In the desolate borderlands, a long marriage procession had already traveled for three days.
Inside the flower sedan was the beloved son of the Right Prime Minister, a favored noble of the Zong family.
The Right Prime Minister was a clever man, adept at handling both public and private matters with clarity. While others took one step and considered three, he could see to the end of the road. However, his great intelligence turned against him, ultimately causing his son to suffer.
The one he was marrying wasn’t some talented youth from a prestigious family in the capital, nor a distant relative from several generations of royal kin, but rather the formidable General Qi Han’guang, who had long guarded the borders.
Qi Han’guang was known for his ferocity and bravery, possessing both great courage and a strategic mind, having outlived three wives and left behind two children.
The Right Prime Minister consoled his tearful wife, using the saying “things don’t happen more than three times” as a point of reference.
Inside the swaying flower sedan, Zong Yuan was wearing a bridal veil for the first time in his life. The expression beneath it could stop a child’s night crying.
0046 felt guilty, “Although you’re a ger… you are at least still a male, right?”
Zong Yuan darkened his face and reached down to check himself, finding his own brother intact and not feeling any other alarming things, he let out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, he was still himself.
How could such a large manhood be mistaken for a girl?
0046 explained his confusion, “Look at the red dot on your forehead and wrist.”
Zong Yuan, with his strong and handsome face, ironically had a flashy, vulgar little red dot on his forehead.
To him, it was an eyesore, ugly to the extreme, but to others, it was beautiful—truly beautiful, with no other reactions but admiration.
The reputation of the noble son from the Zong family was well-known throughout the capital.
Outside the flower sedan, the voices of matrons chattered endlessly. Zong Yuan listened with a dark expression, feeling like breaking through the window, “Damn it.”
He never thought there would come a day when he would wear a bridal veil and sit in a flower sedan to get married.
Damn.
0046 dryly consoled him, “You can’t leave. Zong Yuan, think about the mission!”
Mission my ass!
He heard that Qi Han’guang was a two-meter-tall man with a full beard. Zong Yuan thought maybe he could make a brotherly connection and have the general help him find his lover.
Oh, and he heard there were two little kids?
Not far away, the general’s residence glowed warmly, where the five-year-old eldest son and his three-year-old younger brother hid behind a pavilion, watching the comings and goings of people.
Qi Dongjing tugged at his brother’s sleeve and tilted his head adorably, asking, “Brother, what are we doing here?”
Qi Dongjun frowned slightly, speaking in a childish tone to correct his brother, “From today on, we will have a mother! No, wait, a daddy! Of course, we need to meet Daddy first!”
Qi Dongjing nodded, still a bit confused, his big eyes filled with admiration as he looked at his brother.
Qi Dongjun’s small chest puffed up even straighter.
The servants trailing behind them chuckled quietly, hoping that the bride coming over would be gentle and kind, treating the two young masters well.
In the study.
After all the arrangements were made, a few people listened to the lively sounds outside and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “I heard this bride isn’t even of weak years. Our general is really going for tender grass this time.”
The strategist stroked his beard, joining in on the teasing, “That’s right! This is the ger of the Zong family. If it weren’t for the Right Prime Minister being too clever for his own good, our general probably wouldn’t have gotten this marriage bestowed upon him.”
Qi Han’guang sat calmly in his seat, reading the memorials, completely unfazed by their jests.
Someone asked, “The flower sedan is almost at the general’s gate; aren’t you going to get ready, General?”
Qi Han’guang scoffed, showing no interest. “I hope this new bride is clever enough to treat my two children well and not be too foolish.”
Zong Yuan was sweating in his clothes, rolling up his sleeves and pant legs, wishing he could just wear a tank top and shorts. The red veil on his head had long since been thrown aside.
The rough manly aura emanated from him without reservation.
0046 couldn’t hold back anymore, “Can you act a little more like a proper young lady?”
Zong Yuan sneered, ready to unbutton his trousers to show off his assets, “That old general isn’t even half as good as me and you want me to be a proper lady?”
Being led astray by the mermaid, Zong Yuan was only sitting in the flower sedan because he was suppressing his temper.
The general’s residence had already started to play music and the crowd gathered in circles. When the Zong family’s wedding procession arrived, there was a loud cheer.
“The new bride’s entourage is quite grand!”
“I heard this has been toned down! I wonder if the families in the capital can handle our frontier’s climate.”
“Why wouldn’t they be able to? Didn’t our general say it was great here?”
“Exactly! The general’s wife will definitely like it here.”
Amid the noisy chatter, everyone craned their necks to see the beautiful flower sedan, eager for the general to catch a glimpse first.
The strategist chuckled, “They’ve arrived!”
Qi Han’guang stood up and instructed those around him to tidy up the table. He calmly walked out to welcome the bride, the general’s residence teeming with people. Servants lined up one after another at the entrance to greet the lady.
Qi Dongjing, small in stature, nestled close to his brother in the pavilion, turned in shock, and said, “Brother, we’re not the first to see Daddy!”
Qi Dongjun’s face fell as he looked at the crowd of people at the entrance, then at himself and his brother’s short figures. Unable to control himself, he suddenly cried out loud.
Seeing his brother crying, Qi Dongjing pouted and started to cry too.
The burly guards beside them, unable to comfort the children, feared their rough hands might hurt the young masters’ delicate faces.
Just when they were at a loss, a group of people walked by. They had keen eyes and spotted the two little masters in tears from a distance. “Look at our little masters! They know their Father is coming and are so happy they’re crying.”
The group laughed heartily.
The strategist rushed over with concern, “Why are you crying? Oh dear, my heart aches from your tears!”
Qi Dongjing sniffled, “We can’t see Daddy.”
Qi Dongjun was even more heartbroken; he cried while trying to wipe his brother’s tears. “Brother, I’ll lift you up to see!”
He wrapped his arms around Qi Dongjing’s little belly and exerted some force but couldn’t lift him up.
Qi Dongjun felt a chill run through his body. At that moment, the world felt desolate, and the poor little child, unloved, cried even harder.
Qi Han’guang’s capable subordinate, Zang Qi, suppressed a laugh as he approached, pointing at the guard standing by, who was unsure of what to do. “Lift the two young masters up! Make sure they see the lady first thing. Do you hear me?”
The guard replied, “Yes!”
Zong Yuan sat in the flower sedan, enjoying the lively sounds outside, resembling a lord.
The sedan had already been set down by the bearers. A matron accompanying the bride spoke joyfully, “General? The wedding procession is here!”
Footsteps outside grew louder as they approached. Zong Yuan raised an eyebrow and, under 0046’s urging, slowly tidied his clothes, reluctantly putting on the veil.
It was really annoying.
The footsteps stopped in front of the sedan, and Zong Yuan couldn’t see anything. He wasn’t worried at all. With the mermaid’s enhancements, he would be a superhero in ancient times.
He didn’t care who it was.
The curtain of the flower sedan was lifted, letting in some light. Qi Han’guang saw the Zong family’s young master sitting obediently inside the sedan. He smiled and reached out, saying, “My lady, please.”
His hand was long and beautiful, with prominent knuckles, and his voice was warm and clear, quite unlike that of a fierce warrior.
Zong Yuan was feeling lazy; he didn’t need anyone to lead him.
Qi Han’guang thought the lady, raised in pampering since childhood, hadn’t heard him due to the surrounding noise. He raised his voice, “My lady, please.”
0046 even urged him, “Zong Yuan!”
Give it some face.
Zong Yuan casually lifted his hand and placed it in Qi Han’guang’s.
Qi Han’guang’s hand was large, a result of years of practicing weaponry. His fingers were long and strong, with thick layers of calluses. When Zong Yuan placed his hand on top… it was actually bigger than Qi Han’guang’s?!
It made Qi Han’guang’s hand seem particularly delicate and small.
Qi Han’guang’s entire demeanor changed; his smile stiffened. “My lady?”
He confirmed it was indeed a lady, not a common servant?
Seeing their hands together, Zong Yuan smirked. His hand was larger; forget about other areas—marrying him? Ha, brother, you’re not qualified.
He nonchalantly responded, “Mm.”
The matron saw Qi Han’guang pulling her young master out and felt tears welling up in her eyes. She wiped them away and stepped forward to take Zong Yuan’s hand from the general, supporting him as they walked into the residence.
Feeling upset, she didn’t notice Qi Han’guang’s expression.
Qi Han’guang, “…”
Forget it, there will inevitably be big-handed and big-footed young masters in this world. Being so surprised only made him seem inexperienced. Stay calm, stay calm.
Qi Dongjun and Qi Dongjing were carefully held by the guards. They stood by the main gate, watching as their father and the new bride in his bright red clothes and veil approached. Suddenly, the two children felt a bit nervous.
Qi Dongjing inexplicably spoke with a bit of a cry in his voice, “Father…Will he not sleep with us anymore?”
Qi Dongjun puffed out his cheeks to rebut, “Of course not!”
But his voice lacked confidence.
From a distance, Zong Yuan could clearly hear the words of the two little kids. He waited with malicious amusement for Qi Han’guang to walk up behind him and walk side by side into the residence.
The little brats must be feeling jealous, haha.
Qi Han’guang noticed the tears welling in the children’s eyes. He glanced at them, offering silent comfort.
Unfortunately, his usually meticulous demeanor made the brothers think their father was glaring at them, causing them to burst into tears immediately.
The sound of the two children crying was quite loud.
Qi Dongjun and Qi Dongjing cried in genuine sorrow, shouting “Father, Father” between their sobs, breaking anyone’s heart who heard them.
Qi Han’guang sighed; he felt pity for them. Before he could approach to offer a few words of comfort, the bride, who hadn’t yet lifted his veil, strode several steps forward.
A thought flashed through Qi Han’guang’s mind: how did this young master from the Zong family walk with such swagger… even more manly than he?
While crying, Qi Dongjun and Qi Dongjing looked at their new Daddy, who stood in front of them. The older brother, who fancied himself a big kid, tried to stifle his sobs but ended up with a few hiccuping cries.
Zong Yuan remarked, “Oh, little brat, you’re almost swallowing your snot.”
Qi Dongjing reflexively glanced at his brother, disgusted amidst his tears, “Ew, brother, you’re so dirty.”
Qi Dongjun was on the verge of tears again.
Author’s Note:
The protagonist hasn’t slept with any of the three wives! It will be explained later! He has no feelings without Yuan Ge, sob sob, friends, don’t get excited!
Hahaha, I’m writing an ancient story first and then moving to modern times! The remaining modern ones are very lively and I want to balance it out with an ancient one! Love you all! This is an ancient setting—completely fictional!!!
Qi Han’guang: Damn! This kid’s hands are bigger than mine! Damn! This kid is taller than me too!
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Qi Han’guang (crying without tears): Damn! His bird is bigger than mine?!
Yuan Ge is a pure man!!!! No, no, no, he’s not bisexual! He can’t get pregnant!!!
Double update delivered! Mwah!
