The way Namuzhong acted made Yizhiye feel both pained and angry.
He hadn't said anything yet, so where did Namuzhong's wild guesses come from?
Annoyed, Yizhiye reached out and lifted Namuzhong horizontally. Amidst Namuzhong's surprised cries, he flipped her over, making her face down on his lap.
And then...
He slapped Namuzhong's backside several times.
The room fell silent, with only the crisp sound of slaps occasionally breaking the quiet.
Namuzhong's mind went blank.
She never expected Yizhiye to do something like this!
They had been together for hundreds of years, and Yizhiye had never hit her, let alone in such a place.
For a moment, Namuzhong felt her mind struggling to keep up.
Yizhiye continued for more than ten slaps before he felt his anger subside.
At this moment, Yizhiye's hand was still on Namuzhong's backside. He instinctively patted it again, lightly.
Yizhiye now found the sensation in his hand incredibly soft, with a slight elasticity and tremor that filled him with joy.
As if discovering something fun, Yizhiye continued to pat Namuzhong's backside.
This time, the force was much lighter. The sound in the air was no longer crisp, but carried an indescribable feeling.
Namuzhong finally reacted, her cheeks flushing red, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Feeling Yizhiye's large hand still gently patting her buttocks, and hearing the ambiguous sounds beside her ear, Namuzhong's mind nearly short-circuited again.
Gritting her teeth, Namuzhong suppressed her shame and softly admonished, "Yizhiye, let me go."
Yizhiye heard the shamed annoyance in Namuzhong's voice and couldn't help but chuckle, "Why should I let you go? If you're so disobedient, I naturally have to teach you a lesson. Otherwise, you'll forget who I am completely."
Namuzhong was slightly stunned, instinctively asking, "Who are you?"
Yizhiye chuckled at her question, but quickly suppressed it, saying seriously, "I am your husband, your husband."
Before Namuzhong could react, Yizhiye continued, "As a wife, how can you ask your husband to have children with other women? When you do this, it makes me feel like I'm not capable enough, which is why you've pushed me to others."
Namuzhong was confused, how was this related to capability?
As if understanding Namuzhong's confusion, Yizhiye's voice drifted over again, "Muzhong, we've been together for hundreds of years, don't we know each other well enough? Although we've never had children, it was I who suggested not having them for the time being in the first few hundred years. We were young then, and we should have fun and enjoy our time together. Later, as you know, I was injured. Although I seemed perfectly fine on the outside, we both knew that the only reason I could still jump and run around was because you've been constantly supplying me with spiritual energy and cultivation."
At this point, Yizhiye paused, lifted Namuzhong from his lap, and placed her directly on his own thighs, making them face each other.
"Both our current bodies are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Therefore, it's only natural that we haven't had children yet. Think about it, with our current conditions, what should we do if we have another child? What if, due to our physical conditions, the child is born with poor health?"
After speaking, Yizhiye quietly watched Namuzhong, waiting for her to process his words.
Namuzhong remained silent for a full quarter of an hour before finally speaking, her tone still a little cautious, "So, you're not anxious that we don't have children now? And if we never have them, you won't have any regrets?"
Yizhiye smiled gently and retorted, "How can you be so sure that we will never have children in the future?"
Yizhiye's words made Namuzhong pause.
Yes, how could she be so sure that they would never have children in the future?
With renewed confidence, Namuzhong's expression gradually relaxed.
Then, she clenched her small fists and said seriously, "I will cultivate well, adjust my body, and also heal your injuries as soon as possible. Then, we'll have a child."
Yizhiye smiled upon hearing this. This obsession was truly deep-seated.
It seemed that the issue of not having children had been weighing heavily on Namuzhong's mind for a long time.
Today, by sheer coincidence, this matter had erupted.
Otherwise, if it had festered longer, it would have been much harder to persuade her than it was now.
Yizhiye's lips curved into a smile as he looked at the re-energized Namuzhong, his mood also improving.
Unfortunately, before his signature smile could fully bloom, Namuzhong grabbed his ear.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch... I'm in so much pain, Muzhong, could you be a little gentler?" Yizhiye yelped.
Namuzhong, however, glared at him, stood up from his lap, and looked down at Yizhiye, saying, "Uncle-Master was right. You've really gotten brave now, daring to hit your wife, huh?"
The last note of Namuzhong's voice rose slightly, clearly an accusation.
Yizhiye felt helpless. She recovered so quickly.
Just a moment ago, she was so distressed she didn't know what to do, and now, she was already thinking of settling scores with him.
Thinking of settling scores, Yizhiye's heart sank.
He quickly placed Namuzhong carefully on the ground and then rushed out of the room, saying, "Uh, I just remembered, I have something to discuss with Simahan. Muzhong, you stay here and watch the three treasures. I'll be back shortly."
As he spoke, Yizhiye had already reached the doorway.
But just as he was about to reach out and open the door, he found himself unable to move forward.
Helplessly, he turned around and saw Namuzhong holding his belt with both hands, a triumphant look on her face.
Yizhiye's expression instantly turned ingratiating, "Muzhong, how about this? It was my fault for hitting you just now. How about I let you hit me back now?"
Having said that, Yizhiye didn't wait for Namuzhong's reaction. He unbuckled his belt and turned his body.
Without his belt, Yizhiye's clothes hung loosely on his body.
Then, with a forceful pull, Yizhiye stripped off his clothes.
Namuzhong's eyes widened as she stared at Yizhiye, momentarily speechless.
Yizhiye, however, said as if it were obvious, "That's right, I hit your backside just now, so you should hit mine too."
After speaking, Yizhiye simply put his upper garment back on, but without fastening it, leaving his chest exposed.
This would have been enough, but who knew that in the next second, Yizhiye actually took off his pants, leaving only his underwear.
The sudden change startled Namuzhong, making her unable to react.
By the time she finally snapped out of her shock, she couldn't help but roar loudly, "Yizhiye..."
As soon as the two words left her mouth, Namuzhong remembered that the three children were sleeping in the adjacent bedroom, so she lowered her voice, but her anger remained undiminished.
"Quickly put your clothes back on."
Just as Namuzhong's words fell, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Simahan entered with his head bowed, and upon sensing someone in the room, he instinctively looked up.
But to his surprise, Simahan froze on the spot.
Yizhiye stood there with his chest exposed, his pants pooled around his ankles, wearing only underwear, his fair thighs showing.
Not only that, but Yizhiye's expression was quite... lewd.
Simahan had never seen a grown man present himself like this before him, let alone Yizhiye.
The Grand Tutor of the mighty Chu was in such disarray, and the situation was so ambiguous, it was bound to spark imaginations.
Simahan had only just crossed the threshold with one foot, the other still outside, but he could no longer bring himself to step further in.
Yizhiye had also seen Simahan and froze on the spot.
"Simahan..."
Simahan's lips twitched, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
What exactly was happening here?
Neither Namuzhong nor Yizhiye had expected someone to enter at this moment. After a moment of rigidity, embarrassment was all that remained.
Simahan felt even more embarrassed, unsure whether to enter or retreat, and even less sure what to say.
He had even forgotten why he had come.
"Cough..."
Simahan coughed a few times, then said, "You continue, I'll leave now."
After speaking, Simahan turned to leave, and as he did, he closed the door behind him.
Yizhiye and Namuzhong exchanged a glance, truly unsure what to say.
Judging by Simahan's reaction, it was clear he had misunderstood something.
Before they could even think about how to explain, or even move, the door was pushed open again, and Simahan walked back in, his face full of embarrassment.
"Uh..." Simahan stammered, pointing towards the bedroom, "How about this, I'll watch here tonight, and you two go back to sleep."
After speaking, Simahan opened the door and made a welcoming gesture.
Namuzhong and Yizhiye looked at the slightly ambiguous expression on Simahan's face, their faces both flushing red.
Yizhiye finally came to his senses, quickly pulled up his pants, loosely fastened his upper garment, and quickly picked up the belt from the table and buckled it. Although his appearance was still somewhat disheveled, he was presentable enough.
After hastily tidying his clothes, Yizhiye felt a little less embarrassed.
"I say, Simahan, what just happened is not what you're thinking, it's not what you think."
Hearing Yizhiye's urgent explanation, Simahan smiled and nodded, "I understand."
Yizhiye's forehead creased. Why did he feel that even though it were only two simple words, they were so suggestive?
Seeing that Yizhiye still wanted to speak, Namuzhong quickly reached out and slapped the back of Yizhiye's head, angrily saying, "Shut up."
Yizhiye turned his head, looking at Namuzhong innocently. Had he done something wrong?
But he clearly wanted to explain. Should he just let Simahan continue to misunderstand?
Namuzhong didn't give Yizhiye the chance. Looking at Simahan, she said directly, "You go back. I'll watch here. As for him, let him go back to sleep by himself."
After speaking, Namuzhong nodded to Simahan.
Seeing the serious expression on Namuzhong's face, Simahan knew she wasn't joking, so he didn't insist. He turned and walked out again.
Yizhiye watched them reach an agreement like this and felt a little bewildered.
"Hey, hey, hey, you guys, you've decided this without asking for my opinion? I don't want to go back to sleep. I promised Zheng to take good care of the children."
Because he was mindful of the sleeping children, Yizhiye's voice was not loud.
But he was still lamenting continuously.
However, no one paid attention to his laments.
Simahan had already turned and left the room, heading directly to the west annex.
As for Namuzhong, she stood up, pushed the still-grumbling Yizhiye out the door, and then, with a bang, closed the door.
With the sound of the closing door, Yizhiye's words also stopped.
Looking at the tightly shut door before him, Yizhiye smiled wryly and could only turn to leave.
Simahan entered the west annex with a pleased smile, which made Yue Qingxin, who was sitting there in a daze, somewhat curious.
Seeing Simahan sit down, his smile growing even stronger, Yue Qingxin became even more puzzled.
"How is it? You're smiling. Didn't you say you were going to check on the three children? Why are you back so soon?"
Simahan chuckled upon hearing this, raised his head, and said to Yue Qingxin, who was full of confusion, "I just..."
Simahan slowly recounted what he had just seen, which made Yue Qingxin burst into laughter as well.
She never expected Yizhiye to have such a side to him.
She then smiled sweetly.
She recalled that in the past, when Yizhiye wanted to take them as disciples, he had personally performed his transformation abilities for them, but in the end, he had only managed to make his face look older.
That embarrassing incident had made everyone laugh for a long time.
Even after time had passed, the memory still made people chuckle uncontrollably.
How long had it been?
Finally, everyone had almost forgotten about that incident, and there were no more jokes to be had.
Yet, Yizhiye, by sheer coincidence, had provided another comedic spectacle.
This time, it was even more amusing than the last.
Unfortunately, only he, Simahan, had witnessed it.
After recounting it to Yue Qingxin, although she also found it amusing, it ultimately lacked the impact of witnessing it firsthand.
The Four Seas House was peaceful and auspicious, filled with laughter.
However, far from the Four Seas House, at the Duan Prince's mansion, a family banquet had just begun.
And the atmosphere of this banquet was not lively like a typical family gathering. Instead, it was filled with awkwardness and the scent of impending conflict.