The First Wife's Bearing and the Return

Half an hour later, only when Ding Ling's mouth was dry and her tongue parched did she finally lay out Duàn Yì's experiences and circumstances without omitting a single detail.

Just as she had expected, Guō Qíng's eyes brimmed with emotion, love surging within them. Her earlier grievance and jealousy had not vanished entirely, but more than half had melted away.

For the root of it all had begun with Duàn Yì trying to stop Zhuang Shili and the Guo family from coming to propose marriage.

If not for that, Duàn Yì would probably still be cultivating martial arts in some remote mountain village. How could he have encountered so many perilous events?

And that was precisely proof of how much Duàn Yì cared for and cherished her—the thing women cared about most in their hearts.

If he did not care, if he did not like her, why would he risk heaven-shaking danger to do such things?

Yang Wuxia was equally engrossed. She finally understood, more or less, why Duàn Yì had suddenly transformed from a martial world brat into royal nobility. Though bizarre, it explained many previously incomprehensible matters.

At the same time, she understood that Duàn Yì had not been avoiding them at all, but had gone out to attend to something.

Thus, with complicated feelings, the two women stayed behind at Ding Ling's request to wait. They drank tea, ate pastries, and chatted absentmindedly, while the atmosphere gradually eased.

Ding Ling secretly sighed. She had never imagined that one day she would go to such painstaking lengths to stabilize a man's harem. Still, the feeling was not unpleasant.

*At least that fellow has decent taste. These women are not only breathtaking beauties, but each possesses exceptional qualities. They are no mere pretty faces; they really can bring