A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

Capital City, West Daying.

The training of the elite battalion has steadily progressed from the initial hellish physical exertion and individual combat to the tactical integration stage.

Five thousand men, tempered by countless trials, have shed their initial impetuosity and awkwardness, and now they are like unsheathed blades, exuding a chilling aura.

They began to conduct coordinated operations in three-person teams, infiltration by ten-person squads, nighttime decapitation strikes, and covert raids in complex terrain.

Now that the framework has been set up, all that's left is to cultivate muscle memory and teamwork day after day.

Looking at the Ruishi Battalion, which was now fully on track, Wang Tianfang relaxed his nerves, which had been tense for months.

He delegated the daily training tasks to several centurions, including Tie Dan, Tie Chui, and Wang Mazi, while he claimed to be "overseeing the overall situation," but in reality, he began to become a hands-off manager.

As a result, the frequency with which the male master of the Prince's Mansion in the capital has been crossing the gates has increased dramatically recently.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was heard in the martial arts training ground in the backyard of the Prince's mansion.

Like a nimble little leopard, Wang Yunshu used the momentum from the wooden stake next to her to leap into the air, her legs twisting like scissors towards Wang Tianfang's neck—the same strangulation technique she had used against Li Zheng a few days ago.

Wang Tianfang neither dodged nor avoided the situation, a smile playing on his lips.

Just as Yun Shu's legs were about to lock onto him, he suddenly slumped his shoulder and precisely cut Yun Shu's knee with one hand, smoothly deflecting and neutralizing the little girl's force completely.

"Ouch!" Wang Yunshu lost her balance in mid-air, but Wang Tianfang firmly grabbed her by the back of her collar and lifted her up like a chick.

"Dad! You cheated! How did you know I was going to use my left leg?" Wang Yunshu thrashed about, her face full of indignation.

Wang Tianfang put his daughter down, rubbed her head, and said with doting and admiration in his eyes, "Your movements were too obvious. The strangulation technique is all about surprise. Your shoulder moved before you jumped, and your eyes betrayed your attack intentions. In a real life-or-death struggle, the enemy won't go easy on you like your Grandpa Li did."

"Oh..." Wang Yunshu nodded, understanding, then her eyes lit up. "Then I'll try again! This time I definitely won't expose myself!"

"Alright, that's enough for today's practice." Wang Tianfang chuckled, patting the dust off his hands. "Your mother made some pork ribs in the kitchen today. If we don't go now, your brother will eat them all."

Upon hearing that there was food, Wang Yunshu immediately forgot all about martial arts, cheered, and ran towards the front hall.

Watching his daughter's lively figure, Wang Tianfang smiled and shook his head, then turned and strode towards the main courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Wang Jinzhu sitting on a rocking chair under the eaves, flipping through several account books.

Despite having given birth to ten-year-old twins, time seems to have left no trace on her face. Instead, she exudes a unique charm of a mature young woman, and her figure is voluptuous and slender, arousing people's imagination.

Wang Tianfang's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He walked over quietly and pulled her, along with the account book, into his arms from behind.

"Oh dear!" Wang Jinzhu was startled. Smelling that familiar masculine scent, she scolded in an annoyed tone, "What's wrong with you in broad daylight? You've messed up the account books."

"The account book is nowhere near as pretty as me." Wang Tianfang shamelessly leaned in and kissed her hard on her fair and rosy cheek, the stubble on his chin making Wang Jinzhu dodge.

"Get off me, you're like a leech." Wang Jinzhu laughed and pushed him away, but the man hugged her even tighter.

"Outside, I'm a general; at home, I'm your man." Wang Tianfang buried his head in the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her body. His voice unconsciously lowered and became husky. "Wife, I've arranged everything in the camp for Tiedan and the others. From now on, I'll stay home with you every day."

Wang Jinzhu felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but teased, "If Minister Su and General Li knew you were coming home every day, they'd probably go to the Imperial Study to complain about you again."

"Let them complain. No one can find fault with my training of troops, Wang Tianfang. Besides, I'm spending time with my own wife, what right do others have to say?" Wang Tianfang said confidently, his large hand already beginning to wander restlessly over Wang Jinzhu's waist.

Wang Jinzhu grabbed his mischievous hand, blushing and glaring at him: "Stop fooling around, the maids will see! Yun Shu and Yun Fan are still waiting for dinner in the front hall!"

Wang Tianfang sighed, reluctantly letting go of her hand, and whispered in her ear, "Alright, let's eat first, and we'll settle the score in our room tonight."

That deep, magnetic voice made Wang Jinzhu's ears burn.

As night fell, candlelight flickered in the bedroom of the main courtyard of the Prince's mansion.

Since Wang Tian had some free time, the red candles in the bedroom had never been extinguished before midnight.

The curtains hung low, obscuring the enchanting spring light from the room.

"Wang Tianfang... are you born in the Year of the Ox... stop now..." Wang Jinzhu's voice, tinged with a coquettish sob, came intermittently from inside the tent.

"Wife..." The man's deep breathing was accompanied by suppressed chuckles, but his movements became increasingly domineering and forceful. "I've been eating sand in the camp these past few days, it's really worn me out. You'd better make it up to me tonight..."

Wang Jinzhu's cheeks burned as she looked into the man's aggressive gaze. She said coquettishly, "You... don't you have anything else in your head?"

"Besides training the troops, all I can think about is you." Wang Tianfang chuckled softly, then pressed down on her, precisely sealing her red lips that were about to protest.

"Ugh...you bastard..."

The words of protest were quickly silenced by passionate kisses, turning into blush-inducing whispers.

The bed creaked softly, accompanied by the rustling of the night breeze through the treetops, composing a sweet symphony unique to the couple.

The commotion inside the house gradually subsided only when the moon was high in the sky.

Wang Jinzhu slumped against Wang Tianfang's broad chest like a lazy cat, too weak to even lift a finger. Her wisps of hair were soaked with sweat and clung to her rosy cheeks, giving her a breathtakingly beautiful appearance.

Wang Tianfang held Wen Ruan in his arms with satisfaction, his large hand gently stroking her long hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"daughter in law."

"Hmm?" Wang Jinzhu mumbled a sleepy reply.

"Once these five thousand elite soldiers are fully formed and handed over to the Emperor, the borders of Great Liang will be secure." Wang Tianfang lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Then, we'll forget everything else and just live our lives peacefully, watching Yunfan and Yunshu grow up and start their own families, okay?"

Wang Jinzhu snuggled closer to him, finding a comfortable position, and a reassuring smile appeared on her lips: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."