Transmigrated into a Scummy Alpha Playboy in Ancient Times - Chapter 126

Shen Xingyue resettled the fifty thousand surrendered troops on a desolate plot of land on the outskirts of the capital. She instructed Commander Zhang to oversee their organization and have the soldiers set up camp there. One reason she chose this remote location was that the land was undeveloped. When spring arrived, she could assign the soldiers to cultivate the land and establish agricultural settlements. This would significantly reduce the burden on the imperial court.

After settling the main force, Shen Xingyue and Han Shu, accompanied only by a few dozen personal guards, rode toward the capital. They finally entered the city around noon. Wasting no time, the first thing they did was head straight for the imperial palace.

They had sent a messenger ahead on horseback to report their return, so the palace gates had already been informed. When the guards saw Shen Xingyue and Han Shu approaching, they were immediately allowed through—though, of course, they had to dismount before entering.

Shen Xingyue and Han Shu, along with four attendants, hurried into the palace. Wen Jing spotted them from afar outside the Hall of Diligent Governance and quickly went inside to report, “Your Majesty, the Commandery Princess and General Han have returned.”

“Quick, let them in,” Emperor Shen Kaiyuan said with a smile.

Before long, Shen Xingyue, Han Shu, and their guards entered the hall. The two were about to bow when Shen Kaiyuan approached and stopped them himself.

“No need for formalities. So, how did it go this time? According to the letter, Wang Mingda is dead?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes,” Shen Xingyue replied with a smile. “Wang Mingda was killed by his own men. This entire conflict started because Wang Mingda lied to his fifty thousand troops, claiming they were going to Jizhou to suppress bandits, when he himself was the real bandit. Most of his soldiers surrendered voluntarily, so in truth, we barely had to draw our swords.”

“And those fifty thousand troops—have they been dealt with properly?” the Emperor asked.

“They have, Your Majesty. I’ve already had them camped on a barren plot of land near a small county outside the capital,” she replied quickly.

“Good,” Shen Kaiyuan said, clearly pleased. “To have put down Wang Mingda without significant casualties is no small feat. You’ve both worked hard. Tomorrow during court, I’ll reward you both accordingly. For now, I know you’re eager to return home, so I won’t keep you here for a meal. Go home and rest.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Shen Xingyue and Han Shu said, bowing deeply.

The two left the Hall of Diligent Governance and hurried toward the Prince’s residence.

Shen Xingyue had not seen Su Muyu in three months. She had missed her little kitten terribly. Nearly running, she rushed into the residence and darted straight back to Feixue Pavilion.

She arrived at the bedroom door, gently pushed it open, and saw Su Muyu fast asleep on the bed.

Shen Xingyue removed her heavy cloak and set it on a nearby stool, then took off her helmet. Only then did she quietly approach the bed.

Looking at the delicate figure sleeping soundly, Shen Xingyue’s ears flushed red. Just two glances were enough to stir a mischievous urge in her heart.

Seeing that Su Muyu was still sleeping peacefully, Shen Xingyue didn’t wake her. Instead, she asked Yiliu to bring her a change of clothes and went to bathe in the guest room. She hadn’t had a proper bath in six or seven days, and the constant travel had left her body with a smell she could hardly stand.

After soaking in the tub and changing into clean silk garments, she finally felt alive again. Free of the dozen or so pounds of armor, she felt so light it was as if she could fly.

She used a thick towel to dry her hair, then quietly returned to the bedroom. Gazing at her sleeping kitten, Shen Xingyue’s lips curved into a faint smile. She removed her outer robe, leaving only her underclothes, and carefully lifted the blanket on one side, slowly lying down beside her.

Pressing close to Su Muyu’s back, Shen Xingyue propped herself up slightly and looked at her lover’s peaceful sleeping face. She leaned closer, inhaling the soft scent of gardenia that clung to Su Muyu’s neck and shoulders. Her throat tightened slightly, and she had to swallow hard to suppress the impulse to pounce on her kitten right then and there.

Shen Xingyue stared at Su Muyu with longing for a while, but eventually settled down obediently and closed her eyes, ready to nap together.

Half-asleep, Su Muyu slowly woke, only to feel someone lying close behind her. Her heart leapt in alarm. She turned her pale face around nervously—only to see the person she had missed day and night: Shen Xingyue.

Tears welled up in Su Muyu’s eyes as she quickly turned to face her. Reaching out, she gently touched Shen Xingyue’s cheek, noticing that she seemed thinner than when she left.

Without even realizing it, Su Muyu began to cry, quietly sniffling. After a moment of hesitation, she leaned forward and softly kissed Shen Xingyue’s lips.

Shen Xingyue, utterly exhausted from the journey, had barely rested in recent days. Now that she was finally home, she was fast asleep. Feeling something tickle her face, she was too tired to open her eyes, and simply pulled the source of the sensation into her arms and gave it a gentle squeeze before continuing to sleep.

Pulled into Shen Xingyue’s embrace, Su Muyu didn’t resist. In fact, she snuggled in even closer. Not satisfied yet, she tilted her head up and planted several more kisses on Shen Xingyue’s lips. Seeing that she still hadn’t woken, Su Muyu’s heart ached. How exhausted must Shen Xingyue have been, to sleep so deeply?

In truth, it wasn’t that Shen Xingyue couldn’t be roused. Back in the military camp, even the slightest noise outside her tent would wake her instantly. But now that she was home—safe at last—her vigilance had faded, allowing her a rare, peaceful slumber.

Su Muyu buried herself in Shen Xingyue’s arms, leaned in to take in the scent at the crook of her neck, then gently pressed a kiss there. It had been three long months since she’d last seen Shen Xingyue, and she had missed her dearly. Now, being held so tightly, Su Muyu too drifted off into sleep.

By the time Shen Xingyue awoke, the sun was already setting. She opened her eyes, stretched lazily, and looked down at the still-sleeping Su Muyu nestled in her arms. Feeling that it was about time to get up, she leaned down to kiss the tip of Su Muyu’s ear, then trailed soft kisses to her lips. It didn’t take long before Su Muyu stirred awake.

Her eyes were still misty with sleep, gazing dreamily at Shen Xingyue.

Shen Xingyue kissed the corner of her lips and said softly, “Is my little lazy kitten finally awake?”

“I’m not lazy,” Su Muyu murmured as she returned the kiss, her fingertips playing lightly with the edge of Shen Xingyue’s ear. “I actually woke up once earlier, but when I saw you sleeping so soundly, I couldn’t bear to wake you.”

Shen Xingyue slipped her hand to Su Muyu’s waist, pulling her in and deepening the kiss. It wasn’t until much later that they finally parted.

Catching her breath, Shen Xingyue wrapped Su Muyu in her arms again, one hand expertly massaging her lover’s waist as she asked playfully, “Did my princess consort miss me this time?”

Su Muyu, thoroughly weakened from Shen Xingyue’s teasing, leaned softly into her embrace. With effort, she reached up and hooked her arm around Shen Xingyue’s neck, brushed her lips against hers, and whispered, “I missed you so much.”

Delighted by her kitten’s rare display of initiative, Shen Xingyue immediately leaned in for another kiss.

The room was filled with a unique fragrance, a blend of sweet gardenia and a cool, lingering hint of wine.

By the time Shen Xingyue finally stopped, Su Muyu had long since lost all strength. Shen Xingyue, holding her soft little kitten close, could clearly feel that her stamina had improved compared to before. Perhaps this trip to Jizhou hadn’t been in vain after all?

Looking down at the boneless Su Muyu in her arms, Shen Xingyue coaxed gently, “Do you want to get up and eat something? Are you still tired?”

“I’m exhausted… I don’t have any strength left,” Su Muyu whined sweetly, snuggling against her. She could tell that her beloved Yue’er had been deprived for far too long—she didn’t stand a chance against her today.

Shen Xingyue kissed the tip of her ear, her voice tender, “Let’s have them make some pork rib congee. I’ll bring it over and feed you myself, all right?”

“Mhm~” Su Muyu hummed softly in response, tightening the arm she had draped around Shen Xingyue’s neck.

Seeing that her kitten had no intention of letting go, Shen Xingyue lowered her head to give her another kiss. “I’ll go tell them to prepare the food. After we eat, I’ll hold you again—for as long as you like, okay?”

“Shen Xingyue, I missed you so much,” Su Muyu whispered, her voice soft and sticky, tinged with longing and just a hint of seduction. Her eyes still shimmered faintly with the flush of passion.

“I missed you too, my Rain,” Shen Xingyue murmured, kissing and coaxing her as she gently massaged her waist, finally getting her kitten to release her.

Drawing the bed curtains closed, Shen Xingyue had Yiliu and the others prepare a light meal.

Worried that Su Muyu might catch a cold, she first dressed her in a clean inner robe. Then she brought over a bowl of pork rib congee and carefully fed her, spoon by spoon.

Su Muyu leaned contentedly against her, directing Shen Xingyue as she ate, her eyes brimming with joy.

Once she was done feeding Su Muyu, Shen Xingyue finally sat down by the table and began to eat. With the very first bite, she felt a sense of bliss spread through her whole body. The food in the prince’s residence was far superior to anything she’d eaten while marching. Unable to resist, she began devouring it eagerly.

Su Muyu, having lifted the bed curtains, turned to watch her. Sure enough, only when Shen Xingyue was home could she truly feel at peace. Every night before this, her thoughts would spiral into worry—was Shen Xingyue eating properly? Was she sleeping well? Most of all, she feared Shen Xingyue getting injured.

But now, all of that worry melted away. Judging by the energy Shen Xingyue had just shown while teasing her… she was clearly in better shape than before. Su Muyu’s ears tinged pink as she stared quietly, lost in thought.

After eating her fill, Shen Xingyue asked for their washing supplies. She and Su Muyu freshened up together before crawling back into bed, Shen Xingyue cradling her sweet-smelling kitten in her arms as they drifted off to sleep.

On the other side of the residence, Han Shu lay beside Shen Taotao.

The baby in Taotao’s belly was now over six months along, and her once-flat stomach had rounded noticeably.

Han Shu held her from behind, letting Taotao rest against her chest. Her hand gently caressed Taotao’s belly as she whispered with a smile, “Has the baby been behaving while I was away?”

“Mmm… sometimes she moves around a lot,” Shen Taotao pouted, nuzzling into Han Shu, seeking affection.

Han Shu gently tapped her fingers on Shen Taotao’s belly and softly “scolded” the restless little one inside.
“You little rascal, don’t you go bullying your mother, understand? If you misbehave, once you’re out, I’ll have to spank your tiny bottom.”

“Big Sister Shu, you can’t spank the baby!” Shen Taotao immediately protested, instinctively defending her child.

Han Shu chuckled and kissed the tip of Shen Taotao’s ear, coaxing her gently, “Alright then. If the baby bullies you, you can come bully me instead. How about that?”

Shen Taotao pinched Han Shu’s fingertips lightly and looked up at her with soft, tender eyes.
“I couldn’t bear to bully you either.”

“My Taotao is such a sweetheart.” Han Shu leaned in again and kissed her lips tenderly, whispering affectionate reassurances.

They always say pregnant women tend to be temperamental, but her Taotao remained as gentle and soft as ever—so sweet that Han Shu couldn’t get enough of her. She was already beginning to look forward to what their little one might be like.

Later that night, Shen Taotao spent a long while hesitating, then finally buried her face in the covers and mumbled in a small voice,
“Big Sister Shu… Physician Zhou said the baby’s already stable at six months. We could… be intimate again.”

As soon as she said it, her face flushed a deep red, and she hid beneath the blanket, too embarrassed to look at Han Shu.

Seeing her shy like this, Han Shu gently pulled the blanket down a little and kissed her lips.
“Have you been feeling alright these past few days?” she asked softly. “Would it be too much for your body?”

Shen Taotao’s ears and cheeks turned crimson. She gave Han Shu a flustered glare and mumbled,
“If… if you’re gentle, it’s fine.”

Seeing her like this, Han Shu’s peach blossom eyes lit up with amusement and affection. She leaned in to kiss her again and whispered,
“Alright. Everything will be as my Taotao wishes.”

She herself had gone without for quite a while, so now that they could finally share some closeness, Han Shu was quietly thrilled.

The next morning, Shen Xingyue woke early, still mindful of her duty to attend court. Seeing her little kitten still asleep in her arms, she leaned down and kissed her on the lips before whispering gently,
“Yu’er, I have to attend court soon. Since I just returned yesterday, they’ll surely bring up the matter of Wang Mingda. You go ahead and sleep in a bit longer, alright?”

Su Muyu stirred slightly, opening her eyes a sliver to look at her. She leaned forward and kissed Shen Xingyue on the cheek.
“Make sure you come back early,” she murmured. “You haven’t even visited Father and Mother since you got back, have you?”

Only then did Shen Xingyue realize what she had forgotten. She’d been so focused on reuniting with her wife that she had entirely forgotten to greet her parents. She smiled sheepishly.
“You’re right. I’ll come back right after court, and we can go visit them together and have lunch.”

“Mhm, go ahead then.” Su Muyu waved her hand at her and closed her eyes again, ready to catch a little more sleep.

Shen Xingyue left and headed to Shen Taotao’s courtyard to find Han Shu so they could go to the palace together. Just as Han Shu came out, they ran into Shen Zhengchu stepping out of the courtyard.

Shen Xingyue felt a bit embarrassed and hurried over with a smile.
“Father, I rushed back so quickly yesterday. I was planning to visit you and Mother with Yu’er this afternoon.”

Shen Zhengchu gave her a sidelong glance, a half-smile tugging at his lips.
“I see… You were too eager to see your princess consort. Your mother and I clearly aren’t as important.”

“Father, that’s not what I meant,” Shen Xingyue replied with a chuckle. “I was in a sorry state when I returned—needed a bath, and all I could think of was getting some proper rest. I really didn’t mean to neglect you.”

“Didn’t mean to?” Shen Zhengchu arched a brow and stared at her.
“You only had time for your wife, but not your own parents?”

“Yes, yes. I really didn’t mean to,” Shen Xingyue said with a laugh, using every bit of charm she had to soothe her father’s mock indignation.

Eventually, she managed to coax a smile out of him, and the three of them boarded the carriage to head for the palace.

On the way, Shen Zhengchu turned his gaze toward Han Shu, who immediately stiffened with alarm and quickly explained,
“Father, I was so worried about Taotao and the baby yesterday. As you know, pregnant women can be emotionally sensitive. I spent all of yesterday keeping her company.”

Shen Zhengchu shot Han Shu a glance, then turned to Shen Xingyue with a sigh.
“Just look at Han Shu—at least her excuse sounds halfway believable.”

Shen Xingyue gave a sheepish laugh, clearly hoping to brush the matter aside.

Shen Zhengchu thought for a moment, his gaze flicking between Shen Xingyue and Han Shu. He recalled that the day before, both of them had returned to their rooms immediately after arriving and had been busy coaxing their respective beloveds. The dozen or so guards they’d brought back had been housed in the prince’s residence as well. Since they ate together with the residence’s servants, they’d ended up chatting quite a bit about the recent campaign to suppress the rebellion.

As the conversation unfolded, the guards began to notice something odd—not everyone, but more than one person had similar observations. The more they talked, the more suspicious their stories sounded. Some of the discussions included:

“You wouldn’t believe how well our general treated the Princess. It was nothing like how she used to interact with those other supervisors. Her tone was even lighter than usual.”

“Exactly. I was the one stationed outside the Princess’s main tent. The General came by several nights to massage her waist, and the two of them would talk for quite a while before parting.”

“What? You knew about that too? I thought only a few of us saw it. Besides young General Han, I’ve never seen our General treat anyone with such care during a campaign. And honestly, even though both of them are Qian Yuan, they look surprisingly good together.”

“Right? I thought I was the only one who noticed! Great minds think alike.”

…

Everyone had just returned and the atmosphere in the residence was still lively, so gossip spread like wildfire. And as the rumor passed from one mouth to the next, the story gradually warped. By the time it reached Shen Zhengchu’s ears, it had transformed into a version where Shen Xingyue and Han Shu had been secretly involved during the campaign.

Though Shen Zhengchu trusted the character of both his daughter and Han Shu, he’d already ordered the rumor to be put to rest that morning—no more idle gossip from soldiers, maids, or servants. Still, he felt it best to hear the truth straight from the source. With a light cough, he asked bluntly,
“You two didn’t do anything to betray Yu’er and Taotao, did you?”

Shen Xingyue was caught off guard by the question. Betray them? She’d been off putting down a rebellion—where would she even find the time?

She glanced at Han Shu, who also looked stunned. Then she answered,
“Father, we were leading troops and suppressing a rebellion. Where would we find time to do anything like that? Besides, don’t you trust our character?”

Shen Zhengchu actually hesitated at that last part. Truth be told, he did have some reservations—after all, his eldest daughter used to frequent dance halls and taverns. He had always worried she might’ve picked up some bad habits. And worse, he feared she might corrupt Han Shu.

He cleared his throat and said,
“You don’t even know what people have been saying in the residence this morning.”

“What are they saying?” Shen Xingyue asked, confused.

“They’re saying that the two of you were sneaking around in the army camp, giving each other massages, and getting… inappropriately close. In short, acting like a couple already,” Shen Zhengchu said with a dry cough.

Shen Xingyue was so exasperated, she almost laughed out loud.
“How is that even possible? Father, please don’t listen to that nonsense. On the road to Jizhou, we were riding for an entire day at a time. I was practically crippled by the time we arrived. If it weren’t for Han Shu helping me with my sore back, I wouldn’t even be standing here in front of you right now!”

“Exactly, Father. That’s all pure nonsense. I’m with Taotao, and of course I get along well with Xingyue. It’s all the soldiers gossiping too much. The two of us are completely innocent.”

“Well, I believe you,” Shen Zhengchu said at last. “But you’d better explain it to Taotao and Yu’er yourselves. They’ve probably heard something by now.”

When they arrived at the palace gates, the three of them dismounted from the carriage and proceeded on foot toward the Hall of Harmonious Order (Liangyi Dian). Along the way, several courtiers came over to greet them, and Shen Xingyue and Han Shu hurried to respond accordingly.

Once inside the Hall of Harmonious Order (Liangyi Dian), Shen Xingyue took her place behind Han Shu. At present, her military rank was one grade higher than her civil title, making her—aside from Han Shu—the highest-ranking military officer in the hall.

As Emperor Shen Kaiyuan entered, he passed by Shen Xingyue and gave her shoulder a pat, smiling at her as he did.

Shen Xingyue nearly had a stress response—she absolutely could not be assigned more work right now. Let her spend a few quiet days with her kitten first, please!

The Empress soon walked up to the dragon throne and sat down, smiling as she began,
“This time, Han Shu and Shen Xingyue managed to quell Wang Mingda’s rebellion without shedding a single drop of blood. That is truly commendable. As a reward, I grant you each ten thousand taels of gold and five hundred bolts of fine silk and brocade.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity,” Shen Xingyue and Han Shu stepped forward and bowed in unison.

Shen Kaiyuan nodded with a smile and continued,
“You two were away for over three months—truly a great hardship. This was Yue’er’s first time commanding troops in battle, and Han Qing’s situation was even more difficult—leaving home while your wife was carrying a child. As an additional reward, I’ve ordered the artisans to make a set of gold locks and bracelets. Han Qing, this is for the unborn child. Wen Jing.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Wen Jing quickly stepped forward, carrying a large ornate box and handed it to Han Shu.

Han Shu opened it and took a look. Inside were a baby’s golden longevity lock, a small necklace, four tiny gold bracelets, and a few jingling golden bells—all exquisitely crafted and adorable. She couldn’t help but smile and offered another bow.
“On behalf of the child, I thank Your Majesty for this gracious gift.”

“Furthermore, I grant you both a one-month leave to rest at home and spend time with your families,” Shen Kaiyuan added with a grin.

They thanked the Emperor once more before the court continued with routine matters. The flood disaster in the south had long since subsided, and the displaced refugees had each received rations and had been resettled in towns across the southern regions.

After court was dismissed, the three of them—Shen Xingyue, Han Shu, and Shen Zhengchu—returned in the same carriage. Shen Xingyue hadn’t dared to examine the imperial gift too closely earlier, but now in the privacy of the carriage, she eagerly took the box from Han Shu’s hands. She opened it and spotted a particularly cute longevity lock. On the back, there was even a pudgy little phoenix with its cheeks puffed out.

Shen Xingyue picked it up, her eyes lighting up.
“So cute! Look at this—there’s even a little chubby chick on the back!”

Han Shu glanced over and corrected her,
“That’s a chubby phoenix.”

“Same thing. A bird’s a bird,” Shen Xingyue said with a grin. “This bell is adorable too, and it comes with a gold chain. Just imagine it jingling on a baby’s ankle—too cute for words.”

She shook the little bell lightly, its crisp chime filling the carriage. Shen Xingyue laughed,
“I should ask Auntie for a set too. When Yu’er and I have our own little one, I want them to have cute stuff like this too.”

“You really know how to dream,” Shen Zhengchu said with a laugh and a sigh. Still, through this whole exchange, he had kept a careful eye on them, and he was now convinced that his daughter and Han Shu were truly just good friends—nothing more, nothing secretive.

When Shen Xingyue returned to her quarters, she found Su Muyu seated at the desk, poring over this month’s accounts from the manor’s estates. When she saw Shen Xingyue enter, she gave her a glare but said nothing.

Shen Xingyue, eager to be close to her, dragged a round stool over and leaned her head on Su Muyu’s shoulder, whining sweetly,
“Yu’er? Look at me, won’t you?”

Su Muyu glanced over, let out a cold snort, and gently tapped Shen Xingyue’s nose.
“Start talking—what’s going on between you and Han Shu? I heard the two of you were inseparable during the campaign.”

“That’s all nonsense! They’re slandering me!” Shen Xingyue said, quickly kissing Su Muyu’s lips and soothing her with a soft voice. “I’m Qian Yuan, remember? Sure, Han Shu’s good-looking, but my heart belongs to my princess consort—always.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t like what they’re saying?” Su Muyu knew deep down that there was nothing between them, but she still felt a little sour hearing the gossip.

“I swear—it’s truer than pure gold! His Majesty even rewarded me with ten thousand taels of gold. I’ll give it all to you, okay?” Shen Xingyue hugged her and planted another kiss on her lips.

“Hmph. We’ll see how you behave,” Su Muyu muttered, tapping her nose.

“I’ll behave so well, you’ll have no complaints. Here, have some tea.” Shen Xingyue, ever the doting one, poured tea for Su Muyu and carefully held it up to her lips.

Elsewhere, Han Shu was also being interrogated—this time by Shen Taotao.

“What’s going on between you and my sister?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “I told you to take care of her, but not like that.”

Han Shu immediately realized that the young lady had misunderstood too, and quickly explained,
“It’s really not what you think. Your sister and I are completely innocent. Those rumors were just nonsense. I was just trying to help. It was her first time riding a horse for such a long distance—if I hadn’t given her a back massage, her bones would’ve felt like they were coming apart.”

“Really?” Shen Taotao looked at her, a bit skeptical.

“Of course, Taotao! Even if you don’t believe me, you should trust your sister, right?” Han Shu added in a hurry.

Shen Taotao shook her head. Honestly, based on her sister’s past behavior, she wasn’t entirely convinced. But she trusted Han Shu’s character—and it was true that her sister had matured a lot lately—so she figured it probably wasn’t what people were saying.

At lunch, the original seating arrangement was supposed to be: Shen Taotao, Han Shu, Shen Xingyue, and Su Muyu. But both Su Muyu and Shen Taotao were sensitive enough to separate Shen Xingyue and Han Shu on purpose. So it ended up being: Han Shu, Shen Taotao, Su Muyu, and Shen Xingyue. The last two seats were taken by Shen Zhengchu and Zhou Yunqing.

Shen Xingyue gave Han Shu a wry smile, and Han Shu looked back just as helpless. The two of them didn’t take it too seriously though. They even found it a little funny at the time—until later that day, when things took an unexpected turn.

After lunch, Shen Xingyue had just returned to her room with Su Muyu when Su Muyu locked the bedroom door behind them. The familiar scent of gardenias filled the air. Shen Xingyue was taken aback. She looked at her little kitten and asked,
“Yu’er, isn’t it a bit early for this today?”

Su Muyu pinched her ear and gently bit down on her lips.
“That’s what you get for making me mad.”

“It wasn’t me! It was just people spreading rumors,” Shen Xingyue muttered.

“I don’t care. You’re not getting off the hook until you’ve made it up to me,” Su Muyu said—and leaned in for a deep kiss.

That entire afternoon and evening, Shen Xingyue barely got out of bed. The next morning, the woman who had bragged about being so strong and fierce on the battlefield found herself aching all over—arms, wrists, everything. Looking down at the little kitten still sleeping in her arms, Shen Xingyue wore a mournful expression and silently swore: Never again will I make my kitten angry.

Elsewhere, Han Shu was in no better shape. Shen Taotao, already experiencing stronger emotions due to her pregnancy, had been upset too. And while General Han feared neither battlefield nor bloodshed, she was no match for the little lady’s temper. By the time morning came, Han Shu also wore an expression that said everything without a word. Her wrists were sore, her body tired—and she made a quiet decision herself: Better not upset Taotao again. If this keeps up every day, I won’t survive it either.

Su Muyu woke up in an especially good mood. When she opened her eyes, she found Shen Xingyue lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling. Su Muyu leaned in and kissed her on the lips, then smiled and asked sweetly,
“So? Still brave enough to test me again?”

“No way,” Shen Xingyue replied instantly, all obedience. From now on, whatever Yu’er says goes. And honestly… maybe I’m not as tough as I thought.

Seeing her look so pitiful and aggrieved, Su Muyu couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She snuggled into Shen Xingyue’s arms, giggling nonstop.

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