Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Chapter 388: Chapter 217: Insolence! Can’t I Even Sleep at Home?

Hearing Zhao Qiao’Er cursing and muttering in the courtyard, Su Liyan grew concerned.

"Please, quiet down," she cautioned. "That’s someone we can’t afford to provoke."

If Su Liyan said they couldn’t afford to provoke someone, then they definitely couldn’t.

Given Lu Yuan’s current status, there was really no one they knew and couldn’t afford to provoke, aside from the ruler of the Empire.

Hearing Su Liyan’s words, Zhao Qiao’Er quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Liyan, you don’t mean... *him*, do you?"

Su Liyan simply nodded, saying nothing.

"I wasn’t too loud just now, was I?" Zhao Qiao’Er asked.

Zhao Qiao’Er looked around at everyone. "What’s wrong? Was I loud or not? Say something!"

"Not loud, not loud at all!" everyone chimed in.

Only then did Zhao Qiao’Er relax. "Come on, let’s eat. I bet Lu Yuan didn’t get a proper meal on his journey. The food’s been ready for a while."

At Zhao Qiao’Er’s urging, dinner was served exceptionally early that evening.

Everyone took their seats. Bengbeng was old enough to sit at the table and use her own chopsticks, but Huanhuan was still too little and needed to be nursed.

Zhao Qiao’Er cradled Huanhuan in her arms, nursing her.

Since Lu Yuan was the only man present, Zhao Qiao’Er felt no need to be shy about nursing Huanhuan.

Cradling the baby, Zhao Qiao’Er said, "Everyone, dig in! Don’t wait for me. Eat and drink your fill."

"And you," Zhao Qiao’Er called to a nearby maid, "bring a few jars of wine for the master. Don’t just stand there dawdling."

A few maids heard her and went to the storehouse to fetch the wine jars.

Zhao Qiao’Er watched Bengbeng eat with her chopsticks, her face full of admiration. "Look at our Bengbeng! She can do everything herself. You’re so clever!"

Bengbeng placed a piece of chicken in Zhao Qiao’Er’s bowl. "Second Mother, make little sister grow up faster! I want to play with her already."

Zhao Qiao’Er quickly held up her bowl to catch the piece of chicken. "Huanhuan still needs a lot of time to grow. Bengbeng will have to wait for quite a while, sweetie."

As the daughter of Lu Yuan and Su Liyan, Bengbeng’s growth rate far surpassed that of an ordinary person; one year for her was like three for a normal child.

Lu Yuan rested his left hand on Song Meiqin’s upper thigh as he picked up food with his right.

’This long-missed warmth... a wife, children, a cozy home. This is happiness!’

’They say a good wife brings prosperity for three generations. Marrying three good wives must bring prosperity for nine.’

As they were eating, a maid came to announce, "Madam, the young miss is back."

Xiaoqian had been married out from the Zhao Mansion, which had granted her the status of one of its own young misses.

"Have her come in," Zhao Qiao’Er said.

Xiaoqian and Su Changliang appeared before them, holding hands and carrying several gifts.

Zhao Qiao’Er had already sent word to Xiaoqian about Lu Yuan and Su Liyan’s return that day.

Seeing Lu Yuan and Su Liyan, Xiaoqian called out happily, "Brother-in-law! Sister!"

No one made a point of standing up. They were all family, so there was no need for such formalities.

Everyone greeted them and made room for them to sit.

Xiaoqian let go of Su Changliang’s hand and skipped over to Su Liyan. Bending down, she wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting them on Su Liyan’s shoulders and affectionately rubbing her cheek against her sister-in-law’s.

"Sister, you and Brother-in-law are finally back!" Xiaoqian said. "We all missed you so much."

Su Liyan smiled. "Has our little brother been bullying you?"

Hearing this, Su Changliang cut in, "Sister, what are you talking about? It’s more like she’s been bullying me!"

Su Changliang put on an aggrieved expression.

At his words, Xiaoqian turned and shot Su Changliang a fierce glare.

Su Changliang pouted and placed the gifts in a corner, the very picture of a henpecked husband.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiao’Er covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled. "The women from our Zhao Mansion have backbone! They won’t be bullied no matter where they go. Someone, bring two more chairs!"

"Sister, don’t listen to Changliang’s nonsense," Xiaoqian said. "He can’t beat me when we spar, so he claims I’m bullying him. Mother can vouch for me on this."

Xiaoqian looked at Su Liyan’s mother with a sincere expression.

Su Liyan’s mother quickly agreed. "Yes, it’s true. Changliang’s Martial Arts are no match for Xiaoqian’s."

Su Liyan’s mother had been staying at the Zhao Mansion, so she didn’t know all the details. However, one thing was certain: Su Changliang truly couldn’t defeat Xiaoqian.

Whenever Xiaoqian got upset, she would use her Illusion Talent Skill, and Su Changliang had failed to escape the Illusion Realm on several occasions.

Lu Yuan, who had been caressing Song Meiqin’s leg, finally chimed in. "Oh? Is there some kind of conflict between Xiaoqian and Changliang?"

It’s perfectly normal for newlyweds to have conflicts. They just need an adjustment period.

Su Changliang looked troubled. He brought over a chair, found an empty space to sit, and then looked at Xiaoqian, as if seeking her permission to speak.

Xiaoqian spoke up first. "Changliang, go on and tell Sister and Brother-in-law what’s really going on."

Su Changliang heaved a long sigh. "Well, first of all, it’s Mother’s fault. She never let me practice Martial Arts when I was a kid, so now I can’t beat Xiaoqian."

"Get to the real issue!" Su Liyan’s mother cut in.

’I’m just sitting here, and suddenly I’m getting blamed for it!’

Su Liyan’s mother urged Su Changliang to get to the point.

’Practice Martial Arts?’

’In her eyes, Su Changliang just wasn’t cut out for it. Su Liyan’s talent far surpassed his; it was better for him to just live as an ordinary person.’

Xiaoqian had mastered her Illusion Talent Skills.

In contrast, Su Changliang really didn’t have any remarkable Talent Skills to speak of.

’What a strange way for a young couple to flirt,’ Lu Yuan thought. ’Most people just eat, drink, and have fun, but these two have sparring matches. Then again, they’re both from the Half-demon Race, which is a Martial culture.’

Xiaoqian stood up and cut in, "I’d better be the one to say it. Changliang is too embarrassed."

Everyone looked on, ready for the drama to unfold. Even Bengbeng put down her chopsticks to watch her auntie.

After sitting down, Xiaoqian said, "It’s about having a child. Changliang has a lot of official duties these days, and I understand that, but he still needs to make time for us, you know?"