The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

With a strangely satisfied smile on his face, Jia Daoshi fell into a deep sleep.

Not far from him, a graceful figure was tying the water lily-colored sash around her waist, then casually tied her hair in a knot at the back of her head, turned her head to look at the sleeping Jia Daoshi, her expression somewhat complicated.

At this moment, Mu Weishuang was no longer weak as before, but instead looked radiant, her beautiful eyes sparkling with intelligence.

Just then, in the darkness outside the manor, the cries of night owls, five short and two long, suddenly rang out.

A sharp sound pierced through the thick darkness of the night and echoed throughout the entire manor.

Upon hearing this sound, Mu Weishuang's expression changed. She reached out and covered Jia Daoshi's naked body with a blanket before quickly climbing out the window!

……

Meanwhile, Jia Bing and Jia Hu were patrolling inside the manor.

The sharp, whistling sound startled Jia Bing.

He glanced around and couldn't help but curse, "Where did this beast come from, making such a nasty noise? It scared the hell out of me."

Jia Hu, however, didn't seem to care: "Brother Bing, go shoot it dead."

Jia Bing looked speechless: "It's the middle of the night, and we can't see a single ghost. Where are we supposed to shoot?"

"Brother Bing, how much longer do we have to walk? I'm hungry," Jia Hu said, rubbing his head.

Just as Jia Bing was about to answer, footsteps sounded behind her.

Upon hearing the voices, it was clear that Di Qinglin and Murong Jiu had arrived.

Jia Bing immediately led Jia Hu to look behind them.

"Jia Bing, is everything alright?" Di Qinglin was carrying a food box containing the medicinal soup she had spent almost a day brewing.

"Reporting to the Second Mistress, everything in the manor is as usual, there are no problems!" Jia Bing bowed and said.

"That's good."

Di Qinglin nodded, then turned to Murong Jiu and said, "Let's go see how your sister Weishuang is doing. Jia Bing, Ah Hu, you two can go and rest too. At this hour, nothing should happen."

“Mistress, we’re not tired! We’ll rest after you’ve rested!” Jia Bing shook her head.

Di Qinglin smiled slightly: "Alright, let's go over there first."

Soon, Di Qinglin led Murong Jiu to the room where Mu Weishuang had just taken a medicinal bath.

However, the scene inside shocked the two women!

They searched the entire house but couldn't find Mu Weishuang.

Jia Daoshi, on the other hand, was sleeping naked on the small bed next to him!

His face was pale and weak, and he looked as if he had suffered a great loss of energy.

"Lang Jun!"

Murong Jiu rushed forward and grabbed Jia Daoshi's hand: "My lord! My lord! What's wrong? Wake up!"

The scene before her eyes completely panicked Murong Jiu. Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears welled up in them. She turned to look at Di Qinglin: "Sister Qinglin, look, what's wrong with him?"

Di Qinglin walked over and took a look, then immediately remembered something, a strange expression appearing on his face: "This... he must have slept with your sister Weishuang..."

"Huh?" Murong Jiu was taken aback, then her face suddenly turned red. "Have...have we had sex? Didn't my husband...have sex with you before? Why didn't I see him like this before..."

"This..." Di Qinglin's expression was complicated. "Let's not worry about that for now. Let's wake him up first. He's sleeping naked, so he doesn't get too cold."

Despite saying this, Di Qinglin was also very frustrated inside.

Isn't Muwei Shuang going a bit too far?

They used people, then just walked away without a care in the world?

Is it really okay to be so carefree?

You're satisfied and carefree, but you've left the cleanup work to us?

Also, what exactly did you just do to him?

Judging from Jia Daoshi's half-dead appearance, he has been exploited too much!

……

"My dear! My dear!"

"Jia Daoshi! Jia Daoshi!"

Faintly, I heard two familiar voices echoing in my mind.

Jia Daoshi felt empty, a little cold, and a little weak, especially his legs, which felt limp and like two sausages, unable to support him at all.

Two cold, beautiful lips suddenly appeared in my memory, followed by a thrilling and exhilarating battle!

At the last moment, Jia Daoshi jolted awake and opened his eyes!

Looking at the scene before him, Jia Daoshi couldn't help but reach out and rub his waist. His entire waist felt like it was falling apart!

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and when he touched it, he found that fresh blood was seeping out!

Turning my head, I was shocked to see two rows of deep teeth marks!

Fine teeth marks, deep into the flesh; this piece of meat was almost bitten off!

This isn't a woman! It's more like a female leopard!

What kind of wives have I married?

"Lang Jun?"

Murong Jiu's worried voice rang in his ears, and at the same time, he took a handkerchief and helped Jia Daoshi wipe his body.

"A-Jiu? Qinglin?"

Murong Jiu gently wiped him, bringing Jia Daoshi back to reality. His body was still sore, especially his waist, which felt like it no longer belonged to him!

"My lord, what exactly is going on?" Murong Jiu asked with a puzzled look.

Jia Daoshi then sorted through his fragmented memories and finally discovered that he had been tricked!

But so be it, she's still my wife no matter what!

But why does Mu Weishuang seem to be trying to kill herself?

At this moment, Di Qinglin's voice rang out:

"First, take a look at your body and see if there's anything unusual or uncomfortable."

"I don't think so, I'm just a little tired and my body feels a bit weak," Jia Daoshi said.

Di Qinglin didn't say anything more, but shook his head and asked, "Where did Sister Weishuang go? Do you know?"

Jia Daoshi shook his head: "I don't know."

He then realized that Mu Weishuang was gone.

This woman!

"Put your clothes on first, then go back to your room."

Di Qinglin and Murong Jiu led Jia Daoshi back to the room.

"Ah Jiu, you go out first and ask Steward Sun to cook some nourishing soup. I'll take care of things here," Di Qinglin said, turning to Murong Jiu.

Jia Daoshi's unusual physical condition reminded her of some past events.

These things might worry Murong Jiu, so Di Qinglin sent Murong Jiu away first.

"Oh, okay! Sister Qinglin, would you like some soup made with penis?" Murong Jiu hesitated for a moment before leaving and asked.

Di Qinglin was somewhat speechless: "Go ahead and cook it, add a few more."

"Oh... I understand." Murong Jiu blushed and walked out.

Although she is a princess, she knows quite a lot.

Di Qinglin walked over and sat down in front of Jia Daoshi.

"Qinglin".

"Stop talking nonsense and take off your clothes first. You're very weak right now," Di Qinglin said coldly.

Jia Daoshi was frustrated. Knowing he was weak, he was still being asked to take off his clothes.

He's not old enough to be like a wolf or a tiger yet, is he?

"Is this really okay?" Jia Daoshi asked timidly.