Stop, Stop, Stop, I'm Not That Much of a Cao Thief-Other Men's Wives and Such, Heh

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Cough cough cough, isn't Ah Yin Tang Hao's wife? You little brat, do you perhaps have a thing for other men's wives?

After sending those words, Liu Erlong paused for a moment, stunned.

She leaned against her tent, staring at the words on the Light Screen, and felt inexplicably guilty.

She didn't know what she was feeling guilty about.

When I saw Lin Qingmo praise Ah Yin, who was someone else's wife, for being beautiful, something gently pricked a corner of my heart.

Inside the sleeping quarters of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince.

Qian Renxue was pretending to be Crown Prince Xue Qinghe as she reviewed the memorials.

She put down her pen the moment the Chat Group Light Screen popped up.

She initially just observed from the sidelines.

After all, Ah Yin was connected to Tang Hao Tang Hao, who was her father's killer.

For her, anything or anyone associated with Tang Hao was worth paying close attention to.

But when she saw Lin Qingmo's words, "She's very suitable to marry," the calligraphy brush in her hand snapped in two with a "crack."

Ink splattered on the memorial, but Qian Renxue completely ignored it.

She ripped off the human skin mask from her face, revealing her exquisite and heroic true face beneath, her golden hair shimmering in the candlelight.

She gritted her teeth, her fingers poking at the Light Screen quickly and fiercely.

[Golden Liquid Angel]: You like other men's wives, A-Qing, you... you're utterly shameless!

[Little Witch]: Cough cough, that's really not good.

[Yanzi~]: Agreed.

Upon Lin Qingmo's forehead immediately creased with annoyance.

"When did I say I liked married women?"

He simply complimented Ah Yin objectively, saying she was good-looking, okay?

Aren't these people's associative abilities a bit too outrageous?

Just as he was about to type his explanation, another message popped up on the Light Screen.

[The Pope Herself]: So what if I like married women?

When Bibi Dong uttered these words, she sat up abruptly from the large Pope couch.

Moonlight streamed through the carved window lattice, falling upon her and outlining her voluptuous and graceful figure.

She stared at the Light Screen, her purple pupils reflecting emotions that others couldn't decipher.

She wouldn't allow anyone to deny it.

A-Qing can like anyone, including other men's wives.

If A-Qing doesn't like other men's wives, then what is she... anyway?

[Yanzi ~]: Huh?

[Golden Liquid Angel]: Heh, so what? Liking another man's wife, isn't that scum? Don't you all think so?

Qian Renxue's chest heaved violently.

She wasn't entirely targeting Lin Qingmo; it was more because of Tang Hao.

Tang Hao killed her father, and now Tang Hao's wife Ah Yin, has reappeared by Lin Qingmo's side, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, she could not reveal her true identity or the source of her emotions, so she could only direct her anger at the fact that she "liked other men's wives".

[Little Witch]: Uh, isn't that a bit inappropriate?

[Big-Breasted Kitty]: This...

"Hehe."

Bibi Dong sneered when she saw Qian Renxue's comment.

[The Pope Herself]: Heh, you should know that A-Qing is now in the Douluo Continent, a world where the strong prey on the weak. Nobles have multiple wives and concubines, and might makes right.

[The Pope Herself]: There's nothing wrong with liking something, as long as you have enough strength, it doesn't matter what you do, right?

After sending that message, she leaned against the headboard, her Purple Eyes seeming to hold a bottomless sea.

She knew how shocking her words sounded to others.

If the Pope of the Spirit Hall were to defend the legitimacy of a man liking another man's wife, the entire continent would be in an uproar.

But she didn't care.

Bibi Dong has already carried too many shackles in her life, and she doesn't want A-Qing to be bound by moral constraints as well.

Moreover, she needed Lin Qingmo to be Binding from the constraints of worldly views.

[Bingbing]: Hahaha, well said, that's right, might makes right.

The Ice Empress burst into laughter in Ice Cave in the Far North, the sound echoing crisply against the ice walls.

She completely agreed with that statement.

Survival in the Far North depends on absolute strength.

The weak don't even have the right to choose, let alone judge the preferences of the strong.

[Bingbing]: Just like the Ice Empress of the Far North, she is powerful and can do whatever she wants in the Far North.

Ice Empress added smugly, his emerald green Scorpion Tail whip waving high behind him.

[Heavenly Snow Woman]: Bingbing.

The Snow Empress only posted two words, and the Ice Empress immediately fell silent.

[Bingbing]: Cough cough, of course, it's still Xue'er... Snow Empress is more powerful.

[Mother Tyrannosaurus]: Cough, I also think that makes sense.

After Liu Erlong uttered those words, his old face flushed red.

Her fingers gripped the corner of the pillow, unsure why she felt guilty.

Speaking of which, her groom ran away on her wedding day, the wedding didn't happen, and they didn't even consummate their marriage. So, does she count as a married woman?

Theoretically speaking... does it count? Or not?

She had never thought about this question in detail before.

Now, every time she thinks of Yu Xiaogang's name, she feels only anger and humiliation.

But now this question has suddenly become very important, so important that she dares not think about why she thinks it is important.

[Little Witch]: This... this...

Ning Rongrong's little face scrunched up.

She wanted to refute it, but then felt that what she said seemed to make sense.

Her father, Ning Fengzhi, was the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and indeed had many wives and concubines.

All the uncles and elders she had seen since childhood had multiple wives and concubines.

Within upper-class circles, this is perfectly normal.

In this world, it's as natural as sunrise and sunset for the strong to have more partners.

But she also vaguely felt that liking married women was not the same as having multiple wives and concubines.

Something's off.

She couldn't explain exactly what was strange.

[Golden Liquid Angel]: You... you're just being unreasonable!

Qian Renxue was so angry that she trembled all over.

She accidentally swept the teacup beside her to the ground, scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.

She didn't really care about whether someone was a married woman or not; what she cared about was Tang Hao's wife.

Qian Renxue didn't want to see Tang Hao's wife always by Lin Qingmo's side.

But she couldn't tell the truth, and this feeling of frustration drove her to the brink of madness.

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Well, why think so much? As long as A-Qing likes it, that's all that matters.

Xiao Wu smiled as she said this.

She no longer values human morality as much as she used to.

If you like something, you like it; if you don't like something, you don't like it. There's no need for so many complicated rules.

If A-Qing thinks Ah Yin is pretty, then she's pretty. What's there to argue about?

[Green Green Grass]: Yes...

Ah Yin gently typed those two words, her heart pounding so hard she suspected the entire cabin was shaking.

She stole a glance at Lin Qingmo, then quickly looked away.

But her fingers were trembling, and the blue light at the edge of her Spirit Body flickered faintly, like a candle flame swaying in the night wind.

She really wanted to ask A-Qing, "Were you serious about what you just said?"

But she didn't have the courage to speak.

Her identity, her past, and her attachments were like layers of chains, binding her and preventing her from moving.

But A-Qing just had to say those words, and he just had to say them in front of her.

This suddenly stirred a glimmer of expectation in her dormant heart, an expectation that even she herself found absurd.

Lin Qingmo was unaware that Ah Yin had been tossing and turning with countless thoughts in those few seconds.

He's busy clearing his name.

These women are getting more and more outrageous.

If he doesn't speak up, who knows what kind of stories will be made about him.

"How could I be such a traitor?"