Chapter 119: Brother Actually Went Five Days Without Leaving the House

Ye Kun took a deep breath. "I wonder what the Ninth Prince intends to calculate?"

"It’s not really about the calculation itself," Changsun Tan replied with a light chuckle. "The main thing is that I want to establish a friendship with you, Ye Kun." He didn’t bother to pose any difficult riddles, knowing that given his status, others would be more than willing to comply.

But my brother Kun is different—an honest man who calls things as they are.

Ye Kun cupped his hands and smiled, "It is an honor for me, Ye Kun, to meet the Ninth Prince today."

"No, no, no, the honor is mine, Changsun Tan’s."

Ye Li rolled her eyes—her husband accused others of hypocrisy, yet here he was, exchanging flattery with the Ninth Prince.

In truth, Ye Kun didn’t want to play along, but the other was, after all, a prince; it was only proper to show respect. Besides, he had even been invited to dinner.

"Brother Ye Kun, your trip to Ankang Continent is to study, correct?" Changsun Tan shifted the topic, disliking such mutual flattery.

Yue Zhu was taken aback. The Ninth Prince had changed his form of address—it seemed he was trying to cozy up to this bald fellow.

Ye Kun seemed to catch the hint and smiled, "Indeed. My younger brothers and I all plan to study at Anjing Academy on Ankang Continent."

"Anjing Academy, yes, it’s quite reputable in recent years—a fine choice. It’s a pity though, once you arrive at Ankang Continent, you’ll return to Taijing. My punishment will be over then, but I was hoping to spend more time with you, Brother Ye Kun."

"Ye Kun is humbled; the Ninth Prince’s favor is overwhelming."

Ye Li and Yan Mu’er bit their lips, thinking, “This bald guy really knows how to put on a show.”

"Enough with the ‘Ninth Prince’—just call me Brother Tan."

Brother Tan...

"Since you insist, I won’t be modest," Ye Kun replied.

"Haha, that’s how it should be. Just chatting, isn’t that right, Yue Zhu?"

Yue Zhu smiled gently, "Indeed."

Just moments ago, she had been urging others to calm down.

"The hour grows late; I won’t disturb Brother Tan further," Ye Kun said, preparing to take his leave. It was best to keep distance from the royal family—getting entangled in their affairs was never wise.

"Very well. Brother Ye Kun, enjoy yourself; expenses on the boat are on me, Brother Tan."

Before Ye Kun could respond, Ye Li’s coquettish voice rang out from behind, "Thank you, Brother Tan~"

Ye Kun was speechless. Li’er, are you a spy sent by the other side?

"You’re welcome, sister-in-law. Take good care of Brother Ye Kun."

Ye Kun smiled faintly, "Then I shall take my leave."

"Good."

Changsun Tan watched Ye Kun and the others depart. He didn’t immediately return to his quarters but gazed up at the night sky.

Yue Zhu placed her delicate hands on Changsun Tan’s shoulders. "Ninth Prince, he is but a child who has just stepped out into the world. Are you not being a bit too...?"

"He has a good father," Changsun Tan said firmly.

Yue Zhu paused, realizing the truth in his words.

"When we return to Taijing, the Ninth Prince must remain cautious," she added.

Changsun Tan yawned and stretched lazily. "Cautious about what? To live carefully everywhere—that’s a tiresome existence. I’m going to sleep now; you may leave."

"Would you like me to stay with you?" Yue Zhu asked softly.

"No need. I don’t want to open my eyes to find my own corpse, do I? Qianji?"

Yue Zhu’s heart trembled; she responded in a delicate voice, "What did the Ninth Prince say?"

"Nothing. I’m just curious—how many identities do you actually have? A thousand, perhaps?" Changsun Tan glanced back at Yue Zhu before entering his room, leaving her with a troubled expression.

Meanwhile, Ye Kun returned to his room with his two wives. Yan Mu’er went straight to wash up; Ye Kun noticed how fond she was of cleanliness.

"Li’er, we should keep our distance from the Ninth Prince in the future."

"Why~" Ye Li purred, wrapping her arms around Ye Kun’s waist from behind in a loving embrace.

Ye Kun sighed softly. These two women understood nothing.

"The Ninth Prince’s moods change too quickly. He was just reprimanding the landlady, yet moments later, he’s smiling at me. He sells you out without hesitation."

"I know I was wrong, darling, please don’t be angry~" Ye Li pouted inwardly. Of course, I know—I’m just stirring up some trouble. And he’s blaming me? Such a petty man~

"Then you must be punished," Ye Kun said sternly.

Ye Li was shocked. Punished??? What does this perverted little bald guy want to do?

But she soon realized her mistake—the “punishment” was playing chess with him.

Can we still be a happy married couple?

What happened to the punishment?!

However, Ye Li quickly understood this was a punishment of the mind.

"Husband, you’re being too cruel~"

"Hehe~"

At that moment, Yan Mu’er finished washing and walked out, drying her hair. Ye Li saw her as a savior.

"Husband, let Sister Mu’er ease your fatigue. Li’er will go wash up too, or else you’ll smell unpleasant."

"Such thoughtfulness," Ye Kun praised Ye Li, who wanted nothing more than to give the bald one a good knock.

Yan Mu’er looked utterly confused, unaware of what was going on.

"Mu’er, come sit here."

Yan Mu’er obediently took a seat. "What is it, husband?"

"Chess."

"Alright," Yan Mu’er said, relieved to have a chance to retaliate; she planned to humiliate her husband in a few rounds. After all, her master had taught her well.

Ye Kun noticed Ye Li wasn’t very skilled, but Yan Mu’er was quite proficient and formidable.

This made things interesting, especially watching Yan Mu’er’s serious expression while playing—there was a charm in a girl’s intense focus.

When Ye Li came out, she was surprised to hear no complaints from Yan Mu’er; instead, she was deeply engrossed in the game with her husband.

"Husband, it’s late—let’s go to bed early," Ye Li suggested, feeling it was time for rest. Lately, she enjoyed leaning against her husband as she slept. No matter how strong a girl was, she still needed the embrace of an arm. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.

"Li’er, you go to bed first."

"Don’t disturb us while we play."

Ye Li pouted and muttered, "Suit yourselves," then went to lie down.

She couldn’t fall asleep, sneaking glances at them from time to time.

Suddenly, she realized something—this was an opportunity to spend time with her husband!

She was actually giving it up to Yan Mu’er!

Heavens! She was about to cry from her own foolishness...

So Ye Li immediately got up and sat beside them, studying intently. She couldn’t afford to lose to this enchanting vixen.

In the following days,

Ye Qin noticed that his elder brother and sisters-in-law hadn’t left their room.

It made sense—his elder brother was newlywed, and both sisters-in-law were stunning. He could understand the situation.

Yuan Zhen and Feng Dian once again sighed in admiration. Brother Kun could go five days without stepping outside—truly impressive.

Dong Ci and Da Ci exchanged glances, wondering if this was also a method of cultivation taught by their master.

After five days of adjustment, Ye Kun discovered something—Ye Li and Yan Mu’er had begun communicating, even discussing matters together.

Though somewhat impractical, seeing them so serious warmed his heart.

Ye Li and Yan Mu’er had endured Ye Kun’s torment for five days straight! They were at their limit...