At dawn the next morning, the first light of day barely slipped through the window lattice.
A decree of the Emperor arrived like a thunderbolt, exploding right at the gates of the Second Prince’s residence.
Wang Dehai, with his signature exaggerated orchid-finger pose and a polished fake smile, stood at the front. Behind him stretched a dense crowd and a long line of carriages.
Two hundred beauties, carefully “selected” from the Kingdom of Tingxia, each graceful and stunning.
A hundred dried bull whips, each tied with red silk bows, stacked into a small mountain.
And several carts of fresh green chives—so tender they looked like they could drip water.
“Second Prince, receive the decree—”
Wang Dehai drew out his voice, sharp and piercing, slicing through the morning calm.
“His Majesty, concerned for Your Highness’s depleted health, bestows two hundred beauties, one hundred bull whips, and fresh chives in abundance. May Your Highness work diligently, and restore the royal bloodline as soon as possible!”
Thud.
呼延·阿古拉 suddenly went weak at the knees and collapsed straight onto the cold stone steps at the entrance.
His eyes went blank as he stared at the “tonics” piled like a mountain.
This wasn’t a reward.
It was a death warrant personally delivered by the King of Hell.
“No… no…”
A thin, mosquito-like whimper crawled out of his throat.
“I already have ten of them… I really can’t take any more…”
But fate had already tightened the noose around his neck.
Among the group of beauties, one figure stepped forward.
A face that had haunted him in nightmares for over a decade suddenly crashed into his vision without warning.
Ba Shi wore a delicate pink dress that clashed violently with his tall, sturdy build. In his hand was a freshly bought kitchen knife from the capital market, still gleaming coldly.
Those sorrow-filled eyes locked tightly onto 呼延·阿古拉 like hooks.
“Ahgula…”
“My dear brother…”
Ba Shi’s voice was sticky and sweet, sending chills down the spine.
“Why are you running? I even wore a dress for you. Don’t you feel even a little touched?”
All the hair on 阿古拉’s body stood on end.
Touched?
He just wanted to die on the spot.
“Ghost!!”
He screamed like a non-human being and scrambled backward toward the inner courtyard.
Only one thought remained in his mind: run!
He didn’t even care about the broken ceramic shards embedded on the wall. He climbed like a monkey, scrambling up in panic.
“Trying to run?”
Ba Shi let out a cold laugh.
He casually tucked the kitchen knife behind his waist, then flicked his wrist.
A long whip—unknown when it had been wrapped around his waist—shot out like a venomous snake, piercing the air in an instant and wrapping around 阿古拉’s ankle.
“Get down!”
“AHHH—help! Murder! He’s trying to kill his husband!”
In an instant, the Second Prince’s residence turned into chaos.
The two hundred new beauties stood frozen, completely stunned by the spectacle.
One of them whispered:
“Is… this the Great Xia welcome ceremony? How… energetic.”
Meanwhile, in the back garden of the 镇北王府, the atmosphere was entirely different.
Feng Zexuan sat in the pavilion with a teacup, leisurely observing two handsome young men opposite her.
The Qiao brothers sat upright, their faces slightly flushed, carrying a mix of scholarly refinement and martial spirit.
【System! Zoom in! I want HD close-ups!】
Feng Zexuan urged inwardly.
【Roger, host! Exclusive paid livestream channel “Second Prince Residence: Husband War Edition” activated!】
On the system screen, Ba Shi was just about to drag 阿古拉 into the rockery for a “private reunion.”
At that moment—
BEEP—
A sharp whistle pierced the air.
The back gate of the courtyard slammed open.
The Third Aunt of Minister Wang charged in first, holding a feather duster like a weapon. Behind her followed nine similarly armed women.
They carried washboards, rolling pins, and even a detached table leg still fitted with mortise-and-tenon joints.
Eyes blazing, the Third Aunt pointed at Ba Shi:
“Where did this wild vixen come from!”
“This land was cultivated by us sisters with blood, sweat, and effort—how dare you try to harvest it?!”
Ba Shi froze, then flew into a rage.
“I am his childhood sweetheart! I am his lawful wife!”
A concubine of General Li sneered and slammed her washboard onto the ground with a loud clang.
“I spit on you!”
“No three媒六聘, no marriage contract—how dare you call yourself a wife?”
She raised her arm:
“Sisters! This woman wants to steal our long-term meal ticket! Do we agree?!”
“NO!!!”
Nine voices roared in unison.
“BEAT HER!!”
In an instant, feather dusters flew, rolling pins swept across the air, and table legs whistled like weapons.
Curses, screams, and whip cracks blended into a chaotic symphony.
【They’re fighting! They’re actually fighting!】
Feng Zexuan’s eyes lit up.
【Oh wow! That Third Aunt’s ‘White Crane Spreads Wings’ is decent, but her stance is a bit weak! Ba Shi’s ‘Monkey Steals Peach’ is way too dirty! This is intense!】
On the corner of the system screen, Ulan sat on the roof of the Second Prince’s residence, legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds stolen from the imperial banquet.
“Left side! Use your waist! Yes, hit his face!”
“Oh! He dodged! Nice move!”
Feng Zexuan calmly set down her teacup, a satisfied smile on her face.
Then she turned to the Qiao brothers, who were sitting a bit stiffly under her gaze.
“In Yanmen Pass, you two have worked hard.”
She raised her cup.
The Qiao brothers hurriedly stood and returned the toast, holding their cups even lower than hers.
“Your Highness, you honor us!”
“The chance to serve Your Highness and bring peace to Yanmen Pass is our greatest honor!”
The elder brother spoke earnestly, while the younger nodded repeatedly, eyes full of admiration.
“Seeing households with food, seeing children smiling when they dug up potatoes… we feel more fulfilled than anything.”
Feng Zexuan poured them more wine.
“Everyone in Yanmen Pass has received the potatoes?”
The elder brother’s eyes reddened instantly.
“They have! Your Highness, every household received them! They all say this is a divine gift from you—life-saving food!”
Feng Zexuan smiled.
That smile was bright enough to make the whole pavilion feel alive.
She lifted her cup and gently clinked it with theirs.
“Feeding Yanmen Pass alone is not enough.”
Her gaze turned firm and clear.
“I plan to hold a ‘Potato Banquet’ in the capital and invite His Majesty and all the court officials to attend.”
“When the time comes, I will need you two to tell the story of the potatoes—before the entire court.”
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