I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

Murong Changqing, skilled in acting and disguise, slowly raised her head and looked at the three of them.

He looked extremely haggard, as if he had stayed up all night.

"Why are you only returning now? I was so worried, especially you, my wife. Why would a woman like you stay out all night?"

Long Jinyan had no time to care about the other party teasing his wife; he only had one thought in mind: to get her to cook noodles quickly.

He hadn't eaten all night, which left him feeling weak all over, and he felt like he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

"Brother Murong, don't ask so many questions. Get some food first. I'm completely exhausted after a whole night!"

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating. Yesterday you went to find your wife by yourself. Why didn't you bring her home after you found her? Instead, the three of you stayed out all night. And why did you bring a black horse into the yard?"

"Quickly get him out of the door! This horse might just kill me. I don't want to end up like Pei Yan, with his ribs broken by a black horse!"

Murong Changqing brandished the strainer in his hand, looking both disgusted and worried.

Long Jinyan was already exhausted from the fierce battle last night, so he couldn't listen to what the other party was saying. He just urged them on.

"Brother Murong, please, have a good heart and prepare some food first. We can talk about everything after we've eaten, okay?"

Murong Changqing realized something was wrong the moment he uttered those words.

He had just made a huge mistake, glancing at the group of people drinking tea at the stone table.

"Alright, dinner's ready in a minute!"

"Okay!"

Long Jinyan completely disregarded the fact that he was once a great general, and now he was more like a child, waiting for the crying Mu Qing to feed him milk.

Fang Xiaoxiao was the same; she hadn't eaten anything last night, and now, smelling the aroma of noodles wafting from the stove, her stomach began to protest fiercely.

Even the usually arrogant Crown Prince Pei Yan was no better off; his stomach was rumbling.

He had to fake a cough, after all, as the Crown Prince of Dayu Dynasty, how could he let people see him in such an embarrassing state?

Unfortunately, he forgot about Murong Changqing, who possessed a dog-like keen hearing.

Just then, the other party heard Young Master Pei Yan's stomach making a strange noise.

He chuckled awkwardly.

"It seems our young master Pei Yan is also hungry!"

"!"

Shameful.

Pei Yan felt an urge to kill him.

but.

Murong Changqing then continued cooking the noodles. For a brief moment, he had sensed a murderous gaze drifting towards him, and he knew without a doubt whose it was.

……

After finishing their meal, the group returned to their respective rooms.

As for Pei Yan, who was seriously injured, he only needs to rest for a period of time before he can move freely.

Fang Xiaoxiao was too lazy to care about it anymore, since she already knew the other party's strength very well.

On the way back, while Long Jinyan went to relieve himself, she discussed with Pei Yan the idea that the two should shake hands and make peace.

Pei Yan readily agreed, but said he would discuss it later after his injuries healed.

Fang Xiaoxiao lay in bed, thinking about what was to come.

She still has three husbands to marry, so it seems she has to find a way to bring them back today no matter what.

After making up her mind, she drifted off to sleep.

She was only woken up when an argument broke out at the door.

"what's the situation!"

With a sense of doubt, she dressed herself neatly and opened the wooden door.

"What are you doing, making such a racket so early in the morning!"

"?"

Long Jinyan and Murong Changqing both looked at her.

original.

Murong Changqing had just tried to pull the black horse away, but little did he know that the beast had a fiery temper. He was almost kicked by its hoof as soon as he walked over.

Long Jinyan had just returned from plowing the three acres of land after finishing his meal when he witnessed this dangerous scene. He stepped forward and kicked Murong Changqing in the face.

Murong Changqing touched his cheek, which was still sore from being kicked. As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit someone in the face, especially since his handsome face had almost been disfigured by a single kick.

Even if he had been about to be kicked by a horse's hoof, with his abilities, he could easily have dodged it.

All he does all day is think about eating, chop wood, and plow the fields; he's practically an animal. Why should Long Jinyan be kicked?

Fang Xiaoxiao sat on the stone table, listening to the two explain to each other, and then she understood the whole story.

She first glanced at Murong Changqing's swollen face, then looked at Long Jinyan, who had an innocent look on his face.

For the time being, she really couldn't come up with a solution.

"Hmm... Jin Yan didn't kick you in the face on purpose. And Jin Yan, you really are something else. You know Chang Qing makes a living with his looks, so how could you deliberately kick him like that!"

She seemed to be complaining about the straightforward boy Long Jinyan, but in reality, she was implying that Murong Changqing was nothing except for his looks.

After hearing this, Long Jinyan lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake.

He gave a soft "hmm," indicating that he knew he was wrong.

On the other hand, Murong Changqing, who had thought his wife was making decisions for him, looked extremely displeased when he heard her mocking him as a pretty boy.

He asked with dissatisfaction.

"My lady, what do you mean by that? Are you implying that I'm a gigolo?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with a chilling coldness.

Fang Xiaoxiao quickly smiled and said.

"Changqing, please don't say that. I'm praising you. Some people can't even make a living off their looks, like that guy lying in bed who got kicked by a horse..."

As she spoke, she would occasionally gesture with her eyes to the people in the tiled houses on her right.

Upon hearing this, Murong Changqing, who was still angry, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After all, he himself didn't really like Pei Yan very much.

As for Long Jinyan, he didn't know who the two were talking about, so he could only say with doubt.

“My lady, we don’t have that person here. If you’re talking about someone being kicked by a horse, I know it was Brother Pei Yan.”

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and continued.

"Did you mean that Brother Pei Yan is not as good-looking as Brother Murong?"

"..."

Speechless.

Fang Xiaoxiao quickly glanced at the tiled house and found nothing unusual there. She breathed a sigh of relief and glared at the straightforward boy.

"Keep your voice down. If Pei Yan hears this, he'll be heartbroken. You absolutely mustn't say this in front of him."

"Oh, don't worry, my wife, I will never tell Brother Pei Yan that he is not as good-looking as Brother Murong."

"!"

Speechless once again.

Fang Xiaoxiao was too lazy to talk to him anymore, so she changed the subject.

“I’m going out for a bit. Black Horse will stay at home. Jin Yan, you’re in charge of taking care of Black Horse. As for Murong, don’t go near him, or he might get kicked and injured by Black Horse.”

"You know, I don't have any money left to treat you."

Murong Changqing snorted coldly, indicating that he was not Pei Yan.

Long Jinyan nodded emphatically.

After arranging everything, Fang Xiaoxiao got up and went to the yamen to bring home another husband.