Free Web NovelChapter 325: Chapter 123: The Lady Knows Her Status, Three Demons Devour a Dynasty
Divine Martial Monarch’s mansion, courtyard.
The two women took the pills handed over by Li Xuan, then looked at each other, but didn’t notice any change.
After a while, Wei Yao also came; upon seeing Li Xuan’s broken arm, she wasn’t that worried. She truly understands how terrifying Li Xuan can be. A broken arm is to Li Xuan what losing a strand of hair is to ordinary people.
As evening approached, the children returned from their lessons. Li Xuan administered the Purifying Body Pill to Xiaojin, but there were no immediate effects.
However, Li Xuan wasn’t in a rush; the pill’s effects would take about six or seven days to fully manifest.
After checking the children’s homework, the family had dinner together.
As night deepened, the maids gradually left, and Xiaojing and Xiaojin were taken away by the wet nurse.
It was then that Li Xuan looked towards Tian Yuan, Zhao Qingxue, and Wei Yao.
Sister Yuan’s features were clean, serene, and gentle, with a radiant intellect in her eyes. The life of a princess added touches of grandeur and grace, making her composed and calm. Anyone who saw her would know she must be a person of status yet also very kind, inspiring respect in others; even the most impolite person would instinctively start observing decorum. Sister Yuan wasn’t plump; instead, she displayed a hint of fragility. Thinking about the things she bore and did day-to-day, Li Xuan felt a sense of pity in his heart, wanting to pull her into his arms and pamper her.
Sister Yuan felt her husband’s gaze, knowing what he wanted to do.
She didn’t avert her eyes, her gaze like autumn water, full of tender affection, overflowing with gentleness.
Zhao Qingxue was beautifully slender, even after giving birth to a daughter. Still exquisite, her chest was prominent, her hips lifted, and her skin snow-white, as if she hadn’t lived in the mundane world, rather like a precious porcelain doll to be cherished. Powerful men liked to bully such petite women, and vice versa... the same.
Feeling Li Xuan’s gaze, Zhao Qingxue seemed to remember something, her heart growing anxious, and her limbs becoming weak, as if she knew something was bound to happen that night.
Wei Yao, in contrast, was a tall beauty. Years of training had made her originally thin frame much more plump. She held her snow-white neck high, resembling a proud swan, and her long, snow-white legs could unsettle any man.
She was straightforward and lively, not as reserved as Tian Yuan nor as timid as Zhao Qingxue, hence she directly asked: "Where are you sleeping tonight?"
Zhao Qingxue stealthily perked up her ears, feeling both shy and expectant in her heart.
Li Xuan laughed: "Together."
Wei Yao coldly replied: "The bed isn’t big enough."
Li Xuan said: "Then we’ll combine the beds."
Zhao Qingxue blushed, exclaiming: "The maids outside... will know..."
When she said "will know," her voice was as thin as a mosquito’s buzz.
She didn’t reject the suggestion, only worried about the "preparations".
"Leave it to the husband’s arrangement." Tian Yuan covered her mouth, chuckling softly.
"Sister!" Zhao Qingxue protested slightly, but while she said it, she had already begun to feel weak.
Tian Yuan suddenly rolled her eyes, smiled at Li Xuan, then leaned in and whispered lightly into the two women’s ears.
It was fine not to say anything, but once she did, even Wei Yao blushed a little.
Zhao Qingxue had already sat down, leaning against the table, her legs tightly together.
Tian Yuan then approached Li Xuan, whispering: "Why not let the husband blindfold himself, lie on the couch, and draw cards? Whichever he draws, that one meets with the husband.
Once each of us three sisters has spent time with the husband, that’s it.
And if one sister draws the husband’s card a second time, the rules must change, and it should... be like this, like this..."
Li Xuan felt deeply moved upon hearing this, and so he agreed.
A night of indulgence...
The next morning, both Tian Yuan and Zhao Qingxue were exhausted.
Wei Yao, however, gritted her teeth quietly, endured the pain, and pretended nothing was amiss as she persisted in rising early to practice her spear.
Li Xuan listened to the whooshing sound of the spear in the courtyard, feeling an inexplicable sense of "memory recall," as if he had instantly returned to the scenes of ten years ago in Xiongshan County.
Except, back then, there wasn’t Sister Yuan or Zhao Qingxue by his side.
Looking at Sister Yuan, lying with a smile at his side, feeling content, and the Little Princess, frowning slightly, Li Xuan reached out to smooth the Little Princess’s furrowed brows.
But as soon as he touched them, the Little Princess opened her eyes, casting a fierce glare at him like a little tigress ready to pounce, growling softly: "I told you to be gentle, slow last night, but why didn’t you listen?"
Li Xuan chuckled: "I didn’t know it was you."
The Little Princess gasped, hurt, saying: "Do you think I’m stupid?"
Li Xuan replied: "Blindfolded, I truly didn’t know."
"Liar!" The Little Princess angrily twisted her body, trying to roll up the quilt and move away, but... the quilt didn’t roll up, so she just rolled herself to the corner of the wall.
Li Xuan couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
He lay there comfortably, his mind and body relaxed tremendously.
Those dangers that kept him on edge seemed to have temporarily receded.
This feeling was incredibly magical.
Nothing had changed, yet he was able to relax, temporarily stepping out from that eerie, terrifying, suffocating game, taking a breath.
"Thank you, Sister Yuan..."
"And Xiaoxue."
"What do you mean ’and’? You’re biased." The Little Princess exclaimed again.
Confronted with unfairness, she always dared to speak up.
Li Xuan laughed: "How dare I, how dare I? The status of both wives is equal; this was decreed by the former sovereign."
"Do you even respect the former sovereign?" The Little Princess questioned confidently.
Li Xuan chuckled.
Ever since demons appeared and cultivators emerged, the "Sovereign" had become a joke.
The world’s power structures had completely transformed; the ones truly controlling a country were no longer the sovereign. The way of seizing lands, waging wars wasn’t sending troops to the front lines, but most directly, most fiercely, most cruelly... monarch against monarch.
