Feng Jiu’er looked at her Third Imperial Brother’s face, flushed nearly purple with embarrassment, and almost burst out laughing.

Hadn’t her Third Sister-in-law stolen quite a number of men before? How could he not understand things like this?

But seeing Qiao Mu immediately turn around to pat Feng Jiang’s back, Feng Jiu’er believed she truly didn’t understand.

Comrade Little Qiao didn’t even realize that what she’d just said had cost her Mr. Little Bao a great deal of face.

“How could you be so careless?” Qiao Mu continued patting Feng Jiang’s back. “Eat slower! No one told you to finish it all at once.”

“If you really don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it, but didn’t you just say you liked beef?”

Feng Jiang, looking at his wife’s anxious expression, let the tension melt from his breath, his face gradually softening.

He took the hand that had been patting his back and pulled her into his embrace.

Feng Jiang lowered his head, putting his mouth close to Qiao Mu’s ear.

“When I said let’s wait a little longer, it was because I don’t want you to feel wronged — not because there wasn’t enough meat.”

He lowered his head, kissed his wife’s cheek, and continued speaking softly: “Even if it isn’t extravagant, I must still give you a wedding.”

“You are my only one — how could I ever let you feel wronged? Do you understand?”

Whether it was because of Feng Jiang’s words or his burning breath, Qiao Mu’s face flushed redder and redder.

She didn’t say a single word, simply letting Feng Jiang hold her in his embrace, the corners of her mouth carrying a faint smile brimming with happiness.

Feng Jiu’er finally understood what was going on.

Last night, the girl herself had taken the initiative, but her Third Imperial Brother had held back instead — leading Little Qiao to think it was because there hadn’t been enough meat to eat?

In truth, the whole matter had nothing whatsoever to do with meat — poor meat, so wronged!

Jian Yi finished the bowl of porridge in one gulp and stood up. “Jiu’er, I’ll go check on the situation.”

When Feng Jiu’er raised her eyes, what met them was Jian Yi’s faintly pink-flushed profile.

She couldn’t blame Jian Yi for not being able to stand it — she herself could barely take it any longer.

If it weren’t that the matter between the two across from her was something she genuinely cared about, she might have followed Jian Yi out as well.

This dose of secondhand romance had already filled her up entirely.

“Sigh.” Feng Jiu’er set down the steamed bun in her hand — honestly, this bun had no flavor to it at all.

“You two, could you please show some consideration for other people’s feelings?”

“Never mind me, but Jian Yi is as innocent as a child — are you really comfortable saying things unsuitable for children right in front of him?”

She herself didn’t mind — though she hadn’t experienced such things yet, she was long past being innocent.

Poor Hero Jian Yi! At such a prime, hot-blooded age, yet without a girlfriend of his own.

Qiao Mu pressed her lips together and pulled away from the man’s embrace.

“Let’s eat breakfast — we might have to head back soon.”

“Oh, right.” She pressed her lips together again and turned to look at Feng Jiang. “I don’t feel wronged at all — you can decide whenever you like.”

The moment she finished speaking, Qiao Mu reached over and pinched Feng Jiang’s still-flushed cheek.

Feng Jiu’er wanted so badly to hit someone! Was this still the Qiao Mu she knew?

In Feng Jiu’er’s mind, Qiao Mu was bold and carefree, yet still rather conservative when it came to matters between men and women.

In the past, teasing her would make her blush — but now…

Well, her appearance hadn’t changed; this was still Qiao Mu without a doubt. Feng Jiu’er just found herself a little unable to get used to this smug Miss Qiao.

As for Feng Jiang’s grievance — that was a genuine grievance.

On one hand, he wanted to give his wife the most beautiful of everything; but his little wife kept teasing him like this, and he could barely take it anymore.

Feng Jiu’er glanced at Feng Jiang and couldn’t help but chuckle.

No wonder he always seemed to be holding something back — of course, having found a girlfriend like Little Qiao, it would be strange not to feel pent up.

“Little Bao, when it’s time to act, just act! Don’t be so polite with her.” Feng Jiu’er said with a smile.

Feng Jiang let out a soft sigh, gently rubbing Qiao Mu’s shoulder.

“From now on, don’t doubt my abilities.”

Qiao Mu bit her lip, her cheeks flushing red once more.

“All right, I’ll wait.” She replied, her face red, turning her gaze away.

This obedient demeanor successfully pleased the man.

Feng Jiang withdrew his large hand, clenched it lightly into a fist, picked up his bowl, and began eating meat in big mouthfuls.

Feng Jiu’er finally couldn’t hold back any longer and burst out laughing.

This couple was simply too adorable! Far too adorable!

Big Miss Qiao was a bit insufferable — surely even her Third Imperial Brother wanted to hit someone too?

Still, seeing her this happy made Feng Jiu’er happier than anything else.

After the laughter died down, the three of them began eating, and the grassland fell quiet once more.

Feng Jiu’er actually quite enjoyed these two days of life on the grassland — simple, peaceful — if only her own man were here, it would be even better.

After a while, Jian Yi, who had left, came back.

“Jiu’er, things inside seem relatively stable — the men surnamed Cai and Qin have retrieved the poison and are taking inventory now.”

“According to the brothers’ report, they should be setting off back soon.”

“Good.” Feng Jiu’er nodded. “Let’s pack up too, and get ready to head back.”

“Little Bao, I want to eat some fruit.” Qiao Mu said with a smile, looking at the fruit in front of her.

“Coming right up.” Feng Jiang leaned over and picked one for her.

And just like that, Feng Jiu’er’s words were completely ignored.

An hour later, the procession in the forest set off, and Feng Jiu’er and the others followed along on the way back.

But unexpectedly, in a certain valley, the procession ahead came to a halt.

Soon, the brothers who had gone ahead to scout came riding back.

“Master Bao, word is that the only road out of the mountains has been sealed off,” one of the brothers reported.

No sooner had his words fallen than the sound of horses’ hooves came from different directions ahead.

The four walking at the front of the group all turned to look ahead at the same moment.

Seeing the two forces suddenly appearing from the mountainside, closing in on the procession in the middle, Feng Jiu’er turned her head to glance at Feng Jiang.

Feng Jiang nodded and raised his arm.

With a single sweep of his arm, all the brothers behind him gathered their reins and followed.

By the time Feng Jiu’er and the others arrived, the battle ahead had already begun.

This time, the enemy’s numbers were great, and they could no longer stand by and watch.

As the procession drew near the battle zone, Feng Jiu’er, Jian Yi, Feng Jiang, and Qiao Mu leapt up together, charging into the fray.

Cai Liantang had already been wounded earlier, his head still wrapped in white gauze.

After nearly two days of continuous fighting, his combat strength was nowhere near what it had been.

A mountain bandit, imposing in dress and powerfully built, wielding a broadsword, swung down hard at Cai Liantang.

Cai Liantang had just knocked away two bandits and turned to face this new threat — too late.

The broadsword flashed silver, already upon him.

Cai Liantang, seeing he couldn’t dodge in time, twisted his body to the side, hoping only that it would be his arm severed, not his head.

But instead, a loud clang of impact rang in his ears, and what should have happened did not.

Turning his head in disbelief, he saw a woman, short blade in hand, forcibly halting the heavy broadsword.

Under the sunlight, the woman’s skin was flawlessly translucent, her features exquisitely beautiful.

Cai Liantang stared, entranced.

“Im—immortal.”