Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

The Celestial Master, who had been sent flying, felt something soft cushion his fall. Propping himself up with his right arm, he tried to stand. "Bo—" Before he could finish the word, he passed out.

Still squatting, Lu Yuan spun around and glared fiercely at Gongyue Monarch. The monarch bowed awkwardly again and again. "My apologies, my apologies! I’ll be more careful..."

Gongyue Monarch continued to bow and apologize to Lu Yuan, all while dodging the attacks of the crowd and the various Xingzi.

Lu Yuan sighed in resignation and got back to healing.

"GRRROWL!" The Thunder Leopard limped over to Lu Yuan’s side, whimpering, then lay on the ground to lick its wounds.

Lu Yuan was busy treating the Celestial Master.

The Thunder Leopard was intelligent. It knew the person before it could heal, so it simply got in line and waited its turn.

"CAW CAW CAW..." A mottled bird with a broken wing landed on the Thunder Leopard, its two claws sticking up in the air.

The Thunder Leopard turned to look at the bird and let out a roar, its cry full of mockery.

Gongyue Monarch kept ferrying a constant stream of casualties—be it people or wounded Da Xingzi—to its master, keeping Lu Yuan incredibly busy.

The Mansion Guards outside the arena barely knew any medicine, so they were unable to step forward and help.

In less than half a day, Gongyue Monarch had gained the upper hand. Puffing out its chest, it floated about twenty centimeters off the ground, muttering, "Master, praise me! Quick, praise me!"

"Praise you? Praise my ass!"

With a light push, Lu Yuan popped the Grand Celestial Master’s dislocated arm back into its socket.

"Thanks, Boss!" the Grand Celestial Master said, clutching his arm.

After a good while, Lu Yuan had finally healed all the injured people and Da Xingzi. The effort had cost him quite a few Healing Pills.

Lu Yuan stood atop the arena and apologized to the Mansion Guards on behalf of Gongyue Monarch. The monarch didn’t know how to pull its punches, and had seriously injured their own people.

The Mansion Guards roared in unison, "The Boss is mighty!"

In the eyes of the Mansion Guards, Gongyue Monarch was simply a Da Xingzi raised by the Boss—a part of the Boss’s own power. A leader with such strength would surely lead them to greatness.

Lu Yuan raised a hand to quiet the crowd. "I’ve seen all of your hard work. Regarding the mission, you are to await my orders. Be ready to depart at a moment’s notice!"

"Yes, Boss!"

"Alright, dismiss. Everyone worked hard today. Here are one thousand taels in silver notes. Split it amongst yourselves and get a good meal." Lu Yuan pulled a stack of silver notes from his robes and handed them to Fifth Brother Liu.

"Thanks, Boss!"

Lu Yuan stepped down from the arena and walked over to his wife.

Su Liyan pinched his waist hard, feigning anger. "Where do you think you’re going? Why didn’t you discuss it with me? You just got back, darling, and you’re already running off again. Did you even consider whether your women would agree?"

Su Liyan was sticking up for the two "aunts" and Gu Ziye. She knew perfectly well that the two had been waiting eagerly at the mansion for his return. He had only been back for a few days, and now he was planning to leave again.

Lu Yuan gently took his wife’s hand, pulling it from his waist. He smiled and said, "Gu Gaoxu should be arriving at Elephant Island soon. I’ve calculated that he’s likely to run into some trouble, and there’s a good chance I’ll be called in for the rescue."

After hearing her darling’s detailed explanation and understanding the whole story, Su Liyan gritted her teeth. "Those Little Easterners! How dare they violate our country’s borders! They deserve to die!"

Lu Yuan wrapped an arm around Su Liyan’s slim waist, playfully kneading what little flesh was there. "My wife has such a patriotic heart. Naturally, I can’t be outdone."

Su Liyan whispered in his ear, "Darling~ If you go, I’m going with you!"

Lu Yuan nodded. "Alright! This time, what my wife says, goes."

Before leaving the Martial Hall, Lu Yuan turned to one of his trusted men. "Over the next few days, find a group of reliable doctors from Taiping City or the nearby towns. An army of several hundred can’t march without physicians!"

Lu Yuan paused, then continued, "Also, purchase a large supply of medicinal herbs. Don’t worry about the cost. All expenses will be paid from the Lu Mansion’s treasury."

"Yes, Young Master! I’ll see to it at once!" The man said with a cupped-fist salute before turning to leave. ’The Young Master must be planning something big!’ he thought.

With his arm around Su Liyan, Lu Yuan boarded the carriage back to the city. Inside the cabin, Su Liyan asked, "Darling, what are your plans for tonight?"

Lu Yuan thought for a moment. "Let’s just get a good night’s rest. Whose turn is it to attend to me tonight, anyway?"

Su Liyan pressed herself against him, her slender fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Darling~ don’t play dumb. It’s my turn."

Lu Yuan lifted the hem of her skirt and slipped his hand inside, moving it from time to time. He put on a troubled expression. "Oh... but isn’t our daughter Bengbeng still sleeping in the same room as you? That’s not very convenient, is it..."

Su Liyan pressed her legs together, trapping his hand more tightly. Pouting, she looked up at him. "Darling, Bengbeng is sleeping with my mother tonight. I’ve already arranged it with her."

"Oh, is that so?" Lu Yuan feigned reluctance. He hadn’t expected his wife to be this desperate after just one day.

Seeing Lu Yuan still looking unmoved, Su Liyan pouted and continued, "Darling, you’ve changed!"

His hand still busy, Lu Yuan asked, "What do you mean by that, my dear wife?"

"You don’t cherish me like you used to! Now you don’t even want to spend the night with me!" Su Liyan arched her body, her lips pouting but pressed tightly together, afraid she might let out an involuntary moan.

Lu Yuan thought to himself, ’I haven’t been with my wife these past few days. It seems she’s truly parched.’

Su Liyan pounced, knocking Lu Yuan into a corner of the carriage. Her face close to his, she said, "Darling, if you’re too busy to do it tonight, then you can just give in to me right now."

Before Lu Yuan could respond, an uncontrollable Su Liyan pinned him down. Her bewitching, red eyes stared straight through him, utterly captivating, as if to say: ’If you don’t screw me right now, I’m going to eat you alive!’

Lu Yuan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Wife, have you lost your mind? What’s gotten into you?"

Tugging at his sash, Su Liyan said, "What’s wrong? You think I can’t hear that donkey braying all night long?"

Hearing that sort of thing too often can really get a girl worked up, you know?

Su Liyan’s room wasn’t even close to Zhao Qiao’er’s, but unfortunately, her hearing was so sharp she could hear Aunt Zhao’s cries with perfect clarity. It made it impossible to fall asleep.

Bengbeng, who was only just over a year old, would open her big eyes and ask her mother, "Mommy, what’s that noise?"

Each time, Su Liyan would have to trick Bengbeng by saying it was a little jenny the neighbors kept, before casting a spell to block her daughter’s hearing.

Su Liyan felt terribly guilty for talking about Aunt Zhao that way to her own daughter.

Lu Yuan grinned mischievously. "Ooooh, so that’s the reason. Well, doing it in the carriage isn’t out of the question. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all."

Su Liyan said, "Then what are you waiting for? All that’s missing is your Dharma Artifact."

"Alright! A request from my wife is one I must obey!" Lu Yuan rolled over, changing their positions...

The two trusted men following Lu Yuan’s carriage raised their whips and cracked them against the horses’ rumps. "Giddy-up!"

The two men caught up, flanking the carriage. The man on the left said to the groom, "I say, Old Wang, you usually drive so steadily. How come you keep hitting every pothole today?"

The man on the right added, "Exactly, Old Wang! Look at this carriage rocking back and forth. You’re going to make the Young Master and the Young Madam sick!"

The groom, Old Wang, sounded aggrieved. "Sirs, it’s really not my driving, and it’s not that the road is uneven. It’s the horses... they won’t obey."

Old Wang the groom pointed at the horses. "Sirs, look. The horses take two steps, then stop for one. Of course the carriage is going to be all jerky and stuttery."

Lu Yuan’s man said, "Alright, alright. Stop making excuses. If you jostle the Young Master so much he throws up in there, you’ll be the one to answer for it."

Finally, as they arrived at the Lu Mansion gate, Lu Yuan threw up, getting it all over Su Liyan.