"I wonder how Huiying is doing now." Riding in the sa carriage as his elder brother, Shu Yu parted the curtain and gazed into the distance at the mountain ahead.
Though they both were outside, their hearts were preoccupied with thoughts of their wife.
After all, the situation with their wife was truly not optimistic.
Zhi Chen gently patted Shu Yu’s shoulder to offer reassurance. Although he didn’t speak, he shared the sa concern.
He was thinking about her, just like Shu Yu, always worrying about their wife.
Once the convoy ascended the mountain, Zhi Chen noticed a shift in the landscape; it seed there had been a rockslide. With furrowed brows, he quickly urged the convoy to speed up.
I wonder how things are up the mountain?
On their way back, they had heard that Anyang had experienced several days of heavy rain recently. Zhi Chen was anxious, wishing he had wings to fly back—he was truly impatient to return.
They finally reached the mountain, but the situation there was quite different from usual.
The mountain was eerily quiet, no longer littered with figures as before, as if the eighty thousand troops had vanished into thin air.
Zhi Chen’s heart skipped a beat; sothing must have happened. Otherwise, their wife would not have left while he and Shu Yu were outside.
"Master, you have returned?"
Liu Yan greeted them as Zhi Chen and Shu Yu stepped down from the carriage. "What happened to the mountain?"
Liu Yan quickly explained everything, and Zhi Chen was sowhat relieved. His premonition had been correct, sothing indeed happened, but thankfully no one was hurt. Their wife had dispersed the troops to avoid falling victim to the Dajin Gu Woman’s sches.
Still, even though Miao Qing hadn’t acted yet, his re presence was a guillotine hanging over everyone’s heads.
Having been away for days and driven mad with longing for their wife, Zhi Chen and Shu Yu hurried towards her chambers. Midway, they heard a loud shout from Shujun: "Liang Yuening, have you grown bold? Do you think just because you’re carrying, I won’t beat you? If you really anger , I’ll kill you!"
Zhi Chen and Shu Yu exchanged glances.
Carrying a...?
Zhi Chen’s eyelids twitched, and Shu Yu scowled and winced slightly.
"I didn’t an to, and... and... it’s only your clothes I ruined. I can compensate you, can’t I?"
"Damn it! Do you think Third Master lacks money? Huh? You’ve been building houses outside for years and don’t even know your own na anymore. Do I look like soone who lacks money? Compensate? This was sewn by my very own hands, and the flowers were embroidered by Xiao Hui—you tore it apart! You, you, you, damn it, I’m furious!"
Yuening opened his mouth: "Flowers!?" He glanced at the red garnt with the torn sleeve. On the cuff was a blob of... sothing unrecognizable, a ss of stitches, creating a bizarre oddity of a pattern.
So that ss of threads was a flower!
Shujun hugged his clothes tightly: "What are you looking at!? It’s mine, it’s mine!! Even if you’re envious, not giving it to you, you’ll be drooling, huh!"
Yuening: "..." He looked down at his clothing, noticing his belly protruding slightly. He touched his cheek, feeling like he’d gained a lot of weight recently.
No wonder, with thrice-daily als, plus snacks, desserts, and midnight snacks—every al was a hearty feast—how could he not gain weight?
But speaking of which, there’s sothing to be said about the physique of the Liang family brothers.
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