That night, when it was time to sleep, Ye Qingqing nestled sweetly in Song Yun's arms.
Song Yun, however, was so troubled that he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
If he really brought Yuan Siyi home, how would he divide his time?
He certainly couldn't tear himself in half, could he?
Or maybe give odd days to Ye Qingqing and even days to Yuan Siyi?
What had he turned himself into! A tool?
No, no, he must maintain his sovereign position at home!
But could they... live together...
He dared not think about it.
Song Yun only felt the flow of his vital energy, and the power inside him seemed almost uncontrollable.
Even though his wife was lying beside him, with the emperor in his power, he could command his princes, yet he was powerless to do anything.
He endured through the night, and the next day, when Ye Qingqing opened her eyes, she was startled to see the severe dark circles under Song Yun's eyes.
"Husband, what happened to you? Didn't you sleep all night?" Ye Qingqing's tender hands stroked her husband's eye sockets with heartache.
She naturally knew why Song Yun looked like this.
She understood her own man best.
Song Yun was young and strong, and as a martial artist, his vitality was many times higher than that of ordinary people.
If he didn't have enough physical activity to dissipate it, it would naturally accumulate more and more.
Ye Qingqing didn't want to see her husband looking like this, especially since if things were to really wait, Song Yun would have to endure another seven or eight months.
"It's okay."
Song Yun hugged Ye Qingqing and, smelling the fragrance of her hair, felt his restless heart finally settle down a bit.
"Husband, let's go back home today!"
Ye Qingqing pondered for a long while before she suddenly blurted out this surprising suggestion.
They were living well here, why go back? Besides, the ancestral hall still needed expansion and renovation, which couldn't be done in a day or two.
"What, you miss Captain Yang and the others? If you really can't stand it, we could call them over here."
Song Yun kissed Ye Qingqing's forehead gently.
Ye Qingqing shook her head and said, "Wen Shu and Si Yi are waiting for us at home. If we stay here, what would the two of them do?"
This statement plunged Song Yun into silence, especially with Wen Shu, the young girl who had just come out from the village. He wondered if she would overthink.
"What do you think, husband? Let's go back home~"
I had underestimated her!
Wen Shu's figure isn't somewhat nice, it's damn near perfect!
Song Yun prided himself on having seen so many girls, but in terms of figure, none could match Wen Shu.
"Hey, Brother Song Yun, why are you having a nosebleed!?"
"Hurry, let's go change our clothes before coming back down..."
Yuan Siyi wished she could find a hole to crawl into, so embarrassed!
They had been playing the motion-sensing game with great effort, which led them to wear only their close-fitting garments.
Now that Song Yun had suddenly come back, they had been caught in such revealing attire!
"Phew, what haven't you seen, Song Yun! How could such a trivial thing make you lose your composure? Hold on! You must hold on!"
Song Yun kept chanting the Heart Sutra in his mind, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form," repeating it over ten times, but it did not seem to alleviate his feelings.
"Honestly, honey, did you feel anything just now?"
Ye Qingqing, sneaky as a little thief, leaned in close to Song Yun's ear to ask.
The warm, moist air caressed Song Yun's ear, making him feel like he was going to lose his mind!
He stood up with a shout and returned to the bedroom to begin a plan of thousands of push-ups.
Two hours later, Song Yun lay exhausted on the floor, unable to get up, having finally thrown out all his stray thoughts.
After a cold shower, Song Yun returned to the living room.
Yuan Siyi and Wen Shu had already changed into proper clothes.
Wen Shu, that girl, was still oblivious and eager to drag Song Yun to play games together.
In contrast, Yuan Siyi kept her head down, not daring to look at Song Yun.
"Husband, you play with Wen Shu first, I need to talk to Siyi about something."
Ye Qingqing winked mischievously at Song Yun and, with a baffled-looking Yuan Siyi, headed upstairs.
Ah, my wife is taking this seriously!
She really wants Yuan Siyi to join our loving big family.
As a man, why should I be coy and pretend to be modest?
Go for it, wife! I believe in you!
Upstairs, Yuan Siyi sat on the edge of the bed at a loss, looking at Ye Qingqing, because she saw in Ye Qingqing's eyes a feeling that was hard to describe.
It was a bit of discomfort, a bit of relief, and even... some joy?