Xu Ruoling went berserk and was quickly taken away by the soldiers.

As soon as she left, Yu Yao slid down, but Lu Ze caught her around the waist and pulled her into his arms.

The soldiers asked with concern, "What happened to your wife?"

Yu Yao leaned against Lu Ze's chest. "I'm fine, just a little weak. Lu Ze, put me on the bed to rest for a while."

Just as Yu Yao was about to reach out and support Lu Ze's shoulder, she realized that her feet had left the ground and she had been lifted up in Lu Ze's arms.

Aside from their wedding day, this was the second time Yu Yao had been carried in a princess carry by Lu Ze.

Especially since her whole body was sore and weak, she nestled completely into Lu Ze's arms, her head resting against his strong chest muscles. With his movements, her clothes would occasionally bump against his, which was not only uncomfortable but also very hot.

She couldn't tell whether it was Lu Ze's body temperature that was burning her or her own face.

The young soldiers around him stared wide-eyed.

Although they had heard Song Yiming say that the regimental commander was very gentle in front of his wife, they were still speechless with astonishment when they saw the Iron-Faced Yama speaking in a gentle tone that they had never heard before.

Lu Ze wiped the sweat from her forehead. "I'll go boil some water. You lie down and rest."

After saying that, he looked up at the young soldier who was still watching the commotion, "Where's the key to the handcuffs?"

"Oh, here it is, Commander, here you go!" He glanced at Yu Yao furtively as he handed over the handcuffs.

Yu Yao then realized there were so many people around, her face turned even redder, and she turned her head to face inside.

Lu Ze noticed her blushing and glanced indifferently at the few new recruits who were still watching the commotion.

The soldiers froze under his gaze and hurriedly said, "Commander, let's retreat first."

As they spoke, they all rushed out of the bedroom.

A soldier's voice, filled with gritted teeth, rang out: "Why are you pinching me?"

Does it hurt?

"Of course it hurts, doesn't it?"

"Since it hurts, it means it's not a dream. When have you ever seen the Iron-Faced Yama with this expression, being so gentle with his sister-in-law that it's almost like he's squeezing water out of her?"

"You didn't see it? I just glanced at my sister-in-law a couple of times, and the regimental commander kicked us out. He must be jealous."

Inside the room, Yu Yao's face turned even redder, and she awkwardly laughed it off: "Your soldiers have quite the imagination, haha."

Lu Ze bent down to unlock the handcuffs, then stopped and looked up at Yu Yao, saying something.

"They weren't wrong, I was indeed jealous."