Chapter 71: Are You Happy Today?

With a soft sigh, Ye Kun picked up the bowl of hangover soup and took a sip, nearly spitting it out. Was she trying to salt her Kun brother to death?

“Ah, husband, what’s wrong? It’s my first time making it, so I probably didn’t do a good job. You won’t get an upset stomach, will you?” Ye Li was elated inside. The medicine I concocted—just a lick and the effect is potent enough to split you open. Let you bully me at dinner? I’ll have you running to the privy instead.

Why did Ye Kun feel as though both his wives wanted him to have diarrhea? Even the way they spoke was identical.

“It’s fine. Go get some rest, I’m tired,” Ye Kun said with a gentle smile.

Ye Li was puzzled. That Splitting Pill should have worked instantly—why was there no effect?

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“You worry too much, my lady. I’m going to rest now. You should also sleep early and take care of yourself.” With that, Ye Kun closed the door, leaving Ye Li fuming. Did he find her so ugly he couldn’t bear to look at her?

Playing hard to get? I’ve seen through your little act!

In a huff, Ye Li sat in the small pavilion nearby, waiting for that bald-headed man to come running out, clutching his behind. She’d pretend to console him—just thinking about it made her gleeful.

She’d wait all night. Tomorrow, at the wedding, he’d be so weak in the knees! Wasn’t today delightful?

So thirsty... better drink some water.

Ye Li picked up the bowl at hand and took a sip.

Ugh!

Bitter enough to kill! Just as she cursed under her breath, a tumult swept through her abdomen—a torrent threatening to burst forth.

Eyes wide, she shot to her feet, clutching her stomach, face turning green. She tiptoed toward the outhouse, terrified any sudden movement would trigger disaster.

What’s happening? What’s going on? It must be that bald head! He must have done this on purpose! Bullying me again! I, Ye Li, have never been so wronged in my life!

Can’t hold it much longer!

Arriving at the outhouse, Ye Li was assailed by a stench potent enough to kill.

Damn it, who’s in there already?

“Open up! Let me in!” Ye Li pounded on the door in desperation.

“Wait a minute!” Inside, Yan Muer was on the verge of tears—cursing her own foolishness.

Ye Li hadn’t expected Yan Muer to be inside. “Hurry up, I’m desperate!”

“I’m desperate too!”

“Yan Muer! Are you messing with me?” Ye Li couldn’t take it anymore. Let’s just speak plainly—no more pretending!

Pffft pfft—

That was the answer Ye Li received. She nearly fainted. So even such a beautiful girl could poop and fart like anyone else!

“Yan Muer! Get out here!” Ye Li’s face was flushed with embarrassment. The effects of the medicine were far beyond her expectations; she couldn’t control herself. It felt as if ten thousand wicked dragons were rampaging in her belly.

“I’m not done! Are you insane?” Yan Muer inside was nearly contorted in pain and reluctant relief—it was agonizing.

Ye Li couldn’t care less and shoved open the outhouse door. Yan Muer froze, just in time to see Ye Li rush in.

Pffft pffft pfft—

Ssss ssss ssss—

“Ahh... that feels so much better,” Ye Li sighed contentedly, as if the sky had turned blue.

“You! It stinks!” Yan Muer pinched her nose. The odor was enough to make her eyes water.

“Hurry up and leave when you’re done,” Ye Li propped her chin up, savoring the relief.

Yan Muer huffed indignantly, preparing to escape the foul-smelling outhouse. But as soon as she stood, her stomach twisted painfully, forcing her to squat again, her face turning green.

The two girls, back to back—one after another, in perfect rhythm.

Yet both wondered: Why was there only one outhouse in the Ye family?

At that moment, Dongmen Meng was puzzled. The two daughters-in-law had been gone a long while—why hadn’t they come back? Surely they weren’t sleeping with Kun Kun already? The wedding wasn’t even done! Was it really so urgent... Her own Kun Kun was still so young.

Worried for her son, Dongmen Meng stepped out to retrieve her two daughters-in-law. No matter what, they had to wait just one more night.

But after only a few steps, she caught a peculiar stench and frowned. How could anything smell so bad? And there were strange noises, too.

Dongmen Meng pinched her nose and walked toward the outhouse.

When she saw the scene within, her face froze.

Ye Li and Yan Muer looked back at their mother-in-law. The air was thick not only with stench, but also with embarrassment.

This time, both Yan Muer and Ye Li wished they could disappear from shame.

“You two...”

“We ate something bad,” Ye Li said pitifully. It was all her son’s fault—she’d planned to get back at him, but ended up suffering herself. And now she had to swallow the bitterness.

Yan Muer added with a teary voice, “Mother, we’ve been here for ages...”

Dongmen Meng pressed a hand to her forehead. These two daughters-in-law even had diarrhea together—their bond was certainly strong.

She handed them each a Cleansing Heart Pill, holding her nose. “Quickly, take these.”

Ye Li and Yan Muer didn’t hesitate and swallowed them at once. Warmth spread through their bellies—the medicine their mother-in-law gave was truly effective.

Of course—it was Dongmen Meng’s medicine, after all.

“Feeling any better?” she asked.

Both nodded, but secretly, they were plotting revenge. Baldy, just you wait... This feud only grows deeper.

“Come, go change your clothes—you both reek.”

Ye Li and Yan Muer sniffed themselves and nearly fainted. As girls who loved cleanliness, this was unbearable.

But after only a few steps, their stomachs churned once more. They exchanged a glance, then eyed the outhouse, determined to snag the best spot.

Time for another round.

As she watched her daughters-in-law begin a new bout of diarrhea, Dongmen Meng couldn’t take it anymore. “Wash up as soon as you’re done. I’ll head back first.”

“Got it...”

Meanwhile, Ye Kun had already fallen into a deep sleep. Those who tried to harm him were truly out of luck.

That night, Ye Li and Yan Muer suffered a great loss—utterly drained, legs weak, cursing the bald head a hundred times over in their hearts.

All their grievances they decided to blame on him!

At dawn, Ye Zhao went alone to the back courtyard, intending to have a word with Ye Kun. In his mind, Ye Kun was impulsive—perhaps the wedding wouldn’t even happen today.

“Kun, are you awake?” Ye Zhao knocked and called out with a laugh.

Ye Kun yawned. “Uncle, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing urgent. I just wanted to chat.”

Ye Kun quickly became alert. For his uncle to seek him out now—surely he was up to something.

“All right, give me a moment.” He was curious to hear what the man wanted.

“Good, I’ll wait for you in the pavilion,” Ye Zhao replied, turning away.

He immediately spotted two bowls of soup on the table. One bowl was crystal clear, obviously a nourishing tonic, even exuding a strange fragrance.

What caught Ye Zhao’s attention was the Splitting Soup that Ye Li had prepared.