For a regular family, women rely on the man of the house, the breadwinner, and without him, life becomes difficult.
Even someone as old as this old woman understands this truth clearly.
In this world,
vows of eternal love are indeed beautiful;
but at the end of the day,
heaven knows how many couples share the same bed but dream different dreams.
This life,
must it not go on the same way?"
The blind man patted his chest and said:
"Why do I sense a bit of fear in your tone? It's true that our lord has lived twice, but he really hasn't properly fallen in love or gotten married. Don't be too harsh, it might truly hurt our lord's heart."
"Oh, you're quite concerned about our lord, aren't you?"
"Not at all, I'm concerned about you. You see, there's already someone like Lady Ke by our lord's side. Even if she's had a child, her beauty is still remarkable.
Who knows, maybe after this expedition, our lord might bring back another vixen from the snowy plains.
Don't play with fire and ruin yourself, otherwise, we might even need a new mistress, and if you're not bothered, we'd definitely find it awkward."
Siniang laughed lightly,
The half-finished garment she was weaving suddenly fell apart, with silver needles and threads constantly twirling around Siniang's fingers,
leaving only two words:
"Let him dare."
...
"I tell you, live and drink well as you should, Xue Three doesn't ask you to stay by our lord's side, don't hold a grudge against me; Xue Three is doing you a favor.
Don't think you can truly enchant every man just because you consider yourself a vixen.
The son by our lord's side is famously jealous; though he can't kill his father now and be a dutiful son, he would still a hundred times rather see his father be a widower for life;
Besides, even if you pass the hurdle of his son, there's still a woman next to our lord. In terms of looks, figure, and temperament, you don't match up to her.
Even in terms of scheming and means,
you might as well give up early.
Xue Three just doesn't want to see one day when fishing out a body from the well where we had chilled watermelons, it's a vixen's corpse. That's why I kindly agreed to keep you here."
The vixen curled up aggrievedly in the corner of the carriage, daring not to speak up.
Why could that black cat stay by Lord Pingye's side,
and I must stay beside this short-legged tiger?
Humans,
oh no,
even demons show the same traits; what demons fear is comparison, as comparison only doubles the hurt.
While Hua Ji was still silently shedding tears in grievance,
up ahead in the ranks, riding a Pixiu, Lord Zheng stroked the black cat's fur with one hand and said to Liang Cheng riding beside him:
"Have you sent out envoys to the other tribes?"
"They've been sent out, my lord."
"Hmm, when we return, mention this to the blind man, have him keep up the pressure, those tribes attempting to support the Naman Tribe must bleed for us."
"Yes, my lord."
By noon,
the expedition escorting cattle, sheep, and prisoners finally arrived beneath the gates of Snow Sea Pass, where the north gate opened wide to hold a grand welcome ceremony for the triumphant warriors.
Following the welcome ceremony was the rewarding of war achievements, which for the Keyan Division people, was truly timely relief, especially once they saw their families had moved into tents and their grain stores replenished after their return, with joy, excitement, and satisfaction beyond words.
Next came a series of events that Lord Zheng had to attend.
In the evening, there was a grand bonfire party where Lord Zheng not only had to make an appearance but also deliver a speech.
After everything concluded, Zheng Fan then returned to his residence, slightly weary.
Honestly,
sometimes attending these political showfields is more exhausting than fighting outside.
At home, seated on a chair in the hall, waiting for Ke to bring the foot basin for him to wash his feet.
Unexpectedly, a familiar fragrant breeze swept in, an aroma, uncannily familiar.
Zheng Fan looked up, seeing Siniang standing before him holding a wooden basin.
Actually, in the days before the expedition, because of Xue Three's matter, everyone felt somewhat awkward with each other, and both sides needed some space and time.
The unexpected campaign against the Naman Tribe prolonged this awkwardness significantly.
"These days, it's been hard on you." Zheng Fan smiled and said.
A typical pleasantry.
Siniang slightly smiled, knelt down, placing Zheng Fan's feet into the basin, ready to wash them for him.
"No need, Siniang, I'll do it myself."
"If Ke can, can't I?"
"She's a servant, you're not."
Siniang gave a slight bow, "I will prepare some supper for my lord."
The bonfire party was not a place to eat well, as there were too many public engagements; even though no one dared to force Lord Zheng to drink, he still had to roam around holding a wine cup... hmm, patting shoulders everywhere, which was quite tiring.
Zheng Fan washed his feet, entered the bedroom, seeing several exquisite dishes already arranged on the small table, with Siniang pouring wine.
He sat down at the table,
Zheng Fan gently sighed,
knowing that Siniang had something to say.
Some hurdles, you can't jump over nor can you ignore.
"My lord, I have something I wish to say."
Siniang handed Zheng Fan a cup of wine.
Zheng Fan took it, didn't drink, but placed it in front of him, picked up chopsticks, took a bite of food, chewing, he said:
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