"These weak and muscular playboys from the capital are all soft and pale, no different from chickens. They have no muscles at all. Can they even be considered men?"

They dragged the young master Qian and the others aside while laughing and making disdainful faces.

Someone chuckled and said, "If we're talking about real men with great physiques, our Marquis is the only one! Once during the war, they ran into a valley, and it was raining heavily. Everyone's clothes were already torn, and they all happened to see him—"

"What do you see?"

"Look...no matter how much other generals train, they still have a potbelly, but our Marquis, tsk tsk tsk, he's got a whole body of impressive muscles!"

Beef tendon?

Tong Su's eyes darted around, and her fingers twitched.

Her hands were folded below her waist, resting against his lower abdomen, which indeed felt hard, like silk wrapped around iron—smooth, yet concealing a solid strength.

It also has distinct grooves, making it feel particularly comfortable to touch.

Suddenly, she felt a warm breath on her earlobe, and the man's cold voice contained a hint of amusement: "If you touch me again, you'll have to take responsibility for me."

What responsibility?!

Tong Su was startled and looked up, almost kicking the bed board, but even so, the faint sound still carried out and alerted the people outside.

"Who's inside?!"

Xi Chenzhou gently patted the ground, picked her up, and stepped out from under the bed, saying calmly, "It's me."

At this moment, the people outside also rushed over. When they saw two people coming out, their eyes widened in surprise: "General, Marquis?"

What are you doing here?

"Are you alright? Where were you just now?"

"What should we do with those boils outside? Should we just kill them?"

While everyone spoke of caring for him, their eyes kept glancing at the person he was holding in his arms.

It was clearly a little girl, petite and adorable, her clothes seemingly yellow, held tightly in the Marquis's arms, wrapped in his own outer garment, hidden away completely.

But most importantly—

Yo-hee yo-hee, the Marquis isn't wearing any clothes, hahahahahaha!

"My lord!"

"My lord!"

"My lord!"

"You," they said in unison, "give us an explanation! Is this our sister-in-law? Greetings, sister-in-law! Don't worry, our Marquis is chaste and never philanders. He's clean and only has men around him. We guarantee that!"

Tong Su: "..."

She said weakly, "I'm not..."

The crowd didn't hear the first word clearly, but they knew she was embarrassed to admit it, and they all booed in disbelief.

Xi Chenzhou glared at them, and they stopped laughing and joking. He said, "The following scenes are not good. They'll offend your eyes. I'll take you away first and let them handle the aftermath."

"My lord, please take care! My sister-in-law, please take care! We all know, please rest assured!"

Tong Su felt a headache coming on.

"Aren't you going to explain this to them?"

The man murmured to himself, then looked down to see the little girl nestled in his arms. She was a tiny, soft, and adorable little thing, clutching his clothes, her clear, bright eyes filled with anxiety.

He said, "What's there to explain?"

"Explain...explain what sister-in-law..." Her cheeks flushed red, clearly a little embarrassed. After thinking for a moment, she raised her head confidently, "I'm not..."

“Nothing is wrong,” Xi Chenzhou chuckled inwardly, but deliberately kept a straight face and said seriously, “Having touched my body, I am Your Majesty’s person. Does Your Majesty mean to deny it once you’ve put on your clothes?”