A brief parting made their reunion sweeter than newlyweds; beneath one quilt, crimson waves rolled. There was no need to describe the tenderness between them—everything was understood without words.
As for the matters that needed handling, Ye Zhen had delegated them all. Others busied themselves with them, while Ye Zhen naturally stole half a day of leisure from this fleeting life, spending time with his parents and his two beloved women.
The only thing that gave Ye Zhen a headache was probably his mother Mi Jiangxue's nagging.
All day long, she urged him to give her a grandson. Every morning at dawn, she brewed a restorative soup with deer whip, bull whip, goat whip, and all manner of qi-replenishing, yang-strengthening ingredients.
She watched Ye Zhen finish every drop, then grabbed little brother Ye Jin by the ear and soared into the sky with Ye Tiancheng amid Ye Jin's miserable screams.
On the surface, she said they were taking the chance to go sightseeing, but in truth, she was leaving time and space for Ye Zhen and the three women.
At noon, she would return on the dot, conjure up another huge pot of nourishing soup as if performing a magic trick, watch Ye Zhen drink it, then head out again to gather herbs.
She also returned punctually in the afternoon, bringing several bowls of medicinal soup and a table full of sumptuous dishes. Naturally, there was also a pot of highly nourishing soup.
Once Ye Zhen and the others had eaten, she would once again tug Ye Jin away by the ear, claiming they were going to a banquet in the imperial capital of the Black Water Empire and would not be returning that night.
Yet early the next morning, she would once again deliver Three Whip Soup right on