Translator: Paperplane, Zenobys
With a slight hint of fear on Han Moze’s face, he tightly embraced Liu Rushuang. “It really was an accident that time. I’ll never treat you like that again,” He said.
“Then, you kicked out all the concubines from the imperial harm to make it up to me, didn’t you? My anger pretty much subsided after that,” said Liu Rushuang with a smile on her lips.
Han Moze stroked Liu Rushuang’s cheek, then softly chucked. “Then after that, we spent half a month at the Valley of the Medicine King. Although you didn’t tell me that you liked me at the time, I was still very happy.”
Han Moze thought back to the beautiful scenery at the valley and smiled brightly.
“Shuang’er, I really hope that you can quickly find pieces of your soul, so you can then give me five or six babies,” said Han Moze sweetly, as he tightly embraced Liu Rushuang.
…
In the afternoon, Liu Rushuang called both Qing’er and Han Moxi to the Fallen Phoenix Palace.
Then, she handed each person half an inner breath fruit.
“Both your martial art skills are too weak and often drag down Ze and I, so this is half a piece of inner breath fruit for each of you. In the future, practice your martial arts well and you can also be a first class master.”
Han Moze and Qing’Er’s faces looked immediately embarrassed. Did she need to put it so bluntly?
Their martial art skills weren’t certainly excellent, but she didn’t need to say such cutting words!
Han Moze and Qing’er’s face dropped, as they each ate half the piece of fruit.
They couldn’t decline her offer.
Since they knew Han Moze and Liu Rushuang’s had extremely strong inner breath, they didn’t mind earning an extra dozen years of inner breath.
After Han Moze and Qing’er swallowed it, a blue airflow shrouded their entire bodies.
Qing’er felt her whole body feel a lot more light and agile.
Han Moxi felt the same.
“Young Miss, I will definitely train well and not drag you down!” Vowed Qing’er.
Liu Rushuang shot a glance at the pair and smirked. “Let’s hope so!”
…
Three or four days after the wedding, Han Moze, Liu Rushuang, and a large group of men on horses set a course to White Cloud City.
The tassels of the luxurious, red horse carriage swayed. It looked extremely beautiful!
Liu Rushuang laid her head upon Han Moze’s lap and used it as a pillow.
Asleep?!
Han Moze silently watched her sleep for an hour or two, and yet she still hadn’t woken up. The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.
After they got married, Shuang’er had become lazier and lazier!
Was it because life’s too easy now?
He pulled a wicked smile, then lowered his head and kissed Liu Rushuang on her red, succulent lips.
Liu Rushuang’s lips twitched but continued to sleep soundly.
Han Moze’s nimble tongue slowly reached Liu Rushuang’s mouth.
Liu Rushuang felt something strange on her lips and opened her eyes.
Immediately, she turned her head and glared furiously at Han Moze. “You better quiet down so I can get a good night’s sleep. Otherwise, I’m going to keep my distance from you!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth.
Han Moze looked up and pouted as if he was wronged. “I won’t disturb you anymore! Go sleep!” He said dejectedly.
How had Shuang’Er become increasingly ill-tempered after the marriage?
Liu Rushuang wore a faint smile, then continued to sleep. Han Moze hadn’t given Liu Rushuang a good night’s sleep for several nights now.
Han Moze sighed helplessly.
It looked like she was really reduced to being a slave wife!
…
In the Fallen Phoenix Palace of the Capital, Qing’er and Duanhu exchanged glares.
“Duanhu, roar for me and I’ll give you a nice treat,” said Qing’er enticingly, as she held out a black piece of jerky in her hand.
Roarrrr! cried Duanhu obediently.
Phwooosh! Qing’er threw the jerky into Duanhu’s mouth and happily chimed, “Haha… how interesting! So cute!”
Han Moxi opened the door and stepped inside with a friendly smile. “Qing’er, why are you so happy?”