I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

The night was as dark as ink, washing away the blood and fire of the day.

After a series of battles, he could finally go home and rest.

Qi Shan walked home, his pace quickening unconsciously.

Having fought his way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, this familiar alleyway now brought him an unprecedented sense of peace.

Before I even reached my doorstep, I could see several graceful figures standing quietly in the dim light of the lanterns.

His heart softened instantly.

"I'm back."

Qi Shan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

The voice just fell.

A fragrant breeze wafted into my arms.

Su Yue clung to him like a kitten, rubbing her head against his breastplate, and mumbled, "If my husband doesn't come back soon, little Su Yue is going to go to the military camp to snatch him away!"

Qi Shan chuckled and patted her on the back.

Beside her, Lin Wan stood gracefully, her eyes slightly red, holding a brand-new blue robe in her hands, and said softly, "Husband, your clothes are all torn, so I... I made you a new one."

Qi Shan accepted the garment with gentle eyes. The stitches were exquisite, and the workmanship was even better than the clothes in the shop, showing that a lot of effort had been put into it.

And the one leading the group was none other than his first wife, Zhou Xue.

She wasn't as lively as Su Yue, nor as shy as Lin Wan; she simply gazed at him quietly, her gentle eyes shimmering with tears, as if brimming with a thousand unspoken words, ultimately condensing into just one:

"It's good that my husband is back. The food is still warm."

Looking past the three women, Qi Shan saw Jia Qinghan standing in the shadows of the porch.

She clutched the hem of her clothes somewhat awkwardly, her eyes darting away. She wanted to go forward, but felt it was inappropriate for her to do so, so she could only watch from afar, her face filled with disappointment.

The dining room was steaming hot.

The table was laden with a sumptuous spread of dishes, not delicacies, but all of them were Qi Shan's favorite home-style dishes.

The family sat down together, and Jia Qinghan was pulled to sit down by Zhou Xue.

Zhou Xue served him a bowl of soup, then picked up a piece of red bean cake and placed it in his bowl, saying softly, "The Li Ji shop on the street corner just opened. My husband has always liked desserts, so I went and bought some."

Qi Shan took a bite; it was sweet but not cloying, and very delicious.

Looking at the three women in front of him who cared so deeply for him, the murderous intent in his heart seemed to be completely dispelled by the warm and cozy atmosphere, leaving only tenderness.

Having traveled through time, this might be the place he most desires to return to.

After the meal, Su Yue and Lin Wan exchanged a knowing glance. The former pulled the latter along and said with a grin, "Sister, husband, we're a little tired, so let's go back to our room to rest."

The two got up and left, thoughtfully leaving the couple, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, some space.

Jia Qinghan knew what was about to happen and quietly left.

The candlelight flickered in the room.

Zhou Xue helped Qi Shan change out of his blood-stained armor and put on a long gown that Lin Wanxin had sewn for him.

She gazed quietly at her valiant husband reflected in the bronze mirror and spoke softly, "My lord, congratulations on your promotion to the rank of commander of a thousand households, bringing glory to our family. I imagine that our ancestors in heaven would be proud of you."

Qi Shan wrapped his arms around her from behind, rested his chin on her shoulder, and smiled:

"It's not enough to make them proud."

We need to reassure them.

"Yes, don't worry..."

Zhou Xue's body trembled slightly. She turned around, her beautiful eyes looking directly at Qi Shan, her gaze filled with unprecedented determination and a hint of shyness.

"But my husband, our ancestors probably have one more thing on their minds that they are most concerned about."

"Oh? What is it?" Qi Shan raised an eyebrow. "I am now a commander of a thousand men, wielding military power and guarding this region. What could possibly displease our ancestors?"

Zhou Xue did not answer.

She simply gave Qi Shan a deep look.

Then, under Qi Shan's surprised gaze, she slowly raised her hand and untied the sash of her clothes.

His outer robe slipped down, revealing a light purple inner garment underneath.

"Husband," her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it reached Qi Shan's ears clearly, carrying an undeniable air, "the Qi family should have an heir."

Qi Shan's breath hitched.

The woman before me, having shed her daytime poise and gentleness, was breathtakingly beautiful in the candlelight.

The next moment, he could no longer restrain himself. Like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, he swept her up in his arms and strode toward the bed.

"Then...yes!"

The night passed without incident, save for the creaking of the bed under its own weight, accompanied by the intermittent sound of the wind outside the window, until dawn.

……

The next morning.

When Qi Shan opened his eyes, there was no one beside him.

He stretched and felt refreshed and full of energy.

My hand instinctively touched the bed, feeling a cool, damp surface.

He was momentarily stunned.

Last night... was truly vigorous and exhilarating.

He recalled that when he first transmigrated, it was in this body that he and Zhou Xue consummated their marriage, but at the time he only felt that it was rushed and unsatisfying.

Looking back now, it wasn't that the body was inadequate, nor that Zhou Xue was unromantic.

Last night, she was passionate and fiery, like a piece of beautiful jade that had been warmed, radiating amazing light and heat.

This seemingly gentle and refined lady actually possesses such inner strength.

Qi Shan smacked his lips, got up, and put on his clothes.

As soon as I entered the dining room, I saw that Zhou Xue had already prepared breakfast and was setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

She wore a simple dress today, her cheeks still flushed, and she dared not meet Qi Shan's gaze.

"Sister, you made quite a racket last night," Su Yue suddenly appeared out of nowhere, leaning close to Zhou Xue's ear and whispering mischievously, "My second sister and I were next door, we heard everything!"

With a "boom," Zhou Xue's face instantly turned red to her ears. She glared angrily at Su Yue, but couldn't say anything to refute her. She could only turn her head away in embarrassment.

Qi Shan sat down, looked at the breakfast on the table, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

A bowl of dark, murky herbal soup, next to which are stir-fried eggs with chives and a plate of pork kidneys.

They're all for nourishing the kidneys.

He was convinced.

It seems that his first wife wasn't quite "satisfied" with his performance last night.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming somewhat awkward, Jia Qinghan quietly walked out of her room, with faint dark circles under her eyes.

She glanced quickly at Qi Shan and Zhou Xue, said nothing, picked up her breakfast, ate it in a few bites, and then hurriedly walked towards the well in the backyard with a quilt in her arms.

Under the sunlight, she scrubbed her quilt with great effort, cursing through gritted teeth in a voice only she could hear.

"Bastard...you big bad guy..."

"Why do you have to shout so loudly..."

"It ruined me...it ruined me..."

The girl's cheeks flushed red as she looked at the strange mark on the blanket, feeling both ashamed and angry.

If she hadn't been eavesdropping all night, would she have been so nervous that she made a mess of the blankets?

She definitely needs to hold back next time!

However, she then looked at Zhou Xue with envy.