Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Just as Lu Yuan was basking in the warm, happy atmosphere of his family.

A Mansion Guard, his back ramrod straight, walked to Lu Yuan’s side, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice,

"My lord, a general from the Imperial City has arrived. He is waiting outside the mansion!"

Lu Yuan’s brow tightened. ’What terrible timing!’

Lu Yuan turned, left the room, and walked to the mansion’s main gate, stopping at the top of the steps.

Lu Yuan looked down at the general mounted on his warhorse and asked,

"And who are you?"

His tone was laced with skepticism and displeasure.

Just as the general was about to speak, Lu Yuan held up a hand to stop him, his voice carrying an oppressive weight. "Dismount and speak."

The mounted general coughed awkwardly. Grinding his molars with a CRUNCH, he swung himself off his horse and strode forward.

He cupped his fist toward Lu Yuan and announced, "Prince Consort, I am Lan Tai, Commander of the Mansion Guard. I have been dispatched by the Ministry of War to temporarily guard Taiping City."

Lu Yuan descended the steps and came to stand before Lan Tai. He feigned helping the man up by his hands and asked, "Guard? Taiping City? Orders from the Ministry of War?"

Commander Lan Tai replied, "That is correct!"

"What a coincidence! If you’d come any later, the day lilies would have already gone cold!"

Lu Yuan then turned his back on Lan Tai and continued, "Or perhaps you have ulterior motives?"

Lu Yuan was being blunt, not bothering to hide his suspicions.

"I do not understand what you mean, Prince Consort!" Lan Tai replied, his tone neither servile nor insolent.

’Back during the martial tournament for the princess’s hand at the Imperial City’s Training Ground, I had crossed swords with Lan Ying, the eldest adopted son of Lan Yu.

At that time, Lan Tai had been one of the four generals standing on either side of the command tent, which suggested he held a high rank among the adopted sons of Marquis Yongchang, Lan Yu.

I know perfectly well what’s going on. Guarding the city? It’s all just an excuse.

If the Lu Mansion had failed to fend off the masked assailants tonight, this Lan Tai would have likely led the Government Army Guard to ’cleanse’ the mansion, pinning the blame on the attackers.

These masked assailants had already killed the Sixth Son of King Lu and had even pursued Gu Gaoxu, the second son of King Yan, all the way to Taiping City.

Is there anything these people wouldn’t do?

They must have a powerful faction backing them.

And this Lan Tai... he’s probably no good, either.’

Lu Yuan turned back to face Lan Tai, a smile on his face that didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m just joking with you, General Lan. Thank you for your trouble. Does your army have a place to stay?"

"Ah?" Lan Tai was taken aback and nodded mechanically. "Yes, we do..."

Lu Yuan clapped Lan Tai on the shoulder and said bluntly, "I have matters to attend to in the mansion, so I won’t see you out, General!"

Without waiting for Lan Tai to reply, Lu Yuan turned and went back into the mansion.

Once inside the Mansion Gate, Lu Yuan whispered to Fifth Brother Liu, "Have someone keep an eye on them. Also, these are Healing Pills. Distribute them to the injured Mansion Guards and Jinyi Guards, and help the Jinyi Guard bury their fallen comrades."

"Yes, Boss!" Fifth Brother Liu took the large boxes of Elixirs, his voice full of gratitude.

Because the Mansion Guards had joined the conflict late, only a few of them had suffered injuries of varying degrees.

The next morning, Song Meiqin said to Lu Yuan, "Nephew, you should go get some rest. You’ve been up with me all night."

Lu Yuan’s eyes were wide like copper bells. "SHHH," he whispered, shaking his head. "I’m not tired. Don’t wake the baby!"

Lu Yuan stood up and kissed Song Meiqin’s forehead.

"My, my, my, what have we here? So deep is the love, so misty the rain!" Zhao Qiao’Er said, leaning against the doorframe. Su Liyan and Gu Ziye stood beside her.

Lu Yuan chuckled. "My three beauties, what brings you all here?"

Gu Ziye mimicked Zhao Qiao’Er’s tone. "We certainly didn’t come to see you. We came to see Aunt Song and..."

Gu Ziye paused, unsure what to call the baby.

Su Liyan whispered in her ear, "Her son!"

"Oh, right, her son!" Gu Ziye said.

Gu Ziye had just turned eighteen, yet she was already a ’fourth mother’ and had a son. It felt a little strange to her.

Lu Yuan tapped Gu Ziye on the bridge of her nose. "You’ll have to work hard, you know. You’re the only one who hasn’t given me a child yet!"

He shouldn’t have said anything. The moment he did, Gu Ziye grew upset.

Gu Ziye pouted. "You have a fertile field, but you don’t plant any seeds or add any fertilizer. Whose fault is that!"

"Yue’Er..." Lu Yuan glanced at the other women, then added, "I’m just going in order, you know~"

"You always have an answer for everything. I can’t win an argument with you, so I’m just going to ignore you!" Gu Ziye crossed her arms and turned her head away.

After all, just last night, Lu Yuan had pulled out of her quite abruptly, and she was still a bit resentful about it.

’He really knows how to push my buttons!’

Lu Yuan took Gu Ziye’s arms in both hands and coaxed her, "Alright, alright. Tonight, I’ll be with you again!"

"That’s more like it!" Gu Ziye shot Lu Yuan a sideways glance, her tone softening considerably.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiao’Er, who was standing nearby, couldn’t help but laugh...

For several days, Lan Tai and his Imperial Cavalry remained stationed outside Taiping City, making no moves.

Gu Gaoxu’s injuries had mostly healed, and he went looking for Lu Yuan, a wine jug in hand.

Lu Yuan, who was in the middle of his cultivation, was interrupted by a shout from Gu Gaoxu.

Gu Gaoxu didn’t bother knocking and pushed the door right open. "Brother Lu, my servants told me you were here alone. I’m not interrupting, am I?"

Lu Yuan relaxed his posture and gave a wry smile. "Instead of resting and recovering properly, you’re carrying around a wine jug."

Gu Gaoxu chuckled. "Brother Lu, it’s been a while since we’ve had a drink together. Let’s have a couple!"

Lu Yuan used his Floating Skill to snatch the wine jug from Gu Gaoxu’s hand and filled two cups.

Lu Yuan picked one up, while the other floated over to Gu Gaoxu.

Lu Yuan raised his cup. "Since your injuries aren’t fully healed, let’s just stick to this one cup."

Gu Gaoxu had no choice but to agree and drained his cup.