Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

That's right, that was her first thought—ever since that spy was captured, she had been hoping Chen Xueru would come to her door. But she waited and waited, and several days passed without seeing her.

Unexpectedly, Lin Quan came with her today!

Upon hearing this, Lin Quan and Chen Xueru suddenly remembered the area in the backyard.

"If it gets approved, we'd be more than happy to receive it..."

"However, the real important thing about this visit isn't the courtyard; there's something else entirely."

In a flash, Director Wang's gaze swept back and forth across the two men's faces like a searchlight.

Lin Quan cut to the chase, grabbed Chen Xueru's hand, and spoke frankly:

"We're here to get our marriage certificate."

"Get a marriage certificate? What certificate...?"

He had only spoken halfway when Director Wang suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, his face lit up, and his voice rose a fraction:

"You...you mean...you two are going to register for marriage?!"

Lin Quan nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

She added, "I'd also appreciate it if Aunt Wang could help me take care of my uncles and aunts..."

"Three days later, I'll set up two tables in the yard and have a get-together."

"Thank you, Aunt Wang, and all the elders, for taking care of me over the years."

Seeing him nod in confirmation, Director Wang looked them up and down a few times, his face beaming with undisguised joy. He immediately stood up, as swiftly as a gust of wind.

"Let's go! I'll take care of it for you myself!"

With a wave of her hand, Lin Quan and Chen Xueru followed without further ado. Under her personal supervision, in just over ten minutes, two bright red marriage certificates were neatly placed in their hands—the paper was smooth, the handwriting was clear, and they looked just like gold-embossed wedding invitations.

"From this day forward, you are a proper married couple."

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, just come to Aunt Wang."

"I'll inform all your uncles and elders one by one, without missing a single one."

Listening to Aunt Wang's repeated instructions, Lin Quan and Chen Xueru responded obediently, like two fledglings just out of their nest. They only breathed a sigh of relief after Director Wang practically pushed and escorted them out of the Military Control Commission's gate.

As soon as he stepped out the door, Lin Quan couldn't help but smile, gripping Chen Xueru's wrist tightly, his voice warm and resolute:

"From now on, you will be my lawfully wedded wife."

"We need to hurry up and prepare; it's going to be quite lively in three days."

Don't be fooled by the fact that Lin Quan's parents' old comrades-in-arms are rarely seen; they are all secretly watching his every move.

Because of his special status and heavy responsibilities, he rarely shows himself in public.

Although Director Wang is the head of the Military Control Commission and holds a high position, he is at most considered to be in the lower-middle range among Lin Quan's uncles and elders.

Lin Quan's marriage may seem like a small matter, but it was like a touchstone—their anxious hearts could finally settle down.

Even if Lin Quan doesn't take the initiative to invite them, these elders will most likely hear about it and rush to their door to offer their congratulations on the auspicious day.

Three days is neither a long nor a short time.

To properly entertain these important relatives, Lin Quan personally visited He Daqing and entrusted him with the entire banquet arrangements.

That's right, the head chef is him!

Besides He Daqing, there was also Sha Zhu who lent a hand and He Yushui who did odd jobs; not one of them was missing.

Lin Quan didn't invite any of the other people in the neighboring courtyard, nor did he even give them a heads-up.

Even when he invited He Daqing, he repeatedly instructed him in a low voice: Keep your mouth shut, and don't let a single word slip out.

Upon hearing this, He Daqing agreed without even blinking.

To ensure sufficient ingredients, Lin Quan even had Zhu Zhuqing make a special trip to the Martial Soul World to purchase a batch of fresh soul beast meat—not some rare or exotic species, but just ordinary ten- or hundred-year-old soul beast meat.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to offer something better, but rather that his uncles and elders were all ordinary people made of flesh and blood, whose bodies had been worn down by years of fighting, and who were plagued by old injuries and new illnesses.

The flesh of soul beasts that have been aged for ten or a hundred years has a gentle energy that can slowly nourish without being harsh or irritating.

However, compared to soul beasts with cultivation periods of thousands or even tens of thousands of years, these are more suitable for ordinary people to digest and absorb.

As the saying goes, "making amends can backfire," if Lin Quan were to truly offer the flesh and blood of a thousand-year-old or ten-thousand-year-old soul beast—

What was supposed to be a life-saving meal has turned into a death trap!

Not only will it fail to cure the depletion of vital energy and chronic ailments accumulated by uncles and elders over the years, it will also cause their meridians to rupture, their internal organs to churn, and them to collapse and die on the spot!

Most importantly, these commonly seen ten- or hundred-year-old soul beast meats are placed on the table...

On the surface, it appears to be of superior quality, with a glossy sheen. However, upon closer inspection, there is not a trace of spiritual energy emanating from it, nor any unusual phenomena appearing!

On the morning of the third day, just as Lin Quan had prepared all the ingredients, He Daqing and his son were already standing outside the courtyard gate waiting for him.

Boom, boom, boom...

"Here it comes—"

As soon as the front gate creaked three times, Lin Quan responded loudly.

Before he finished speaking, his gaze shifted and quietly landed on the several women gathered in the backyard.

"Congratulations, Xue Ru, your wish has come true!"

Congratulations, Sister Xue Ru, on your marriage!

Qiao Jingjing and the others exchanged glances, then spoke in unison, congratulating Chen Xueru with beaming smiles.

Immediately afterwards, as if they understood each other perfectly, they smiled at each other, and with a slight sway, they vanished like mist in the blink of an eye, disappearing completely outside the main world!

"well……"

Watching the departing figures, Lin Quan sighed silently. Chen Xueru, who was standing nearby, had already noticed his expression.

Although this gave her the upper hand, she knew better than anyone else—

Although Qiao Jingjing and the others didn't say it, they couldn't help but feel a slight ripple in their hearts.

Without beating around the bush, she immediately said softly, "Husband, after this banquet is over, you must find a proper way to give Sister Jingjing and the others an explanation."

Lin Quan nodded slightly: "Yes, I understand."

He glanced at the sky again and said, "It's getting late, go change your clothes."

Chen Xueru nodded in response and turned to leave. Before long, she had changed into a dignified and elegant bright red cheongsam, with a high collar and sleeves that reached her wrists, exuding both nobility and gentleness.

Lin Quan looked up and nodded to himself.

He then straightened his clothes and strode towards the front yard—

squeak...

As the door opened, He Daqing and his two sons were already standing quietly on the steps. Lin Quan's gaze swept over their shoulders and finally settled steadily on He Yushui's tender little face.

"Today, everything was done thanks to Master He."

Before he finished speaking, he had already stepped aside to lead the way, welcoming the three into the courtyard.

"Little Raindrop, come here—brother has some candy."

As soon as she stepped into the front yard, Lin Quan smiled and took out a handful of milk candies from his pocket, gently placing them into the little girl's palm.

At this moment, He Daqing, who was following behind, looked up and saw that there were gold-lacquered plaques hanging prominently by the courtyard wall and inside the main room:

"First-class merit," "Second-class merit"... each word is powerful and clear, reflecting the wearer's character.

Sha Zhu was oblivious to its weight, but He Daqing's pupils suddenly constricted, and his Adam's apple bobbed silently—

These are no ordinary medals; they are clearly iron-cast protective charms!

With these guardians protecting this courtyard, even the most arrogant martial spirit masters would have to hold their breath and dare not act recklessly upon entering.