My Silly, Sweet Wife

Murong ignored Ye Guichen’s coldness and sat down beside him.

Sometime unknown, a round moon appeared on the horizon.

Many people had fallen asleep.

A few were whispering.

Murong didn’t make a sound either, just sitting quietly.

The two figures, bathed in the moonlight, had a unique charm.

Murong inexplicably felt an immense inner peace, a strange thought blossoming in his heart.

If this moment could last forever, how wonderful that would be.

Murong let out a soft sigh, stiffly turned his head, and looked at Ye Guichen’s profile.

With the moonlight, that face appeared delicate and refined, yet sharply defined.

The more he looked, the more Murong found himself captivated.

Ye Guichen seemed to have fallen into his own world, motionless, but a rolling aura surged from him, clearly in the midst of training.

Murong, resting his chin on his hand, grew bolder, seeing the slight sweat beads forming on Ye Guichen’s nose, couldn’t resist extending his hand to gently flick them away.

But before touching Ye Guichen’s nose tip, Ye Guichen’s voice suddenly rang out: ”Do I look good?”

Murong, startled as if electrocuted, quickly withdrew his hand, heart pounding like a deer: ”Wha-what did you say? Who’s looking at you!”

That shy demeanor seemed to desire to show his most fragile side before his beloved, to express boundless affection.

Ye Guichen opened his eyes and turned to look at Murong: ”I never expected the grand Miss Mu to have such a bashful side; I always thought the Miss Mu held everyone in contempt.”

Murong pouted, as if realizing the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous, stood up intending to walk away, but suddenly seemed to think of something, turned abruptly to stare at Ye Guichen: ”Mu Family? What Mu Family?”

”Haha, the one Boss Mo calls uncle and with the character of a spoiled young lady whom even Wang Ying, the daughter of the Jinling Prince Mansion, willingly calls elder sister, I can’t think of another Mu Family in the vast Hua Country.” Ye Guichen chuckled dryly, blinking twice at Murong: ”Murong, has no one told you? You’re really bad at pretending, that spoiled young lady persona is just a show for others, why tire yourself out?”

”You, you! What are you talking about, I don’t understand!” Murong’s gaze shifted, cheeks reddening.

Luckily under the moonlight, no one noticed Murong’s blushing face.

Ye Guichen chuckled but didn’t press further: ”Actually, this time I really didn’t want you to come along. Although you have high martial talent, even surpassing Wang Ying, your combat experience is too lacking. If real danger comes, you will be the first to panic.”

”From the bottom of my heart, I didn’t want to bring you here, but I know if I left you behind, you’d surely raise a storm and throw a tantrum, so I had to pretend not to know anything. However, moving forward, I only wish you’d listen to me, don’t act recklessly; I don’t want you to die here, or else after returning, your grandpa would annoy me to death.”

Now it was Murong’s turn to be shocked.

She looked at Ye Guichen incredulously, then burst into laughter, shaking her head: ”Stop boasting. Do you know my grandpa? Haha, how could it be!”

Ye Guichen sighed, not explaining: ”If I told you that when I was thirteen, your grandpa insisted on calling me brother, you definitely wouldn’t believe it.”

”Pfft!” Murong couldn’t help but laugh, casting a sidelong glance at Ye Guichen: ”Ye Guichen, I thought you got lucky somehow to be favored by Uncle Mo, but now it seems it’s not due to your merits, but your mouth. My grandpa calling you brother? Hah, you’re really good at praising yourself. Your boasting isn’t even serious.”

Ye Guichen shook his head: ”Believe it or not.”

”Hmph, of course I wouldn’t believe it. If you were calling my grandpa brother, then what about us...?” Saying this, Murong suddenly sensed the ambiguity in her words and hastily explained: ”Don’t misunderstand, I just meant you’re taking advantage.”

Ye Guichen smiled: ”Alright, get some sleep; there might be more dangers ahead.”

His thoughts, however, inexplicably drifted to ten years ago.

Back then, Ye Guichen was indeed only thirteen.

But whether in martial or medicinal arts, he had already begun to shine.

Murong’s grandpa, also known as Lord Lian Junshen’s revered old man, had a keen interest in poisons.

Old Mu, self-proclaimed Chief Poison Master of the Corps.

Upon learning that Ye Guichen’s master Li Fengxian had a passion for poisons, he sought out Wanfoshan, finding the secluded abode of Li Fengxian and Ye Guichen, insisting on a poison-competition with Li Fengxian.

Unfortunately, Li Fengxian was nowhere to be found, leaving Ye Guichen in the cottage on the mountain.

Murong’s grandpa, stubborn as a mule, declared he wouldn’t leave until Li Fengxian returned.

This wait lasted several days.

Seeing the persistent old man, Ye Guichen had no choice but to suggest that he compete with Old Mu.

Old Mu, initially dismissive of a thirteen-year-old, refused, saying it wouldn’t be honorable and he wouldn’t bully a child, refusing to compete but eventually no longer able to stand the boredom, agreed.

In the end, Old Mu nearly lost everything.

Old Mu was horrified to find that he, the so-called top poison master of the Corps, couldn’t even defeat a thirteen-year-old, losing utterly.

Though defeated, Old Mu wouldn’t admit it, claiming a draw, and insisted on a brotherhood bond with Ye Guichen, vowing to live and die together, scaring Ye Guichen into hiding in the deep mountains for several days.

Ye Guichen wasn’t stupid; there was no way he’d vow to die together with an old man.

Fortunately, after a few days, Old Mu seemed to realize he couldn’t rival Li Fengxian and left.

Before leaving, Old Mu left a note promising his granddaughter to Ye Guichen upon reaching adulthood.

Ye Guichen didn’t take it seriously, considering it a joke, never expecting to meet Murong near ten years later.

Back then, Old Mu had a prominent status within the Corps, likely even higher now.

Naturally, Ye Guichen wouldn’t share these thoughts with Murong, feeling the world small and connections inevitable.

Seeing Ye Guichen raise his head to the moon, ignoring him, Murong snorted, stood up, walked to the other side, sat beside Wang Ying, and began meditating.

The night proceeded unusually smoothly.

Perhaps due to the deterrent power of the giant shark or Caesar’s men finding no opportunity to strike.

In any case, everyone remained safe till sunrise.