After transmigrating, she became the most beloved beast in the world.

"Then it's settled. Three days from now is the marriage ceremony for Hu Xiao and Yao." She Mo's voice was somewhat tired, but he had no choice but to make this decision.

"ink......"

Are you angry? Chu Xinyao looked at She Mo with concern.

Shemo didn't turn around, but silently walked towards the snake eggs and baby snakes, picked them up, and carried them to the crib.

"Wait, there's one more thing." Crane Feather seized the opportunity to prevent Snake Ink from escaping.

Snake Ink paused, turned around, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes. He said irritably, "What else do you want?"

Crane Feather seemed oblivious to Snake Ink's anger and continued, "Since Xin'er has three beast husbands, shouldn't we also establish a set of rules regarding the reproduction of our cubs...?"

Unable to tolerate him any longer, Snake Ink transformed his hands into sharp claws and reached out to grab Crane Feather.

The air seemed to sense the serpent's fury; its claws gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if they could tear everything apart.

Upon seeing this, Chu Xinyao's heart tightened, and she hurriedly stepped forward, trying to stop the impending conflict.

"Mo, no!" Her voice was filled with anxiety, hoping to quell Shemo's anger.

Snake Ink paused, a struggle flashing in his eyes, but he eventually slowly withdrew his claws. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Okay, we can talk."

He Yu breathed a sigh of relief; his intention had not been to provoke She Mo. Now, seeing that She Mo's attitude had softened, a glimmer of hope arose in his heart.

The group sat together, and on Shemo's shoulder, the little snake cubs seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, wriggling restlessly and occasionally hissing softly.

Chu Xinyao's embarrassment almost spilled from her lowered eyes. She couldn't help but laugh at herself, as this scene reminded her of the absurd scene of ancient emperors choosing concubines to serve them in bed. She even thought ironically whether she needed to flip a nameplate to decide where she would go tonight.

Hu Xiao noticed Chu Xinyao's unease, and he quietly reached out and gently hooked his pinky around her finger. This small gesture, though simple, conveyed a silent comfort.

Chu Xinyao calmed down a bit and smiled at Hu Xiao.

Tiger Roar returned her a big smile.

He Yu cleared her throat, trying to break the suffocating silence: "We've actually had a problem before, She Mo, your views haven't changed. You still see Xin'er as your possession, which is why..."

His words were interrupted by Snake Ink's icy gaze, but he did not back down; this was a crucial moment to resolve the issue. He continued, "Xin'er is an independent female; she has her own choices and desires. We cannot treat her as an object to be fought over, but should respect her decision. Since she loves us and has chosen us as her beast mates, you should no longer interfere and try to monopolize her."

Snake Ink frowned slightly, clearly displeased with Crane Feather's words, but he did not immediately refute them. He seemed to be pondering, or perhaps weighing the logic in Crane Feather's words.

Feeling Hu Xiao's support, Chu Xinyao regained some of her courage.

She raised her head, looked directly at Shemo, and said firmly, "Yes, Mo, as the first beast husband, you shouldn't be so arbitrary. Yu and Xiao should also have the opportunity to have their own cubs."

"Do you think I'm arbitrary?" She Mo looked at Chu Xinyao, her eyes slightly red.

Ah, no, I didn't!

Chu Xinyao's heart softened instantly; she couldn't bear to see this man shed tears.

She shook her head and said softly, "No, I didn't mean that."

“Xin’er,” He Yu frowned and said softly when he saw that she was wavering. “You can’t abandon the principle of fairness just because you’re soft-hearted.”

Chu Xinyao took a deep breath, avoiding looking at She Mo, "Mo, I know you care about me, but it's impossible for us to go back to the way things were. What you did was indeed unfair."

"Is that so?" A complex emotion flashed in Shemo's eyes as he sighed softly. "You can decide for yourself. Just let me know when you're done, and I'll go prepare for the ceremony three days from now."

His words revealed a resolute willingness to let go, as if he had accepted this unchangeable fact.

Snake Ink turned around, put all the little snake cubs that were crawling on him into the small bed, and after settling them in, he left without looking back.

“Mo…” Looking at Shemo’s back, Chu Xinyao felt a mix of emotions.

[Sister Ting, I hurt him, what should I do?]

[You're asking me? You've really asked the wrong person. I don't know.]

Chu Xinyao closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. Filled with guilt and confusion, she didn't know how to face She Mo, nor whether she had made the right choice.

Her mind felt like a tangled mess, impossible to unravel or cut.

Looking back on all the moments with Shemo, the laughter we shared, and the time we spent together.

A warm feeling welled up inside her, but it was quickly replaced by the coldness of reality. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, some things could never be undone.

When she opened her eyes again, a newfound determination filled her gaze. Since she had three beast husbands, she couldn't show favoritism; she should treat them all equally—that was true fairness.

With only the tiger's roar remaining, the crane's feathers will be easier to deal with.

In the end, it was decided to arrange them in order. However, since Hu Xiao and Chu Xinyao's marriage ceremony was in three days, Chu Xinyao postponed their time together until after the ceremony, citing that she had not yet recovered.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Because Hu Xiao had lost his memory, even though He Yu told him he was the young patriarch of the White Tiger clan, he still didn't send a message back or inform his clan of his decision. He focused solely on preparing for his marriage ceremony with Chu Xinyao. He wanted a new beginning with her, a future that belonged to them.

Hu Xiao's heart was filled with anticipation. Although he had lost his memory, his feelings for Chu Xinyao were like an indelible mark etched deep in his soul.

He became very busy, personally handling everything from choosing the ceremony location to preparing every little item needed for the ceremony. He wanted every detail to be perfect and every step to be meaningful.

They even wove garlands by hand and decorated their ceremony venue with the most vibrant flowers, hoping that these flowers would witness their love, just like his love for her, forever vibrant and never fading.

Chu Xinyao, dressed in a white animal skin skirt that Shemo had bought from a nearby tribe, sat in the cave, eagerly awaiting today's ceremony.

[Sister Ting, I've realized I've already worn three different wedding dresses, and they're all different colors and styles.]

[Yes, every tribe has its own customs, that's normal.]

[yes......]

A commotion interrupted their conversation. "What's going on?"