On the other side, Duan Shuyun, Yun Yao, Jiang Caiyan, and everyone else including Dugu Yueli had all gathered together.
All the stars of the Inner Court were present—a truly spectacular sight.
It had been a long time since they had all gathered like this. Usually, they moved about in little groups of three or five, keeping to their own circles.
Uncle Prison, Dugu Feng, glanced over at them, and envy immediately welled up in his heart.
"Good heavens, why are there so many nephew's wives?"
"I'm jealous. Just how does that brat nourish his waist? Can he really take it?"
Looking at those graceful figures in the distance, fragrant and radiant as a hundred blossoms, Dugu Feng's waist began to ache just from the sight.
Shen Yeting seemed to notice something and reached up to yank his ear. "Old Feng, where are you looking?"
"Ow, ow! Yeting, what are you doing? I'm just looking at our nephew's wives."
"Hmph, what's there to look at? Stop being so improper."
"Look at you. We're all family here—what's wrong with looking? It's not like I'm going to outdo my own nephew."
"Pah! That mouth of yours needs another beating..."
Dugu Feng hunched his head and took several punches. That tigress had become more and more outrageously temperamental lately, as if she could go mad at any moment.
Was this really what pregnancy did to a woman?
Sure enough, it was better to stay farther away from a tigress. Otherwise, once she had a cub in her belly, there would be no way to quarrel with her.
That was what he thought, but he did not dare say it aloud.
"Yeting, don't get so worked up. Be careful of the cub in your belly!"
"If you've got nothing to do, go call Yutong