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

Lin Wan is usually gentle and soft-spoken, and is very timid and reserved. But once she is moved, the tenderness that is suppressed in her bones overflows like a tide.

She bit down hard on the corner of the thin blanket, afraid of making the slightest sound, but her intermittent cries and pleas for mercy still drifted through the cracks in the carved wooden window into the cool morning breeze.

At the corner of the courtyard corridor.

Su Yue was holding a handful of roasted pumpkin seeds, peeking curiously towards the main house.

She listened intently to the sounds coming from inside the house, forgetting to spit out the sunflower seed shells in her mouth.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Su Yue swallowed hard and muttered under her breath, "Wan'er, who usually seems so gentle and weak, is making such a big fuss? This is almost as big as Xue'er's."

She pursed her lips, secretly thinking to herself: "My husband's body is like an iron beast. He was up all night last night, and he's still so energetic this morning."

Listening to the blush-inducing noises inside, Su Yue felt as if her heart had been gently scratched by a cat's paw, her whole body felt hot, and her legs felt weak.

"No, no, if I keep listening, something bad will happen..."

Su Yue patted her burning cheeks and was about to turn around and slip away when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure crouching under the windowsill on the west side of the main house.

That's Jia Qinghan.

Jia Qinghan had her back to Su Yue, and her whole body was almost pressed against the window frame.

She gripped the hem of her dress tightly with one hand, while her other hand had somehow slipped inside the lining of her cross-collar ruqun, her fingertips trembling slightly.

That cool and proud pretty face was now covered with an unusual flush, her breathing was rapid and disordered, and even the roots of her ears were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.

Clearly, she was even more engrossed in listening than Su Yue, completely immersed in some unspeakable shame and longing, unaware that someone was approaching from behind.

Su Yue's eyes darted around, and a sly smile curled at the corner of her lips.

She tiptoed over and suddenly patted Jia Qinghan on the shoulder.

"Sister Qinghan, what are you doing?"

"ah--!"

Jia Qinghan was so frightened that she jumped up as if she had been electrocuted.

Her hand, which had been inside her clothes, was pulled out abruptly as if burned, and in the haste of the movement, she almost broke the ties of her bodice.

She turned around in a panic, leaning against the wall, her chest heaving, her eyes darting around in confusion.

"You...how come you walk so quietly!"

Jia Qinghan stammered as she questioned him, her hands behind her back, desperately trying to hide her embarrassment.

Su Yue blinked her innocent-looking big eyes, her gaze tracing down her neck, and said with a grin:

"I've been here the whole time. But you, sister, why aren't you busy with your own things this early in the morning? What are you doing hiding under your husband's window? And why are you reaching so deep in, touching some treasure?"

"Who...who touched the treasure!"

Jia Qinghan was so ashamed and indignant that she wished she could disappear into the ground.

She forced a cold expression and gritted her teeth as she protested, "I was just passing by! I heard noises inside and thought it was a burglary... Yes, I came to catch the thief!"

"You caught the thief under your husband's bed?" Su Yue chuckled, covering her mouth, her eyes full of teasing. "Did you catch the thief, sister? Should I go in and call out for my husband, saying that Miss Jia is waiting outside to serve him?"

"Su Yue! Are you looking for a beating?!"

Jia Qinghan's eyes reddened with embarrassment. She stomped her foot angrily, unable to stay any longer.

She covered her burning cheeks and, like a frightened rabbit, hurriedly fled, lifting her skirt and disappearing into the woodshed in the backyard in the blink of an eye.

Su Yue watched her disheveled figure and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"What's with all the arrogance? Sooner or later she'll be meat in her husband's mouth..."

One hour later.

The bedroom door creaked open.

Qi Shan emerged, dressed in a loose-fitting blue monk's robe, looking refreshed and with a satisfied smile on his face.

Behind him, Lin Wan walked out slowly with her head down.

She changed into a clean and elegant pale yellow cardigan dress, her black hair casually tied into a bun, but her legs swayed slightly as she walked, and the lingering springtime feeling in her eyes and brows could not be concealed.

"Husband, I'm going to wash my face first..." Lin Wan blushed, not daring to look at Su Yue in the courtyard, and walked quickly toward the well with her head down.

Just then, heavy footsteps and rude shouts came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Damn it! I'd rather fight those barbarians Yelü than look at this damn ledger!"

Meng Da, sporting two huge dark circles under his eyes and carrying two thick stacks of account books tied with hemp rope, strode into the courtyard gate, cursing and swearing.

Upon seeing Qi Shan standing in the courtyard, Meng Da quickly composed himself, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Commander! All the military camp accounts you requested are here. I stayed up all night with two clerks, and our heads are about to explode from calculating, but the amounts of silver and rations are still several tens of taels off!"

Qi Shan took the stack of account books and flipped through them casually.

The page was filled with a dense, illegible mess of scribbled entries, with entries and exits mixed together, covered in corrections and alterations—it was a complete jumble.

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself here." Qi Shan threw the account book back into Meng Da's arms. "From now on, you don't need to manage the army's finances and accounts."

Upon hearing this, Meng Da was overjoyed and grinned, "Really? Sir, you've found a new accountant? Which old scholar in town is it? I'll go prepare tea for him right away!"

"No need to find outsiders."

Qi Shan turned to the side and pointed to Lin Wan, who had just come out of the side room: "From now on, the chief financial officer of the Qingyang Garrison will be my second wife."

Meng Da's smile froze instantly.

He blinked his big, round eyes, looked at the delicate and frail Lin Wan who seemed like she could be blown away by the wind, and then at Qi Shan, his mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

"Sir...you're not joking with me, are you?"

Meng Da scratched the back of his head and said in a gruff voice, "Madam is of noble birth, how could she do such rough work? Besides, the military accounts are terribly complicated, even the old accountants in the city get a headache from them. Madam is just a woman, what does she know about accounting..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan paused slightly.

She wasn't angry; she simply walked quietly to the stone table, sat down, and calmly said, "Lord Meng, please put down the account books."

Meng Da was taken aback; he realized he had said the wrong thing.

Lin Wan must be the wife of a commander; how could he compare her to an ordinary rich woman?

"Madam, that's not what I meant. I'm just a rough, uncultured man from the mountains, and I don't know how to keep my mouth shut. Please don't take it seriously."

At this moment, Su Ye also walked over and kicked Meng Da in the butt.

"Let me see who's bullying my second sister? General Meng Da, is it? Why is it General Meng?"

"General Meng has recently been promoted to centurion, and he has become so arrogant. Don't you know that my second sister comes from a prominent family in this region? In terms of arithmetic, no one in the entire Qingyang City can surpass her?"

"If you dare speak ill of my second sister again, I'll kick your butt until it's bruised and battered!"