Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 16

This was a different kind of night.

Some people were sleeping soundly like pigs, such as that Luo Tianyang.

Some people sat quietly in their rooms, it was unknown what they were pondering, for example, Luo Yuheng.

There were also people who were enduring inhuman torture. These were the three old servant women who had entered the Luo family with Song Yan. Their clothes were already stained with scarlet red. But being in the cellar, even their screams would go unheard.

And there was someone who was not sleepy at all, sitting quietly in a pavilion. In front of him was a pot of wine and a few red eggs. His eyes held a trace of loneliness, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

That was a middle-aged man with a noble temperament.

He had not appeared at the wedding scene, but had stayed quietly alone in a backyard pavilion. Even though the night was deep, he still had not rested.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached. The middle-aged man finally retracted his gaze and looked up. It was an old man of sixty or seventy.

"How are things?" the middle-aged man asked.

"The Young Master-in-law gave Daoist Priestess Yushuang another new medicine. After Miss Tianxuan took it, her coughing quickly stopped. She will probably be able to have a good night's sleep tonight." The old man spoke, his voice hoarse, like scraping metal, truly unpleasant to hear.

The middle-aged man nodded with considerable gratification:

"That kid has some miraculous qualities. I don't know where he gets his medicines from. They look strange and bizarre, but their effects are excellent."

"That Song Hongtao truly has eyes but can't see. With these medical skills alone, if he had treated this kid just a little better, the Song family might well have been able to rise another level by relying on this so-called concubine's son."

In this era where medical skills were not well-developed, the value of a divine physician was immeasurable. It can be said without exaggeration that Song Yan alone could build a huge network of connections for the Song family. Take that Divine Physician Sun Shuji for example; wherever he appeared, even if he only stayed for a short while, the number of visitors who came to pay their respects was endless.

But this world is just like that. Some people discard something like grass, while others treasure it as a jewel.

Such is time, such is fate!

The old man chuckled lightly, paused for a moment, and then said again:

"There's also... the Young Master-in-law, he killed someone."

"Oh? Who did he kill?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows.

"Yang Guifang. Probably the person Song Hongtao arranged to be by the Young Master-in-law's side."

The middle-aged man smiled: "He probably guessed something. This is him showing his stance to the Luo family. Interesting. Decisive and clean. It's just that seeing blood on his wedding night, isn't he afraid of bad luck?"

The old servant shook his head: "He's still too young, a bit too impetuous."

"If he weren't impetuous, could he still be called a young man?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said:

"In some matters, the greatest taboo is to be hesitant and indecisive, afraid of everything, yet wanting everything. This kind of person often ends up with nothing."

"Since a decision has already been made, then one shouldn't look back. Go all out and fight for it. If you win, glory and riches; even if you lose, it won't have been a wasted trip to this world."

"This kid, although young, is more clear-sighted in this regard than many old foxes.”

"What's more, that Yang Guifang had once humiliated his birth mother. For him to avenge his mother—with the word 'filial piety' out in the open, who can say anything? Killing Yang Guifang, while it may seem impulsive and reckless, was actually a well-thought-out decision."

"Tianshu, Tianquan, if they had this kind of temperament, I could also rest easy."

...

The beautiful woman by his side was already gone.

Only her fragrance remained, lingering at the tip of his nose.

A few strands of black hair were left on the pillow. The night wind blew in from the window, stirring the strands of hair to fall on his face, making it itch.

The heavy feeling of drunkenness made Song Yan drowsy, but the internal force generated by the mingling of yin and yang kept him wide awake. Instead, his whole body felt extremely hot.

Perhaps because this white-robed immortal's martial arts were not weak and her internal force was very strong, the progress from cultivating the ‘Hundred Treasures Compendium’ was much greater than the time with Gu Banxia. The internal force in his body was much more vigorous than before, having multiplied several times over at once.

It's just that Song Yan's own internal breath was too weak to begin with. Even after multiplying several times, in the eyes of a true martial arts master, he was most likely just a rookie.

Song Yan was not discouraged by this situation. He had only just started practicing martial arts a few days ago. How could he compare to others' years, decades of hard training?

What's more, although Song Yan envied the masters in martial arts novels—who could fly over eaves and run on walls, split steles and crack stones, and take a person's head from within an army of ten thousand—he also understood that all of that was nonsense.

Taking a person's head from within an army of ten thousand was not absolutely impossible, but it required meticulous planning and countless coincidences to achieve.

A true martial artist would absolutely try to avoid conflict with an army. Their powerful martial strength, when faced with military formations and powerful crossbows, was nothing much.

Therefore, the goal Song Yan set for himself was very low. He didn't need to become the number one under heaven. As long as he had a certain ability to protect himself, so that not just anyone who jumped out could crush him to death, he would be satisfied.

Since he couldn't sleep, he might as well get up and walk around. Thinking this, Song Yan got up from the bed and subconsciously pressed his right hand on his waist. There was a faint, dull ache.

He glanced out the window. It was currently midnight.

By his calculations, their round of pleasure had lasted for several hours... Could these Golden Kidneys be fake?

Every time he indulged with this white-robed immortal, his kidneys couldn't quite take it.

In his heart, he became more and more curious about the identity of that white-robed woman. To be able to come and go freely in the Luo Mansion without being detected at all, was it because that woman's strength was too great? Or was it that the woman was someone from within the Luo Mansion?

In Song Yan's view, the latter possibility seemed greater.

But why did she have to appear on his wedding night with Luo Tianxuan?

Was it Luo Tianyi, who had performed the ceremony with him?

Was it the bride he had never met, Luo Tianxuan?

Was it Gu Banxia?

One by one, the figures flashed through Song Yan's mind. Even the Daoist Priestess Yushuang whom he had just met, and even Luo Yuheng's figure, flashed through his mind.

But from beginning to end, he couldn't determine who this white-robed woman was. However, Gu Banxia and Luo Yuheng could be ruled out, because those two were really big, not on the same level as the white-robed woman.

He looked down at the messy clothes on the floor. Many had been torn into strips of cloth. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. That woman was truly a bit violent.

Although there was a period of time where he had turned the tables and taken control, it still felt as if he had been the one who was forced.

He likes the woman-on-top position, but he doesn't like being forced. This was a major issue related to his dignity.

Fortunately, the Luo family had prepared many clothes for him, so he wasn't left naked. He found a set of long robes to change into, and also cleaned up the things on the floor. Only then did Song Yan stretch his back forcefully. In his daze, he turned his head for a look. This glance was casual, but it instantly sobered Song Yan up by more than half.

His throat moved subconsciously. His gaze was fixed dead on the bed, and he only felt his throat was completely dry. After a few seconds, his body stiff, he walked towards the side of the bed step by step.

Right there on the bed was a white silk cloth.

Dots of scarlet red, like plum blossoms in bloom.

That was... the proof of virginity?