At Yang Chan's question, Chen Wei's thoughts raced.
Investigate her informants?
Those words were absolutely a deadly pitfall. He could not answer lightly, especially when the one asking was his precious darling, pregnant with two children.
As the saying made abundantly clear, being an imperial son-in-law was no easy task. The rules were the same in heaven and on earth.
Though Yang Chan did not bear the title of Heavenly Court princess, her actual standing as the Great Heavenly Venerable's own niece was no lower than a princess's.
Besides, her elder brother Yang Jian was there too. Who would dare look down on her?
Still.
There was naturally no shortage of gossip in private.
Outwardly, those immortals were all deference, cheerfully calling him "Grand Commander" at every turn. But when they gathered to chat behind his back, they inevitably teased him with a cry of, "Immortal Son-in-Law Chen Qingquan!"
Chen Wei had always scoffed at that sour little nickname, utterly unconcerned.
Could any ordinary immortal have withstood the ordeal of fetching his bride back then?
Ordinary immortals could not begin to imagine the pressure he bore. Outside the home, he had to keep the officials in line; inside, he had to attend to his pregnant wife. The slightest misstep could bring down Second Brother's Mountain-Splitting Axe from Guanjiangkou.
Yet even that brief pause brought trouble.
When Yang Chan saw that her husband still had not answered, her mood shifted as swiftly as a pregnant immortal maiden's could. She gave a little huff and pouted, "Why aren't you saying anything? Have you started disliking the three of us?"
"How could I!" Chen Wei jolted and hurried to soothe her. "I wasn't speaking because I was reflecting!"
"Reflecting on what?"
"On what virtue or ability I could possibly possess to have married