground,
indicating a fight, but we still don't know what happened. Did Madam Shen suddenly launch an attack and
kidnap all the Huashan Sect disciples? Or, after the battle of Xiangyang, Shen Qingjun's identity was exposed, and Yue Zhengfeng's attempt to clean up the sect failed, resulting in his defeat and
hiding ?

Ying'er frowned and shook her head, saying nothing more. Seeing her like this, I felt a strange, inexplicable
disgust.

Having grown up under someone else's roof, Ying'er, with her keen eye for reading people, naturally sensed my prejudice against her. However, she
offered explanation, only responding with silence. After I
exposed her true identity, although she acted as before, I knew it was all a facade. Although she was sincere towards me, the thought that behind that smile
lay a cold heart sent chills down my spine. Admittedly, she joined the Ming Cult under duress; in
that demonic cave, she needed to be strong and survive. However, even understanding all of this didn't mean I could
accept Master Yue was a humble and rare gentleman, and I didn't want
anything to happen to him. I felt our hearts were gradually drifting apart, an invisible wall slowly building up… Perhaps it was time
to have an open and honest talk with her, I thought.

Because I was in a bad mood, I only half-heartedly fooled around with Fu-mei in the bath. We washed and dried ourselves off. Fu Mei,
hearing that her mother had broken through to the Innate Realm, excitedly ran off to find Rong'er. I carried Ying'er back to the deserted side hall and
confided my worries to her. "He'er, there's still a knot in your heart that hasn't been untied. I feel you're rejecting me; your joys and sorrows
all seem unreal."

"A knot in my heart?" Ying'er murmured, repeating herself. She naturally understood what I meant, but how could her
introverted honestly admit it? At the same time, her large, tearful eyes emitted a powerful electric shock,
softening even my previously hardened heart, which had insisted on clarifying the matter.

But for the sake of lasting peace, I steeled myself and said, "If we can't be honest and open with each other face to face
, I'm really worried that this knot will build an invisible wall between us. What kind of world would it be if you refused
to communicate I refused to talk to you?" Seeing that she was still silent with her head down, I continued, "You are my
lawfully wedded wife, and we are meant to spend our lives together. Since we reunited, I've told myself that Ying'er suffered hardship from a young age,
living under the roof of others. Although she had no worries about food and clothing, she inevitably felt some sadness about her past. I must treat her well. Later, when
I discovered your true identity, I didn't blame you. After all, you had no choice at the time. It's just that we accidentally pushed you
into the fire pit back then. Fortunately, you're safe and sound now."

Hearing me say this, Ying'er felt a little better. Although tears were dripping down her face, she still pursed her lips and said:
"I don't want to blame Uncle Guo, but I was really scared back then. Husband, the most correct thing you said is that I really don't
know what kind of personality I should have. After my father and mother passed away, I stayed at my uncle's house. Although they treated me very well,
I knew I should be dutiful and not cause trouble. Later, my family was destroyed, and I was separated from my cousin, but I met
you and Fu Mei. The three months on Peach Blossom Island were the happiest time of my life..." Ying'er's eyes showed a look of reminiscence,
but her face turned a little pale. "But, since I went to Mount Hua... I... Brother, I have killed people..."
Ying'er looked at me worriedly, worried that I would blame her and hate her.

"I have seen your sword. It is a sword that has seen blood. So what? Brother has also killed people, killed many people.
Are you afraid of Brother?" I hugged her and asked softly.

"I... am afraid... I am really terrified. He'er is awakened by nightmares every night, dreaming that you are hitting and killing
me with the Xuan Tie Sword..." Ying'er shrank and hid in my arms. Although she was in my arms, her body was cold, showing that she
still harbored deep suspicion towards me.

Seeing Ying'er crying so bitterly, my heart ached; these past few months had truly been difficult for her… Perhaps my indifference reminded her of
her experience of being trapped in the demonic cult. The last vestige of resentment in my heart vanished. I had changed
the fate of most people around me, guiding them towards a happier future. But life is like that; there are gains and losses. I saved
the lives of these destitute women, but I deceived them into a lifetime of tears. Perhaps, universal love truly comes at a price far greater than monogamy.
Did I regret it? No! Seeing them living peacefully, I would give my entire life in exchange. Admittedly, everyone has
biases ; I am biased, but I love my wives. Even if they occasionally feel a little jealous of each other, I don't want to see
any of them suffer a lifetime of sorrow because of me. This is truly an era of stubbornness, a group of stubborn women… Especially in
the 21st century, when people cry for three days after a breakup, and then the man and woman each go to someone else's bed? How can this compare?

Ying'er continued, "Before, when I was at my lowest and most heartbroken, as long as I dreamed of you, I wouldn't be afraid anymore.
But… I know my husband won't kill me, but I still can't help thinking about it… I can't help being afraid…"

Only then did I realize how important I was to her. She had seen me as a guardian angel, but
suddenly I had become her worst nightmare, which she naturally couldn't accept. I could only sigh, "Suspicion breeds ghosts; perhaps I've done
something wrong? What goes around comes around..." But at this moment, I couldn't stab her in the heart, otherwise, just
one sentence would probably make my darling throw herself into the lake in shame and anger. So I comforted her, "Husband knows you've suffered a lot of
injustice . But it's all in the past. Husband, you're still that same boy from back then,
that scruffy boy who would risk his life to protect He'er... You'll always be the person you can rely on most."

"Mmm..." As her inner turmoil subsided, the darling in my arms visibly relaxed, her previously tense body gradually softening
. I couldn't resist a mischievous urge and began to untie the silk sash around my wife's waist. Ying'er blushed, unsure whether to help
me undress or stop me, awkwardly frozen in place. I chuckled inwardly. Although we'd been married for over a year, and Fu Mei and
Wu Shuang had both been "trained" to the point of experiencing the pleasures of sex, only Ying Er remained shy in bed
. I even began to wonder if she was frigid.

I lifted Ying Er's lake-green bodice, and she shyly tried to cover her small breasts, but I stopped her. "Hmm~
Don't look, it's so embarrassing..." Ying Er's body wasn't developing well; her breasts were still a 32B. In
the land of cows, even Fu Mei and Ru Shi had grown to 34C after childbirth, not to mention Wu Shuang, who, despite being the smallest,
was already of Rong Er and Yin Er's large breasts. Only Ying Er, tall and...slender, made her
incredibly self-conscious and didn't even like bathing with us. I chuckled to myself. The Southern Song Dynasty was supposed to be an era of small breasts, where beauty
was considered to be about petite women. Unfortunately, Ying'er was born at the wrong time, meeting a collector of large breasts like me… It's no wonder,
given the feudal and autocratic system of the Southern Song Dynasty. Women suffered immense physical and mental oppression. Take foot binding and breast binding, for example; they were twisted to the point of
near-perversion. Women outside couldn't possibly grow up as healthily and robustly as my little darlings at home. With proper nutrition
, their figures naturally became more outstanding. But after eating so much abalone, shark fin, and fish maw, occasionally changing things up with some xiaolongbao (soup dumplings)
is .

As I swirled my tongue around Ying'er's areola, lightly nibbling at the tender pink bud, I chuckled, "Big has its advantages, small has
its charm. If He'er and Liu Mei's figures were switched, I wouldn't be used to it. In my heart, He'er is the only He'er
..." If Bai Yunhe became a busty crane, I wonder what the remnants of the Demonic Sect would think. Thinking of this,
I really missed Xie Wanqin's G-cup breasts... Hearing me say this, Ying'er felt a sweet warmth and was quite pleased, gradually
finding some relief. I gently played with her breasts, but they didn't feel very substantial. Looking at her thin arms and legs, sigh
... why did I feel a pang of guilt, like a pedophile? And she was a boy... Ying'er was nineteen years old, and she ate very little
, mostly vegetarian, so she always seemed sickly. Previously, among my beloved wives, besides Chu Qing, Ying'er had the weakest
immune system . But now, Qing'er's health has gradually improved a lot. Only Ying'er is frequently sick
, and more importantly, it makes me feel guilty for not fulfilling my responsibility to take good care of her. Even now, during the change of seasons, she
coughs occasionally. "However, He'er, you're too thin. You never eat properly; how can you get
better doesn't
get blown away by the wind. I picked her up and sat her cross-legged in my lap, my erection penetrating her flower path. I weighed her little bottom in my hands,
but there was still no sign of weight gain.

Ying'er is usually very intelligent, but concern can cloud judgment. Afraid that I might dislike her figure, she became somewhat silent
. Ying'er is usually quiet in bed, and now, with something on her mind, she remained even more silent. I sighed inwardly: What
a clever girl, but her knowledge in bed is so lacking, it's like she's tasteless to eat, yet a pity to throw away. I
thought to myself, some things are better left unsaid; I need Yin'er to guide her properly.

"Husband, He'er will listen to you, starting tomorrow I'll eat well..." Ying'er suddenly smiled, wrapping her
arms .

"Why are you being so obedient today?" I felt her change was abrupt, and gently tapped her little nose.

"I want... to get my body in good shape, so... so I can have a son for you." Ying'er's voice grew softer and
softer, almost inaudible; if my senses weren't so sharp, I definitely wouldn't have heard what she was saying. "Hehe, why a son?
Wouldn't a daughter be better? We can raise a little He'er, she'll definitely have big eyes, be smart and cute."

Ying'er blushed and buried her face in my shoulder, but I knew she was happy inside. She stammered to me,
"Good brother, is it true... breastfeeding... can really make breasts bigger?" Ying'er
couldn't help but ask me this after seeing that Ru Shi's breasts were much larger and fuller after giving birth to Zong She.

"Haha... I'm dying of laughter! So that's what my darling was thinking? Don't think such nonsense. As long as you're
healthy 's the most important thing. Didn't you see how weak Ru Shi is? Giving birth is like walking through the gates of hell. I'm really afraid
something might happen to her... The same goes for you. I've always worried about your health. If you were stronger, we could have a whole bunch of
children maybe we could even choose one to carry on the Cheng family line..." I knew Ying'er was extremely filial. Sometimes, thinking of her
deceased parents, she would secretly grieve for the decline of her family. Hearing that I was willing to help her bring honor to her family, she
asked with some joy, "Really?" But as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt she shouldn't have questioned me like that. Zong Yang had just been adopted by his uncle, and she
was already having such thoughts. What position did that put her husband in? It was truly inappropriate.

Seeing her timid and hesitant expression, I patiently persuaded her, "No matter what, no matter what the child's surname or name is
, it will be our flesh and blood... We are still young, and it has now been proven that your husband has the ability to have children and
add to the Yang family line. Are we worried about who will carry on my name? However, the prerequisite is that you must be in good health." "Brother, I... thank you!" Besides me, how many people would proactively offer such a suggestion to their wives? Hearing my thoughtful words, and considering her own and her future child's well-being,

Ying'er was so grateful she didn't know what to say. I also understood that perhaps my thinking was too advanced; at least in terms of caring for my wife, it was considered unusual in this era.

He went alone. "Nonsense, we're husband and wife, of one heart and mind, there's no need for thanks." Girls are prone to tears, and
I didn't want my casual words to make Ying'er cry again, so I tried my best to keep a smile on my face. But in the end, tears still welled up in Ying'er's smiling
eyes, though these were tears of joy…

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