Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

"Yuan~! We’re over here!" A young girl’s voice, sweet and a little coy, called out from a corner of the Post House’s first-floor lobby.

On the second-floor corridor, Lu Yuan, with one arm around his wife, looked toward the source of the voice.

He saw a young girl dressed in a long mink coat, sitting in the corner with a heavy hat covering her face, making it impossible to see who she was.

She exuded an air of mystery. From her attire and the sweet tone of her voice, one could tell she was a young lady from a wealthy family.

While others might not know who she was, to Lu Yuan, it couldn’t have been more obvious.

The person sitting in the corner of the first-floor lobby was none other than the reigning Thirteenth Princess, Gu Ziye.

Two Personal Guards sat beside Gu Ziye.

She was seemingly trying to be low-key, but in reality, she was anything but, looking completely out of place in her surroundings.

Lu Yuan grinned at his wife and said, "Well, look at that. The little rascal was right here, and we didn’t even notice."

Lu Yuan was also puzzled. His own confidants and Mansion Guards were responsible for security around the Post House, so how had they failed to notice Gu Ziye’s arrival?

But Gu Ziye was an old hand at climbing walls; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to sneak out of the Imperial Capital so often.

For Gu Ziye, practice had made perfect. It wasn’t hard for her to avoid others and slip in unnoticed.

Or perhaps Lu Yuan’s confidants and Mansion Guards had judged the three of them to be non-threatening and decided not to disturb them, especially since this was a Post House and the Shopkeeper had a business to run.

Gu Ziye, wrapped in her long mink coat, stood up. The coat fell past her knees, making her look like a "little potato."

Once on her feet, she headed for the second floor, her short legs scrambling quickly.

Soon, Gu Ziye arrived in front of Lu Yuan and Su Liyan.

"Yuan~! Sister, this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go inside first," she said, her voice laced with a hint of apprehension.

This was the first time Gu Ziye had changed how she addressed her. Before, she had always called her "Liyan," but now she was calling her "Sister."

It was clear Gu Ziye already saw herself as Lu Yuan’s little wifey.

Hearing Gu Ziye’s words, both Lu Yuan and Su Liyan were taken aback.

Su Liyan reacted faster. She let go of Lu Yuan’s arm and took Gu Ziye’s small hand, saying, "Sister, let’s go. We can talk inside."

Su Liyan pulled Gu Ziye into the room.

Leaving Lu Yuan standing there in a daze. ’Haven’t they been apart for a long time? How come they’re acting closer than anyone the moment they meet?’

Su Liyan looked back at Lu Yuan outside the door and said, "Dear, what are you standing there in a daze for? Hurry up and come in, and close the door!"

"Oh!" Lu Yuan scratched his head and entered the room.

’Hmm, not bad. The Shopkeeper changed the bed,’ Lu Yuan thought, glancing at the new wooden bed in the room.

Gu Ziye took off her big hat, giggling and revealing two small canine teeth, looking dainty and playful.

"Sister, it’s been so long! I didn’t even know when you arrived in the Imperial City," Gu Ziye said, making small talk.

Su Liyan held Gu Ziye’s hand, pulled her down to sit, and said, "We just arrived yesterday. I was so restless in Taiping City, worried about my dear, so I came."

"Yuan~ has been here for quite a while. It’s no wonder you were worried, Sister," Gu Ziye replied.

Gu Ziye glanced at the standing Lu Yuan and said, "Sister, our matter... I assume Yuan~ has told you everything, right?"

Lu Yuan stood for a moment, feeling a bit like a third wheel. He grabbed a chair for himself and sat down to the side of the two women.

The relationship between Su Liyan and Gu Ziye was a bit delicate at the moment. It was the first conversation between the primary wife and the concubine who had yet to officially join the family.

Normally, the primary wife was supposed to vet and select concubines for her husband. For instance, the two concubines, Zhao Qiao’Er and Song Meiqin, had both first received Su Liyan’s approval; Su Liyan had even been the one to set them up with Lu Yuan.

In the Divine Ling Empire, any capable man would have concubines to serve him. Otherwise, people would gossip behind his back that his primary wife wasn’t providing for her husband.

Of course, incompetent men were a bit pitiful. They might not even be able to find a wife and would have to pay a matchmaker to set something up, and even then, it all depended on whether the woman found him acceptable.

Some women would rather marry into a wealthy family as a concubine than be the wife of an incompetent man. That was just reality.

When Lu Yuan first transmigrated, it was a matchmaker who had introduced him to Su Liyan.

The professional skills of matchmakers varied greatly. Matchmakers from the Central Plains Region, for example, were renowned throughout the Divine Ling Empire for their "professionalism"!

The current situation, however, was a bit special. Gu Ziye’s marriage to Lu Yuan was already a done deal.

Gu Ziye was worrying inwardly, afraid that Su Liyan wouldn’t accept her, but this concern was quickly dispelled.

Su Liyan was very magnanimous. Looking out for her dear’s interests, her philosophy was that as long as his body could handle it, it was a case of "the more, the merrier," just like Han Xin mustering his troops.

However, Lu Yuan didn’t actually want a whole troupe of wives and concubines. Too many would be chaotic and exhausting. A number that wasn’t too big or too small, where everyone could live together happily, was just right.

Besides, the quality of Lu Yuan’s women was already top-notch. Shouldn’t he be content?

Su Liyan and Gu Ziye chatted for a long time, talking about everything under the sun. They barely paid any attention to Lu Yuan, who felt like a complete third wheel off to the side.

Bored, Lu Yuan had a confidant find him a few sections of bamboo. Without using any tools, he broke the bamboo into tile-sized pieces, seared their surfaces with a Flame, and removed all the splinters.

Lu Yuan busied himself, carving "One Crak," "Four Dots," "Six Bam," and so on onto the pieces.

That’s right, what Lu Yuan was making was "Bamboo Bone Mahjong."

If Lu Yuan remembered correctly, the earliest forms of mahjong could be traced back three or four thousand years and had been continuously refined over the ages.