Why

Back home in this alternate world, Qingyao and Ruoli are two proper wives, and today we have Ju'er, Meng Ke from modern Earth, who is getting married soon.

Xiaoyue, who lives in his own room, has long been attached to him and insists on following him. It's only a matter of time before they become officially recognized.

Hidden within the Heaven and Earth Ring are twins, Qingshu and Qinghua, who have already made it clear they don't want to be the younger sister anymore.

Oh, right, Xiao Mingshu is also unclear about it, Huan'er is too...

He kept using the excuse that he was "still young" to cover his tracks, afraid to think any further.

If we accepted them one by one...

That's far too many.

A strange, happy kind of trouble arose in his heart.

Shen Jingchuan gritted his teeth and made a fierce vow.

From now on, he would never again provoke women from this other world.

He already had two wives at home, but when he saw Meng Ke again, he was already at a loss for words.

If this continues, what will become of us?

But on second thought, what Bai Ruoli said was indeed all the rules here.

She was a young, unmarried woman who gave herself to him completely and innocently.

She just waits year after year, unable to marry anyone else. If he were to pretend to be oblivious and abandon her, would he even be human?

The inner conflict in Shen Jingchuan's heart was beyond words.

He cursed himself inwardly, thinking how pathetic he was. Yet, aloud, he kept saying "No," "Too much," and "Not used to it."

But that hand remained firmly and obediently around Bai Ruoli's waist, never letting go.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Bai Ruoli couldn't help but smile.

She didn't point it out, and snuggled even closer into his arms.

"Alright, it's late, go to sleep. Think about it slowly. I don't care about others, but you can't ignore Qinghe."

Neither of them cultivated that night.

Bai Ruoli lay on her side in his arms, holding him tightly like that.

She has Ice Spirit Root, and her body is always cool all year round.

Shen Jingchuan hugged them for a while before their bodies gradually warmed up together.

I don't know when, but I just fell asleep.

The next day at dawn, the sun shone through the window.

Shen Jingchuan woke up, but didn't rush to cultivate.

He thought to himself, "Since I'm back, I should take a proper rest today."

After getting dressed, we arrived in the courtyard.

Lin Qingyao and Bai Ruoli had also finished getting ready and were sitting at the stone table with several maids.

The family, all in harmony, waited for breakfast.

As they were talking, Ju'er came out of Lin Qingyao's room. Her appearance caused a moment of silence in the courtyard.

Her walking posture was different; she took lighter steps. Her hairstyle had also changed.

The maid's hair was originally styled in a bun, but now Lin Qingyao personally restyled it for her.

She walked up to Shen Jingchuan, her head bowed low, her face flushed red to her ears. She didn't even dare to lift her eyelids.

Qinghe, standing behind Bai Ruoli, was stunned when she saw this scene.

She was initially shocked, then turned to look at her young mistress. Bai Ruoli met her gaze and nodded gently.

Qinghe finally felt a little relieved; she had a chance, and that was good.

She couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart, but her hand unconsciously gripped the back of Bai Ruoli's clothes.

The one who suffered the most was Yue'er.

She stood there, staring blankly at Ju'er, completely frozen in place.

As I watched, my eyes reddened, and tears streamed down my face.

She raised her head and stared intently at Shen Jingchuan, her gaze filled with both grievance and an indescribable mix of emotions.

With both ladies present, she opened her mouth, but dared not utter a single word.

Shen Jingchuan felt uncomfortable being stared at like that.

He coughed lightly.

"Yue'er, what are you standing there for? Hasn't breakfast been made yet?"

Yue'er bit her lip, stomped her foot hard, and turned to leave. Qinghe glanced at her and quickly followed.

After the person left, Shen Jingchuan turned his head and looked at Lin Qingyao with an annoyance.

"It's all you."

Lin Qingyao tilted her head, speaking with an air of self-righteousness.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with our Ju'er? You're just being hypocritical, getting the benefit for her."

Hearing this, Ju'er, who was standing next to him, mustered up her courage, raised her head, and glanced at Shen Jingchuan.

Her eyes were so clear, like a spring of water, pure and clean.

Shen Jingchuan felt uncomfortable under her gaze. He slowly composed himself and said solemnly:

"Ju'er, don't worry, now that we're together... I, Shen Jingchuan, will definitely take responsibility for you and treat you well from now on."

Upon hearing this, Ju'er's eyes lit up instantly.

She nodded vigorously, the corners of her mouth unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

"I know, son-in-law. I know."

After she finished speaking, she felt both shy and happy, and lowered her head again.

The weight lifted from her heart. From now on, she finally had someone to rely on and someone to belong to.

Yue'er gritted her teeth, turned her head without looking back, and walked all the way to the kitchen.

She was a cultivator; her feet moved lightly and swiftly, and she was far away in the blink of an eye.

Qinghe followed behind, taking small, quick steps, trying her best to catch up, but she still fell far behind.

"Yue'er, slow down!"

She chased after him, panting and shouting.

"Wait for me, I can't keep up!"

The Yue'er completely ignored her.

She looked up at the sky, desperately trying to hold back her tears.

But the tears, against my will, kept streaming down my cheeks.

And so, they made their way to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Xiaocui was busy at the stove. When she looked up, she saw Yue'er's tear-streaked face and was startled. She quickly stood up.

"Sister Yue'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Who bullied you? Tell me."

Yue'er didn't answer, staggered to the door, and leaned her back against the wall.

She slid down the wall little by little to the ground, hugged her knees, and curled up into a ball.

The tears fell silently.

Xiaocui panicked even more and turned to look at Qinghe, who had just followed her in.

Is it you?

Did you bully her?

Qinghe leaned against the door frame, catching her breath, and waved her hands repeatedly.

"How could I dare? I never dared to bully her before. Now that she's a Celestial Master, I'm trying to avoid her, let alone dare to."

"Besides, even if we really fought, I couldn't beat her. She's the one who bullies me, not the other way around."

Xiaocui frowned, about to ask again.

Qinghe sighed and gave her a wink.

"Alright, stop asking."

"Think about it, in the entire Shen Residence, who else could make her cry like this?"

Xiaocui opened her mouth, then immediately understood. She swallowed the words she was about to say and remained silent.

Cui'er's mother, Madam Liu, was old and experienced; she could easily see through Yue'er's thoughts.

But as someone who cooks, she can neither control nor advise against such matters.

Madam Liu silently turned around and began to serve the breakfast from the stove, one dish at a time, into a tray.

"Well."

She spoke softly.

"Let Yue'er have some peace and quiet. You two, take this breakfast to the front."

Qinghe nodded.

Hearing this, the Yue'er in the corner raised its sleeve and wiped its face hard.

She stood up, sniffed, and suppressed her sob.

"I'll go."

She walked over in a few steps and snatched the tray from Xiaocui's hands.

Before the words were even finished, the person had already turned and left the kitchen, heading towards the courtyard.