169: Chapter 169 No problem!

Moreover, in the Secret Realm, the two had already been completely honest with each other; everything that should have happened—and even things that shouldn't have—had already occurred!

But what about now?

The other woman was the officially betrothed fiancée, the young mistress of the Marquis Mansion personally appointed by the Emperor.

She, on the other hand, could only hide in the background like a maid who couldn't see the light of day, not even daring to interject a single word.

Was it really because of her background?

Although she was the Saintess of the Wu Tribe, she was ultimately an outsider.

Chen Shanzhi was the dignified Heir of the Marquis of Zhenguo and would inherit the title of Marquis in the future. How could he possibly marry a Wu Tribe woman like her openly and honorably?

Furthermore, she had deliberately kept her distance from him in the academy during this time.

Not only had he not come to coax her, but he also showed no reaction to this distancing, as if he had forgotten her existence entirely!

Men really are all scumbags!

Once they get what they want, they stop treasuring it!

For a moment, Tang Xiaowu's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, and the more she thought, the more aggrieved she felt.

Her nose began to sting, and her vision was instantly blurred by a watery mist. Two crystalline tears welled up in her eyes, looking as though they were about to fall at any moment.

Just as Tang Xiaowu lowered her head, desperately trying to hold back her tears...

A pair of delicate, warm hands suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Tang Xiaowu's somewhat cold, small hands.

Tang Xiaowu was startled and subconsciously looked up.

Through her misty, tearful eyes, she met Murong Zhaoling's eyes—eyes that were full of heroic spirit yet incredibly sincere.

Tang Xiaowu was a bit dazed, her little head buzzing, completely failing to understand what was happening.

Was this high-and-mighty primary wife about to start giving her, the 'vixen,' a show of authority?

At that moment, a soft and dignified smile blossomed on Murong Zhaoling's face.

She held Tang Xiaowu's hand, her voice soft yet clear as it rang out in the hospital room:

“Xiaowu, although I am your teacher at Four Seas Academy...”

“...here, in front of Husband Chen, let's not follow the academy's conventions.”

“I am twenty-four this year, a few years older than you. If you don't mind, I'll take the liberty of calling you Little Sister Xiaowu from now on.”

Tang Xiaowu stared blankly at Murong Zhaoling, her mind a complete void. She could only nod her head stiffly like a puppet.

Seeing Tang Xiaowu nod, the smile at the corners of Murong Zhaoling's mouth deepened.

She gently patted the back of Tang Xiaowu's hand and continued to speak softly with a hint of apology in her tone:

“That's good.”

“Little Sister Xiaowu, in truth, on the day the academy opened when Husband Chen walked in holding your hand, I already knew about the relationship between you two.”

“Speaking of which, my actions this time were indeed a bit excessive. It seems as though I've used my position to bully you and snatch away your ideal husband.”

“But an imperial decree is hard to defy. The Emperor's word is law, and as a member of the Murong Family, I have no way to disobey.”

At this point, Murong Zhaoling suddenly tightened her grip on Tang Xiaowu's hand, her gaze extremely resolute:

“However, Little Sister Xiaowu, you can rest assured!”

“Although the title of primary wife has fallen on my head, I, Murong Zhaoling, am by no means a jealous or shrewish woman.”

“I will never stop you from being with Husband Chen.”

“After all, as the Heir of the Marquis of Zhenguo, it is only normal for Husband Chen to have three wives and four concubines.”

Murong Zhaoling generously pulled Tang Xiaowu directly to Chen Shanzhi's bedside.

Her voice was crisp and loud, as if she were making a promise in front of everyone:

“Once we both enter the Chen Family doors in the future, we will all be sisters!”

“Don't worry, Little Sister Xiaowu. I am not the type to put on the arrogant airs of a primary wife.”

“As long as I am around, I will never let you suffer the slightest grievance in the Chen Family after you join us!”

These words were powerful and showed immense magnanimity!

Beside them, Jiang Feiyu and Shen Lingfu were so shocked their jaws nearly hit the floor.

Was this still that decisive and ruthless Murong Family Genius from the battlefield?

She was practically an honor graduate of a 'Women's Virtue' class!

Tang Xiaowu was completely dumbfounded by Murong Zhaoling's heartfelt words.

As she listened, her head sank lower and lower. Her originally pale face instantly turned crimson, so red it looked like it might bleed.

What... what do you mean by joining the family?

What do you mean by everyone being sisters?

She... she hadn't even agreed to marry Chen Shanzhi yet!

How... how could this official fiancée start enthusiastically arranging her married life with Chen Shanzhi?

By now, Murong Zhaoling had already pulled Tang Xiaowu—who was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into—right in front of Chen Shanzhi.

She turned to Chen Shanzhi and naturally gave him a look, signaling him to strike while the iron was hot and say something to comfort the young girl.

Sitting on the hospital bed and witnessing this scene, Chen Shanzhi was also completely bewildered.

He stared blankly at Murong Zhaoling.

This fiancée who had fallen from the sky not only had a great figure and could fight, but she wasn't jealous of other women at all?

Moreover, even before getting married, she was so magnanimous that she was arranging concubines for him?

In Chen Shanzhi's mind, the image of Ouyang Wanqing's parting gaze—filled with intense Killing Intent and warning—flashed by.

Then he looked at Murong Zhaoling, who was holding another girl's hand and actively helping her husband expand his harem.

Chen Shanzhi felt absolutely ecstatic and couldn't help but roar wildly in his heart:

“Look at Murong Zhaoling! This is what you call a virtuous wife! This is a virtuous wife!”

Standing to the side, Jiang Feiyu and Shen Lingfu were staring in a daze.

They had originally come to watch the drama of a jealous battlefield, but who could have expected Murong Zhaoling to be so magnanimous?

Jiang Feiyu's eyes darted around as she calculated quickly in her mind.

This was definitely a great opportunity to infiltrate the enemy from within!

As long as she could visit the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion every day, wouldn't she have plenty of chances to get close to Chen Shanzhi?

But she absolutely couldn't let Murong Zhaoling see that she also coveted Chen Shanzhi's body!

If she were targeted by this primary wife, her future days would be miserable.

She had to find an impeccable excuse!

Jiang Feiyu suddenly raised her hand and stepped forward: “Um! Teacher Murong! I also want to visit the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion often!”

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was stunned.

Murong Zhaoling's originally soft gaze instantly became cold and sharp, and a hint of extremely dangerous Killing Intent locked directly onto Chen Shanzhi on the bed!

Cold sweat instantly broke out on Chen Shanzhi's back.

Seeing the situation turning sour, Jiang Feiyu quickly patted her slightly protruding chest and added loudly:

“Because... because the food in the Marquis Mansion is just too delicious!”

“I don't have any other hobbies; I just love good food. I definitely don't have any other intentions!”

Hearing this excuse, which fit Jiang Feiyu's foodie persona, the Killing Intent in Murong Zhaoling's eyes dissipated. She nodded, indicating it was no problem.

However, Chen Rou, who was standing nearby, gave Jiang Feiyu a meaningful glance.

This silly girl's guilty look just now—she wasn't craving the mansion's food; she was clearly craving her family's...

But Chen Rou saw through it without saying anything; she also had her own little selfish motive.

If Jiang Feiyu could use this as an excuse to come to the Marquis Mansion often, then even after Shan'er got married, wouldn't she, as his aunt, be able to see him every day under the guise of hosting guests?

At this moment, Shen Lingfu also noticed the way the wind was blowing.

This little 'green tea' with a pure face quickly hurried forward, naturally taking Murong Zhaoling's arm and saying coquettishly:

“Since Sister Murong let Feiyu go, then I also want to go to the Marquis Mansion to play with Feiyu.”

“Sister, you are so magnanimous, it should be fine, right?”

The corner of Murong Zhaoling's mouth twitched.

She turned her head and gave Chen Shanzhi on the bed an extremely fierce glare, spitting out three words through gritted teeth:

“NO! PROB! LEM!”