New Song Dynasty: My Wife is an Imperial Princess

The women in his family were planning his marriages to his two concubines, but Tang Qian, busy with city defense affairs, knew nothing of this.

He first went to the kiln under his older cousin's supervision, then went to check on the painting project of the wooden pillars at the North Gate, then went to various blacksmith workshops to inspect the progress of the production of iron nails and iron sheets, and finally rushed to the temporary grain warehouse in the city to check the grain storage work of the nearby villages. These four tasks were the most important matters in Tang Qian's hands and had to be completed without fail.

As for the gunpowder formulation that Tang Xiaoqi was secretly in charge of, he didn't need to get involved at all. In order to ensure that the black powder formula was not leaked, Tang Qian himself didn't even know where Tang Xiaoqi's secret hideout was where he weighed and packaged the five materials.

After touring the city and finding everything proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner, Tang Qian praised the officials for their competence and promised to go to Hangzhou to request credit for them after defeating the Jin army.

Back in the Qiu family's backyard, Zhao Yingluo greeted them with a smile. Tang Qian handed his coat to his wife, looked around, and, noticing Yan Xier was nowhere to be seen, asked, "Where did Xier go?"

Zhao Yinglu pouted, looking aggrieved: "I originally thought that after having physical intimacy with my husband, I would receive more care, but it seems I was overthinking it."

Is he jealous? Tang Qian scratched his head with a wry smile: "My wife misunderstands. You two are usually together, but I didn't see Xi'er today. I was just worried that you two might have a conflict and wanted to mediate between you."

Tang Qian stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Zhao Yingluo's slender waist from behind, giving her a light peck on the cheek. "You are the wife I married during my most difficult time, how could I not care about you?"

Tang Qian's unrestrained behavior startled Zhao Yingluo, who was inexperienced in such matters, causing her to blush deeply. She tried to break free from Tang Qian's embrace, but her body seemed numb and she could not move. She could only let Tang Qian hold her. Fortunately, the sun had already set, and the room was not yet lit, so the light was dim. Even if someone passed by outside, their scandalous behavior would not be seen.

Zhao Yingluo gently patted Tang Qian's hand, her voice tinged with urgency: "You're going to die! Let go of me right now, Rong'er will be here to light the lamps soon."

Tang Qian laughed and said, "I'm embracing my own wife in my own room, and it's none of Heaven's business." However, to avoid getting kicked by Rong'er again, he let Zhao Yingluo go for the time being.

We can do something even more shameful when it's late at night and everyone's asleep.

Since their intimacy level had already reached a negative number, Tang Qian simply stopped worrying. Food and sex are human nature, and even saints cannot resist the pleasure between men and women, so why should he pretend to be reserved?

“Mother said that as the eldest son of the Tang family, I naturally need to give birth to the eldest son and grandson, so Xi’er has been staying with her outside the courtyard for the time being, so as not to disturb us… I also said that Xi’er and I are inseparable during the day, but we don’t sleep together at night, but Mother insisted on this arrangement, and Xi’er did not object, so…”

"I see." Tang Qian nodded, then suddenly turned around, his face flushed. "How did Mother find out about what happened between my husband and me?"

Zhao Yinglu blinked her innocent almond-shaped eyes in astonishment: "Mother saw my virginity, so of course she knows."

Tang Qian suddenly realized why Zhao Yingluo had laid a layer of white silk under her last night. Tang Qian had thought that such a scene was a fabrication in later TV dramas. Who would have thought that such a perverted rule really existed in this era?

If the wife doesn't bleed on her wedding night, does the husband have to ask his father-in-law for a refund?

So, in order to be able to hold her grandson, will the old lady Qiu Linghua stand outside the window all night to supervise them?

He's a socialist young man with normal values; how could he let others witness this kind of thing?

Thinking of this, Tang Qian suddenly felt that there were hiding places everywhere in the room. Seeing Tang Qian looking around nervously, Zhao Yingluo didn't care much at first, until she saw that he was actually planning to close the window, then she frowned.

Although it's only early summer, the summer night breeze makes it easy to fall asleep. Didn't I fall asleep with it on yesterday?

"What are you doing, son-in-law? Why are the doors and windows so tightly closed? Aren't you hot?"

Of course it's hot, but what can we do? To prevent you idle folks from sneaking around in the middle of the night to spy on us, Tang Qian had no choice but to resort to this drastic measure.

"But what you said, Rong'er, is indeed true. It seems that after the Jin army retreats, I will have to come up with a set of cooling equipment."

Having enjoyed the fruits of modern technology for over twenty years, Tang Qian knows all too well how difficult it is to go from luxury to frugality. For him, the absence of air conditioning in the summer is a form of torture.

After the couple had dinner, Tang Qian, as usual, kicked Rong'er out of the room and prepared a basin of water in the room, keeping it warm with charcoal, so that the two of them could clean up the mess later.

Feeling that there was still plenty of time, the two went to the study. While Tang Qian was organizing the script of the opera "The Generals of the Yang Family", he chatted with Zhao Yingluo about another story he had created.

"If a story is to move people and inspire morale, it cannot be divorced from reality. It must be something that ordinary people can relate to. The story of the Yang family generals is performed for soldiers, while the other story is for the general public in the city."

Tang Qian was trying to prepare Zhao Yingluo for the worst. After all, she was a princess of the Song Dynasty. If she knew that her story was criticizing the rampant corruption of the court and the emperor's extravagance and debauchery, which completely disregarded the lives of the people and led to the disintegration of the Song Dynasty, one wonders what Zhao Yingluo would think.

"My husband, you mustn't."

After hearing Tang Qian's brief account of the story, Zhao Yingluo turned pale with fright: "To publicly criticize the court and the emperor, if this play is really performed, my husband will be considered to have rebelled against the Song Dynasty. At that time, we will not only have to face the Jin army, but also the Imperial Guards to quell the rebellion. We will be attacked from both sides, and Guangling City will really be lost."

Sensing that Zhao Yingluo was genuinely concerned about him, Tang Qian placed his hand on her shoulder: "My wife, rest assured, I always act with discretion. The people living in Guangling City now are all our own people who are willing to defend the city. Even if there are spies from Hangzhou, the play doesn't mention names or dynasties, so your brother can't do anything to me unless he's willing to admit that he's a tyrannical ruler who preys on the people."

At this time, Zhao Gou had not yet secured his throne. Even though he realized that Tang Qian was stationed in Guangling and harbored rebellious intentions, he dared not launch a counterattack. Was he not afraid of engaging the Jin army in close combat?

Therefore, in present-day Guangling, Tang Qian is like a local tyrant, able to do whatever he wants.