Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In recent years, the ruler of Yin has been tyrannical and cruel. He has neglected state affairs, personally led troops into battle, and is determined to annihilate all tribes.
no sooner said than done.
He defeated all the tribes, leaving them utterly defeated. What was once a difficult problem that had troubled the successive rulers of the Yin Dynasty was thus solved.
Yin Changling was almost blinded by rage, all to quell the murderous intent in his heart. What was it like to be betrayed by a woman? It was probably worse than death, like he was now.
Every time he closes his eyes, he dreams of Tu Shan Lingxi standing with another man, and that they have a child together.
Just like the fantasy I once had, only this wish was fulfilled by someone else.
Yin Changling's eyes only cleared when he was killing people on the battlefield.
He was not afraid at all that there would be trouble in the capital, after all, if those ministers had the guts, they would have rebelled long ago.
Moreover, he is now in charge of the army himself. Even if someone dares to plot to usurp the throne, he can simply return and fight back, and that person will be powerless to resist.
Now that he has conquered all the tribes, he only needs to send people to directly govern this land.
There are no more battles to fight.
Yin Changling's first reaction was not joy, but confusion. He was like a lost child who could no longer find his way home.
In recent years, he has been away on campaigns almost all year round and rarely returned home, except when he was passing through the capital during a campaign.
Those officials were probably living the most comfortable lives imaginable, and perhaps even hoping he would die on the battlefield.
Yin Changling stood with his hands behind his back, facing the wind. Although he was not yet thirty, he had already grown a few strands of white hair. His eyes were full of vicissitudes and killing intent.
The autumn wind howled, and he stood alone before the military camp. The Dragon Roar sword in his hand seemed to sense his loneliness, emitting a series of booming sounds.
well!
In any case, it's time to return to the capital.
If Xi'er isn't in the border tribe, she must still be in the capital, or she may have fled to a vassal state. In any case, he will find her.
Oh, Xi'er, Xi'er, how heartless, how cruel!
...
The Imperial Preceptor's Residence.
It is now autumn, with clear skies and crisp air. The fruit trees planted by the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion in previous years are all bearing fruit.
The big, round red apples were growing well, and a chattering sound came from under the apple tree.
Two little children, one on top of the other, were picking fruit one by one.
"Are you done yet? Hurry up, I can't hold on much longer."
"Wait a little longer, I'll pick a few more to take back to my father and mother, and also to Uncle Changfeng."
"Okay, okay, I can't hold on any longer, get down quickly."
"Hmph, how boring, I'm getting off."
Just as the little girl in the pink dress was about to get down, her little foot slipped, and she was about to fall straight to the ground—
"Aaaaaah!"
Just at this critical moment, a white-haired man appeared out of nowhere and caught the little girl who was falling.
He first nervously checked the little girl up and down, and seeing that she was alright, he then spanked her bottom a few times.
"Wan Qiyi, are you being naughty again?"
"Father!"
The little girl seemed not to feel any pain, and even snuggled closer to him, affectionately rubbing her face against Wan Qijin's, showing that she was used to being beaten.
"Alright, don't do anything so dangerous next time, or I'll tell your mother!"
Holding her precious daughter, Wan Qijin's heart had already melted, and she could no longer be angry.
The other one, who was clearly more reserved, tugged at Wan Qijin's sleeve and frowned as she spoke after Wan Qijin put her down.
"Father, I was wrong. I shouldn't have brought my sister here to pick fruit."
Wan Qijin patted her head, not blaming her. Although they were father and daughter, it was as if there was a barrier between them.
Although Wan Qijin tried his best to be fair, some details don't lie. He still couldn't get over that hurdle in his heart and couldn't be as good to other people's daughters.
"It's not your fault. I know her too well. She must have been playing around and that's why she dragged you along."
"Hmph, bad daddy."
Wan Qiyi stomped her little foot in annoyance, then took Tu Shan Susu's little hand and ran away.
Before leaving, she gave Wan Qijin a defiant glare, as if to express her anger.
The two little foxes are already three years old. They can transform into human form and are just mischievous little children, about seven or eight years old in human form.
They were both little girls, one with white hair and the other with black hair. Their appearances, needless to say, resembled their respective fathers.
Tu Shan Lingxi was very nervous at first, afraid that Wan Qijin would kill the little black fox. That was the one she had worked so hard to give birth to. Even if it wasn't his child, she couldn't let him kill it!
So for those few months, the little fox was constantly on edge with Wan Qijin, always tense and suspicious.
Wan Qijin was initially a little confused, but seeing her protecting that little black fox all day long, he understood everything.
Now that things have come to this, since he didn't kill the little black fox when she was born, he naturally can't do it now.
To Wan Qijin's surprise, Tu Shan Lingxi only just discovered that the little black fox was the offspring of her lover.
Am I being a little too slow...?
Later, Tu Shan Lingxi was taken to the bedroom by Wan Qijin and tossed and turned for three days before she finally had a chance to get out of bed.
To heal his wounded heart, Wan Qijin began to demand everything he wanted.
The thing that bothered him was that the little fox still hadn't explained to him, and he didn't know how long the little black fox's background would remain a secret.
Since she won't say, there's no need for me to ask.
Wan Qijin didn't explicitly state her intentions, but she subtly conveyed them.
"They are all my children, so naturally I love them all. Xi'er, you mustn't show favoritism."
From then on, Tu Shan Lingxi was finally able to put her mind at ease. Her biggest worry was over, and she no longer had any anxiety.
However, every night, Wan Qijin went further and further, almost breaking her waist.
And so, night fell again. Wan Qijin had put the two little foxes to sleep in another room before teleporting to the bedroom.
Tu Shan Lingxi was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by a chill.
"Go to sleep……"
"Xi'er, are you perhaps finding fault with your husband again?"
Although Wan Qijin's facial expression remained unchanged, his voice became pitiful, which was something he often said.
Tu Shan Lingxi opened her eyes and, sure enough, saw the lustful Grand Preceptor. She understood the deep meaning in his eyes all too well.
"You promised me last night that you wouldn't—"
"I promised nothing would happen today, but what about tonight?"
Wan Qijin didn't give the little fox a chance to refuse and kissed her directly, spending the whole night without sleep...
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