Simple-minded Tiger.

On the second day after his own wedding, he quietly invited a doctor over.

The neighbors were shocked.

’Wow! So fierce?’

’Oh my, the bride must be suffering!’

’Brother Tiger surely lives up to the name...’

Qin Huarong: "..."

Her face blushed as red as a ripe persimmon.

Her heart was filled with a mix of embarrassment and sweetness.

Embarrassment at how her husband could be so clueless, calling a doctor just because she was tired. How is she supposed to face anyone now?

Sweetness because of how much he cared for her, there’s hope for their future days.

A blend of surprise and joy, embarrassment and anger.

Isn’t life just a mix of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty?

...

Someone said:

The best love is when you adore me, and I admire you.

Tiger can’t read, and Qin Huarong isn’t much better.

They don’t understand profound philosophies.

But.

Tiger is a legitimate Imperial Officer, holding a significant position in the Ministry of War, known for wielding his large saber like a fierce storm.

He is her strongest and most courageous hero in her heart.

Qin Huarong, gentle and virtuous, with a touch of pride in her bones, knows a few characters and can write and do calculations.

At home, she is the Family Matriarch, gentle, virtuous, charming, and lovely.

Outside, she is the General’s Lady, graceful in her gestures, neither greedy nor clingy, maintaining her little pride, respected in her circle.

During the day, she is kind, courteous, and adept, managing both the drawing room and kitchen, keeping the front and back courts orderly.

At night, she is lively and playful, moving freely and intimately with her husband like swans.

He practices martial arts in the morning, wielding his large blade, while she watches with admiration, serving him tea and wiping sweat.

When he returns from the barracks at night, she heats up meals, makes the bed, washes his face and feet, massages his waist, and warms the bed.

Together, they work diligently, living a life full of joy and harmony, passionately bonded.

The neighbors watch, envious and inspired, no longer mocking.

Many Main Wives and young brides proactively befriended her, seeking advice on how to manage their husbands.

Qin Huarong, generous by nature, shared openly whenever asked.

Over time, her popularity grew, loved by the ladies of the Capital City’s noble circle.

Tiger’s career also flourished increasingly.

Firstly, having a virtuous wife brings prosperity to a husband.

Secondly, having support from Xia Tingfeng and Yang Chenyi ensures smooth progress; no one easily causes trouble, success builds on success, life becomes increasingly prosperous.

Those ready to mock gradually fell silent, their great marriage story spreading like legend.

Even the matchmaker who introduced them prospered, gaining reputation in the past two years.

More people sought her services for matchmaking.

After all, even such difficult matches facilitated by her hand turned out beautifully.

For ordinary families, it should be even easier.

In the second year of their marriage, Tiger and Qin Huarong had a chubby son.

Tiger was so delighted, he carried the son around several times, exclaiming.

"I have an heir now!"

"Not only have I avoided bachelorhood, but I also have progeny, hahaha... Heaven has smiled upon me!"

To let his deceased father, grandfather, and great-grandfather also share in the joy.

Tiger took a leave to return to Jiangnan, paying respects at his ancestors’ graves.

The Zheng family ancestors of eighteen generations were always destitute.

By the nineteenth generation reaching Zheng the Tiger, success finally arrived.

It’s as if the ancestral blessings surged forth like smoke from the graves.

If they were aware in the afterlife, they would surely be exceedingly moved, grateful and tearful.

In the third year of their marriage, Tiger had another son.

Soon after, in the fifth year, they had a pair of twins.

He held the two children, glancing left and right, feeling affection for both.

Qin Huarong gave a slap.

"Big Tiger, you should care for me the most! Me!!"

Right after her childbirth, he wasn’t giving any attention?

"Just focusing on the children, are you even noticing this wife?"

Tiger quickly put down the children, obediently standing by his wife.

"Reporting, I noticed!"

Qin Huarong felt satisfied.

"Now that’s better!"

Then she ordered.

"Big Tiger, I’m thirsty, fetch water!"

A cup of her favorite rose honey tea was handed over.

"Big Tiger, I’m hungry!"

A bowl of her favorite chicken noodle soup was fed to her.

"Big Tiger, I’m tired!"

The big guy effortlessly picked her up and gently laid her on the bed, both simple and bossy.

"If you’re tired, rest obediently! No moving!" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Qin Huarong’s beautiful face radiated with sweet smiles.

The young couple’s life, so sweet and delightful~

...

Time flows backward, returning to the winter of the Fourteenth Year of Jiayuan.

After the battle with Western Xia ended, the people of Great Chu were excited for the entire winter.

The entire Capital City was more prosperous than previous years.

Both in Jiangnan and Jiangbei, Southwest and Northwest were peaceful, people lived and worked joyfully.

Imperial Court officials and military generals were harmonious, the situation stable.

Zhao Junyao found this highly pleasing.

The nation’s prosperity ensured peace for the civilians.

The Emperor’s harem was also calm and tranquil.

Xia Ruqing finally sighed.

"Finally, no more living in apprehension!"

Her brother and Chenchen returned safely, allowing her peace of mind.

Only... When will Jingfeng return?

He’s been gone so long already; could it be... convinced into becoming Prince Consort of Portland Country?

That was said jokingly, yet she couldn’t hide the worry in her heart.

During the twelfth lunar month, after a snowstorm.

Xia Ruqing, draped in a snow-white fox fur, stood under a plum blossom tree in the courtyard, deeply worried.

Zhao Junyao, dressed in a black wolf fur cloak, strode in from outside.

"Qingqing?"

"Qingqing?"

Called her twice without any response.

Zhao Junyao had to walk up and gently tap her shoulder.

"What are you thinking so deeply about?"

Xia Ruqing was startled.

"Emperor!"

"Your footsteps are so quiet, scared me..."

Zhao Junyao was helpless.

"I already called you twice!"

"What were you blanking out about?"

Outside was too cold, Zhao Junyao took her hand, leading her back inside.

Indoor, the Ground Dragon kept the room warm.

Palace Attendants came up to help take off cloaks and change shoes.

The two sat on the kang beside the fireplace.

"Now tell me, what’s going on?"

Zhao Junyao sipped some tea, asking casually.

Xia Ruqing was a bit impatient.

"Emperor, when are Jingfeng and the others returning?!"

Zhao Junyao nearly sprayed his tea.

"What timing!"

Xia Ruqing hurriedly offered a handkerchief.

"What timing, is there news?"

Zhao Junyao nodded.

"Seventh Brother received news this morning, saying they’re on the way, back before the year end!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ruqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"That’s good!"

"So long without news, I thought..." something happened.

Jingfeng with his stubborn temper.

Won’t return if he can’t accomplish things.

If he insists on staying there for three to five years, what then?!

He’s that brother of mine!