Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 17 - Who Cuckolded Whom?

In ancient times, a woman's chastity was extremely important. Even before the birth of the Neo-Confucianism of Cheng-Zhu, one could only say that the constraints on women were fewer and not so strict. It was permissible for women to remarry after divorce or widowhood, and this was even supported by the state, as it could increase the population. But one cannot say that chastity was not valued.

The white silk cloth spread on the bed was used to receive the bride's proof of virginity. On the second day, it even had to be taken to be inspected by the matriarch of the house, and then properly stored.

If there was no proof of virginity, she would be considered impure, and it was even possible for the husband to divorce her on the spot.

Of course, Song Yan knew that this 'proof of virginity' was not something every woman had. Some women were just born without it... In short, having no proof of virginity didn't mean the woman had already lost her virginity, but if there was proof of virginity, the woman was definitely a virgin.

After all, this era didn't have that kind of technology yet.

Therefore, this was absolutely impossible.

Although the room was dark, the silhouette was one and the same as the woman in the cave, and she was also wearing a veil. Therefore, he had subconsciously assumed that the woman was the white-robed woman from the cave.

But that white-robed woman had already lost her virginity to him. How could she leave behind the proof of virginity?

He grabbed his hair with both hands in frustration. His brain wasn't working properly.

Were the women from the two times not the same person?

Who exactly was that white-robed woman?

And who was the person who broke into the bridal chamber?

Why did she break into my room and do that kind of thing with me?

What's so special about me? Why are so many people lusting after my body?

He couldn't figure it out at all. The frustrated Song Yan even pulled out a few strands of hair. He didn't know how much time had passed, but Song Yan let out a heavy breath. He had one good quality, which was that if he couldn't figure something out, he would temporarily stop thinking about it. The truth would eventually come to light one day.

Right now, he just wanted to feel the cold wind and clear his head.

Unfortunately, even such a simple wish couldn't be fulfilled. After walking out of the bedroom and feeling the wind, his head hurt even more. His stomach was churning, as if the nearly one hundred cups of yellow wine he had drunk before were all acting up at this time, burning like fire.

Even his consciousness was affected, becoming hazy.

He forgot where he was, thinking it was like his previous life, where even at night, he could still wander the streets.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Song Yan saw a pavilion.

Inside the pavilion were a few stone benches and a stone table.

A middle-aged man with a square face sat quietly on one side of the stone table, holding a wine cup and sipping slowly. An old servant attended to him by his side.

The cool wind was gentle, the bright moon shone, exuding a certain air of dignity.

Not wanting to disturb the other's mood, he had originally planned to walk around, but just then, the middle-aged man also saw Song Yan and waved at him with a smile.

An invitation from an elder cannot be refused.

Arriving closer, Song Yan performed a deep bow to the middle-aged man as a form of greeting.

The middle-aged man gestured for Song Yan to sit, then carefully sized him up and down. After a long while, he finally retracted his gaze and nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Although he was young and still had a childish air, he had a handsome appearance. Once the childishness faded, he would surely be dignified in appearance, handsome and spirited... only slightly inferior to myself.

Perhaps because he had suffered abuse in the Duke's mansion, his frame appeared a bit thin and frail. But this wasn't a problem; he would be fine after recuperating in the Luo family for a while.

And with those medical skills, he was worthy of Tianxuan.

As for his status as a concubine's son... The women of the Luo family do not need to care about such things.

Just as this middle-aged man was sizing up Song Yan, Song Yan was also sizing him up. His pair of eyes held a natural authority. Especially when he was being scrutinized, even while drunk, he could still feel an immense pressure.

Only a person who has long been in a high position could possibly have such an air.

It's just that the features around his brows bore some resemblance to the three brothers, Luo Tianshu, Luo Tianquan, and Luo Tianyang.

At that time, when Song Hongtao had sought him out at night, he had already felt a little suspicious in his heart. Now, seeing this man, everything was confirmed.

The man before me should be the real father-in-law who put several green hats on my nominal father-in-law...

A bit of a mouthful.

To put it bluntly, that beheaded Prince Consort Wang held the title of the Grand Princess's husband.

But the middle-aged man in front of me was the one who actually had children with Luo Yuheng.

So, who exactly cuckolded whom?

This is a philosophical question.

Muttering in his heart, he found it somewhat amusing. They always say the imperial family is the most corrupt place in the world. The ancients truly did not deceive me. Even the seemingly graceful, noble, and beautiful Luo Yuheng was like this. It's not hard to imagine what the other members of the imperial family are like.

Of course, whether his mother-in-law had pretty-boy lovers or not had nothing to do with him. Song Yan only knew that Luo Yuheng treated him well, and that was enough.

He sized up the middle-aged man opposite him, as if wanting to see what was so special about this man to have earned the favor of a beauty like Luo Yuheng. After looking for a while, he curled his lip with slight disdain. His looks were a bit lacking. Although his square face was neat, it was far inferior to his own.

If he were sober, Song Yan definitely wouldn't be like this. Even if this middle-aged man's identity couldn't see the light of day, he would most likely be cautious, meticulous, and extremely respectful, leaving no room for fault.

But now he was drunk, the completely hammered kind of drunk.

Let alone just being Luo Yuheng's secret lover, so what if he were the emperor? From the time the King of Chu proclaimed himself emperor until now, a thousand years, although there haven't been many emperors, there have been a hundred or so. But he is the only transmigrator.

Probably.

In terms of rarity, the emperor is a Purple Epic, while he is a Golden Legendary.

In short, he is much more valuable than the emperor.

He was too drunk. Song Yan probably didn't even know what he was thinking anymore. He just felt a little smug and let out a giggle.

Lu Xun once said, "Alcohol emboldens the coward." Brother Xun didn't lie to us.

Song Yan's scrutinizing gaze could be said to be rather insolent. The old servant beside him had wanted to open his mouth to reprimand him more than once, but was stopped each time by the middle-aged man.

He looked at Song Yan with considerable interest. After all, in all these years, it was the first time someone had dared to be so insolent in front of him. Even those who tried to control him, no matter what they thought in their hearts, would not let anyone find the slightest fault with them on the surface.

"Care for a drink?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile. Although it was a question, he didn't wait for Song Yan's answer and went ahead and picked up another wine cup, personally pouring a cup.

The old servant at the side, his eyes had already widened, as if finding this somewhat incredible.

The ancients were also interesting. They were clearly drinking wine, yet they insisted on saying 'eating wine'... Perhaps it was because they didn't have distillation technology at this time, so the brewed wine contained a lot of grain residue.

When a person is drunk, it's very easy to get thirsty, just like the current Song Yan. He only felt a burning discomfort in his throat. And although he had married into the Luo family, and being a live-in son-in-law was somewhat shameful, the man opposite him was just Luo Yuheng's secret lover, without even a proper title. He couldn't show his face in public and could only hide in the back residence. In comparison, he was even worse off than him. A pitiful man indeed.

This kind of person is very sensitive. If I don't drink this cup of wine, will he think that I look down on him?

At the very least, he's my father-in-law. I can't not give him this bit of face.

Thinking this, Song Yan picked up the wine cup and drank it in one gulp. This wine was clearly different from the yellow wine at the banquet in the afternoon. The liquid was clear and crisp, and it actually had a bit of a fiery kick upon entering his mouth. He estimated it was probably over twenty percent alcohol. Although it couldn't compare to the high-proof white spirits of later generations, in this era, it should be considered a rare, fine wine.

A cup of wine entered his mouth, and his stomach felt warm, as if a stream of heat rushed up his esophagus straight to his head. With a pa, he put down the wine cup:

"Good wine."

The smile on the middle-aged man's lips deepened. He poured another cup: "Good young man, quite straightforward."

After several cups of wine in a row, Song Yan's eyes had become hazy.

Caressing the wine pot in front of him, the middle-aged man's eyes were fixed dead on Song Yan, who was almost about to collapse onto the table. Seeing that Song Yan was really completely drunk, he finally spoke slowly:

"Kid, now that you have married into the Luo family, in the future, it's not impossible for Luo Yuheng to regain her status as Grand Princess. Luo Tianxuan would then be a Commandery Princess, and you would be the Commandery Prince Consort. How does that feel?"

His long eyelashes trembled slightly. Ripples appeared in the wine cup in his hand. After what seemed like a breath, Song Yan let out a drunken burp. With sleepy, drunken eyes, he gave a disdainful smile:

"As the saying goes, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles; traveling ten thousand miles is not as good as latching onto a noblewoman."

"Now that I have latched onto a noblewoman, I can probably live without worrying about food or clothing for the rest of my life."

"It's pretty good.”