Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

A bright orange figure, accompanied by a gust of wind, rushed into the courtyard.

Ye Yunshang.

She was dressed in a bright orange outfit, with a creamy white satin belt cinching her slender waist.

The hem was slit very high, revealing glimpses of her two long, slender, and beautiful legs.

Coupled with her bright and flamboyant face, she is a stunningly beautiful woman with a wild and untamed charm.

The premise is—ignore the large and small bags she was carrying.

Ye Yunshang carried a giant sack on her back that was a head taller than her.

He had three water bottles hanging around his neck, a string of dried cured meat in his left hand, and a black frying pan in his right.

That pot was specially made for her by Lin Mo using the flying sword of an elder from the Xuan Tian Sect. The bottom of the pot was engraved with "Exclusive to Red Wolf".

More than a dozen storage bags were hanging densely from his belt, making a clattering sound as he walked.

This look completely shatters any seductive and sexy vibe, making the person look like a refugee who just ransacked the imperial kitchen and is about to flee overnight.

Xu Wenya stood there, stunned, her mouth slightly open.

Ye Yunshang strode to the stone table, slamming the cured meat in her hand onto it, flattening the plump mandarin ducks.

"Eighth Sister! Let's go!"

Without saying a word, Ye Yunshang grabbed Xu Wenya's wrist and pulled her out.

Xu Wenya was startled by the scene, like a frightened little lamb.

"Ninth Sister... what are you doing?"

She was being dragged along, staggering forward, her face full of confusion.

"Where are you going? Why are you carrying so much stuff?"

"Leave the palace!"

Ye Yunshang walked quickly without turning her head, her tone as impatient as a lit firecracker.

"I can't wait another day! My older sisters can endure it, but I can't!"

"Leaving the palace?"

"Where to go after leaving the palace? There's chaos and war outside..."

"Go to the famous mountains and rivers of the world! Seek out reclusive masters! Seek out experts who can tear through the void!"

Ye Yunshang was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"I'd go through fire and water to save my husband!"

"No! Ninth Sister, calm down!"

Xu Wenya was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she clung tightly to the pillar next to her.

"Our eldest sister gave a strict order: none of the sisters are allowed to leave the capital without permission! Have you forgotten her instructions?"

"Oh dear! My eldest sister is so stubborn! She has to stay in the capital, she can't leave! We two are just sitting around doing nothing anyway!"

What else can I do here besides cry? Wait for my husband to fall from the sky?

Ye Yunshang stamped her feet impatiently, causing the pots and pans on her body to clang loudly.

"You're pregnant!"

Xu Wenya pointed to Ye Yunshang's flat stomach.

"There's chaos and war outside. If something happens to us, we'll just be adding to the trouble!"

Ye Yunshang froze.

Xu Wenya took the opportunity to forcefully pull her wrist away, leaving a glaring red mark on her fair wrist.

"My older sister said that our task now is to protect our home."

"Lin Mo isn't here right now, and we can't let our home fall apart while he's not here."

"Protect your home..."

Ye Yunshang stared at Xu Wenya, her chest heaving.

"What's the point of guarding an empty house when we've lost our home!"

boom!

Ye Yunshang untied the ropes on her back, and the giant sack slammed to the ground.

The rope binding the mouth broke.

The contents of the sack were scattered all over the ground.

There are no magic weapons or divine weapons.

It was all a bunch of daily necessities.

Lin Mo's hand-drawn "Map of Daqian".

Lin Mo crafted a "limited edition frying pan guard" using black iron.

Lin Mo gave her dozens of bottles of "pepper spray".

There were even a few bizarre pieces of underwear with pitifully little fabric, which Lin Mo had tricked her into wearing.

"Wow--!"

Looking at the mess on the ground, Ye Yunshang suddenly squatted down and burst into tears, crying her heart out.

"Then what do you suggest we do? Are we just supposed to watch helplessly as our husbands' fate remains uncertain?"

Every time I close my eyes, I see him chained up... I'm so afraid he'll never come back...

Ye Yunshang grabbed the pepper spray from the ground and smashed it hard against the tree trunk.

"My second sister is good at fighting! My third sister is good at making money! My fourth sister can build cannons! And me? All I can do is smash people with a frying pan!"

"I can't even touch that weird chain! I can't even touch the hem of that woman's clothes!"

Ye Yunshang covered her face with her hands, tears streaming through her fingers.

"He's usually terrified of pain! That woman dragged him around on the ground, and his clothes were all torn off his back!"

"That bastard... he's always so annoying... his mouth is so sharp... what if he offends someone when he gets to higher up?"

"What if his legs get broken! What if he gets locked in a dungeon and whipped every day! What if... what if he gets his eye on those ancient witches who are thousands of years old and drain him dry every day!"

Ye Yunshang cried harder and harder. Her shoulders heaved.

"If he dies... I won't live either... I'll take all the explosive tags and blow a hole in the sky!"

Xu Wenya looked at Ye Yunshang, who was sitting on the ground throwing a tantrum. Her eyes were red-rimmed.

She walked over, lifted her skirt, and sat down next to Ye Yunshang, ignoring the dirt and debris on the ground.

Xu Wenya reached out and pulled Ye Yunshang into her arms.

Ye Yunshang leaned on Xu Wenya's shoulder, clutching Xu Wenya's clothes tightly with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Eighth Sister... I'm so scared... I'm really so scared..."

"Every night when I close my eyes, all I see is him being dragged away... I can't sleep... I can't sleep for even a minute..."

Xu Wenya patted Ye Yunshang's back. Tears fell in a steady stream onto Ye Yunshang's red robe.

"I know...I know..." Xu Wenya sniffed. "I'm scared too."

"But Ninth Sister, we have to believe him."

……

The capital city, the Zhenwu Division.

Dead silence.

The atmosphere in the huge government office was extremely tense.

The once arrogant and domineering Imperial Guards have now all turned into cowards.

The soles of their shoes were covered with thick cotton cloth, and they communicated as much as possible using sign language.

Even coughing has to be suppressed by covering one's mouth.

Everyone knows that those two old ladies inside are like two powder kegs.

Whoever provokes you will be the one who gets burned.

Rumbling--

The gates of the Zhenwu Division were suddenly pushed open.

The Imperial Guards in the courtyard all shrank their necks in unison.

It’s over.

Another great-aunt has arrived.

Chu Mengyao strode into the courtyard and headed straight for the files room.

The door to the file room was ajar.

She pushed him away.

The door slammed against the bookshelf, shaking off a layer of dust.

inside the house.

There was nowhere to stay.

The floor was littered with crumpled papers, discarded secret letters, and opened envelopes.

Behind the desk, Fengniang and Baizhi buried themselves in the pile of paper.

Feng Niang's signature alluring red dress was wrinkled, and her hair was a mess.

She held a newly opened secret letter in her hand, scanned two lines, and then flicked her wrist.

The secret letter fluttered to the ground.

"The sow from Li Family Village doesn't come home at night? What does this kind of nonsense have to do with her husband! They're all a bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Fengniang slammed her hand on the table, causing the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to jump around.

Bai Zhi sat next to Feng Niang, her face looking haggard.

She held a vermilion pen in her hand, drawing circles on maps.

He drew one, crossed it out, his brow furrowed deeply.

"There are no abnormalities in the East China Sea, nor in the southern border region."

Bai Zhi crumpled the map into a ball and threw it on the ground.

"None of them are useful. This is the three hundredth piece of useless intelligence we've received today."

Chu Mengyao stepped over the pile of scraps of paper and walked to the desk.

"Any news?"