My wife is number one in the world

At this moment, Qi Yun directly blamed the fact that Liu Feifei and Liu Yaoyao, the two sisters, had not yet married on Liu Dashao's behalf.

If it weren't for her husband's excessive pampering of his beloved daughters, often telling them things like it's okay if they get married a few years later, and that he's not short of money to support them, Feifei and Yaoyao would probably have already found their ideal husbands long ago.

Not only are there Feifei, the daughter of Lian'er, and Yaoyao, the daughter of myself, but also Yue'er, the daughter of Wanyan, Lingyun, the daughter of my sister Qiya, and Yunxin, the daughter of Ying'er.

Given their current ages, Yue'er and Lingyun are already of marriageable age.

As for Yunxin, although she is slightly younger than her older sisters Yue'er and Lingyun, she is already of marriageable age.

No, no, no, that's not right, to be more precise, they're almost past the age of first love.

Given Yunxin's current age, she'll be able to get married in a year or two at most.

This means that now is the best time for Yunxin to start looking for her ideal husband.

Once she finds someone she truly loves, she can then prepare for the traditional betrothal and marriage arrangements. Before she knows it, a year or two will have passed.

At that time, she can choose an auspicious day to get married.

In Qi Yun's view, this is the most normal life for a girl.

Unlike Feifei, Yaoyao, Yue'er, and Lingyun, some of them are already old maids, and some are almost old maids, but they don't even have a single person they like!

Yunxin, my dear daughter, you must strive to be better and never follow in the footsteps of your wonderful older sisters!

As Qi Yun pondered silently, a proverb suddenly came to mind.

Like father, like son.

In fact, according to the old laws of the Great Dragon Kingdom, she and her wicked husband would have been considered a couple who married relatively late.

According to the old laws of the Great Dragon Dynasty, young men and women of marriageable age could marry when they were fourteen or fifteen years old.

However, the important matter of life and death between herself and her bad husband was delayed until she was nineteen years old, when one of them got married and started a family.

Aside from my own marriage to my wicked husband, let me also talk about the marriages of my other good girlfriends.

In her memory, among her dozen or so good sisters, it seemed that only Yan'er, Lian'er, Qingshi, and Ying'er became wives of their husbands at a relatively normal age.

Well, it's more or less normal.

After all, compared to those young men and women who married at the age of fourteen or fifteen, Yan'er and her sisters were a little older when they became husbands and wives.

As for her other close friends, when they married their husbands, they were all significantly older than each other.

As Qi Yun pondered this to herself, she couldn't help but furrow her delicate brows slightly.

Goodness, you never know until you think about it!

So, none of her, her wicked husband, or any of her close girlfriends got married at the right age!

Previously, the law of the Dragon Palace allowed young men and women to marry when they were fourteen or fifteen years old. Now, let's talk about the current law of the Dragon Palace.

Ever since her wicked husband declared himself emperor, he issued a new decree that young men and women must be at least eighteen years old before they can marry.

Anyone who violates the law shall be severely punished!
The new laws of the Great Dragon Palace promulgated by her husband stipulate that men and women can only marry after the age of eighteen, but Yiyi was not married to Xie Yun until she was in her early twenties.

Then there are Feifei, Yaoyao, Yue'er, Lingyun and the other sisters. None of them have a suitable husband yet!
As far as I know, in other people's homes, once their sons and daughters turn eighteen, they all start to eagerly choose auspicious days for marriage or finding a partner.

This means that their own children are always a step behind other families when it comes to getting married or getting married!

Back then, when she and her group of best friends married their bad husbands one after another, they were a step behind the rest of the family.

Nowadays, our children are also a step behind other families when it comes to getting married.

Could this situation be due to genetics?

But if we follow the roots, whose roots are we following?

Does she inherit her traits from her own bad husband, who is her father? Or does she inherit them from herself and her group of good girlfriends, who are her mothers?
After all, whether it was her own bad husband or herself and her group of good girlfriends, they were all among those who got married relatively late back then.

The moment the thought popped into her mind, Qi Yun made a decision.

There's no need to think about this question deeply; she's definitely following in the footsteps of her wicked husband, her father.

Yes, yes, I'm absolutely certain that I followed my husband's lead.

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow.

As the saying goes, you reap what you sow.

So, the reason this happened must be because of the seed, what does it have to do with the earth?

If there is a problem with the land, it is at most a question of whether the soil is fertile. It can't be that you can grow melons and beans, or grow beans and grow melons, right?
Therefore, there's no need to think about it further at this point; she's definitely inherited her bad husband's traits.

Once Qi Yun realized that the problem lay with her wicked husband, Young Master Liu, her mood instantly improved.

Then, she couldn't help but think about the marriage prospects of her other children.

Although most of their children are still young, it's still worth considering their future.

There's nothing we can do; time just flies by too fast and is too cruel!
Gradually, Qi Yun's consciousness began to blur.

After an unknown amount of time, the breathing of Liu Mingzhi, Qi Yun, and Ren Qingrui on the bed became even and steady.

The next day, it was broad daylight.

Liu Mingzhi, Qi Yun, the Third Princess, Ren Qingrui, Gu Molanya, and Little Cutie and their whole family arrived at the main hall one after another.

Today's breakfast consisted mainly of large steamed buns and small steamed buns with various fillings, as well as various kinds of porridge, supplemented by Chu Ting rice noodle rolls and various kinds of pickled vegetables. The reason why Chu Ting rice noodle rolls were placed as a side dish was simply because, apart from a few of Young Master Liu's ladies, most of the ladies at the table were not used to the taste of Chu Ting rice noodle rolls.

Customs vary from place to place, even within short distances. The saying "different regions nurture different people" is no exaggeration.

With a slight smile, Qi Yun straightened the sleeves of her fair, jade-like wrists, then, without changing her smile, picked up a bowl of hangover soup and gently placed it on the table in front of Young Master Liu.

"My dear husband, you already had the hangover soup last night. To help relieve your headache from drinking, please have another bowl of hangover soup this morning!"

Upon hearing Qi Yun's words, Liu Mingzhi immediately nodded subconsciously.

"Okay, I'll drink it now."

After instinctively answering Qi Yun's question aloud, Liu Mingzhi suddenly turned to look at Qi Yun with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? Yun'er, what did you just say? I already drank the hangover soup from last night?"

"No? Um...did I drink any hangover soup last night? I have absolutely no recollection of it."

Ren Qingrui overheard the conversation between her sweetheart and her good sister Qi Yun and her husband, and her actions of setting out the dishes immediately paused slightly.

In an instant, a barely perceptible blush flashed across her pair of bright, watery eyes.

At this moment, Ren Qingrui was unsure whether her good sister Qi Yun had deliberately brought up the hangover soup from the previous night, or whether she had simply wanted her beloved to drink an extra bowl of hangover soup and had just casually mentioned it.

However, both the former and the latter were rather embarrassing things for her.

Some things are completely different when done privately versus when they are put in the open.

As Qi Yun listened to her husband's series of rhetorical questions, she glanced subtly at Ren Qingrui across from her, and then gave Liu Dashao a reproachful glare.

"My dear husband, it would be really strange if you could even remember this."

I'm not criticizing you, but don't you have any idea what kind of person you are when you're drunk?

Over the years, whenever you've truly been drunk, have you ever remembered your sisters feeding you hangover soup?

Upon hearing Qi Yun's coquettish rebuttal, Liu Mingzhi chuckled softly with a sullen expression.

Hehehe, hehe~ hehehe.

"Hmm, well, Yun'er, what you said makes sense!"

Never mind, never mind, if I don't remember it, then I don't remember it.

It's just a small matter of a bowl of hangover soup, nothing serious. It doesn't matter whether I remember it or not.

As Liu Mingzhi spoke with a soft, mocking laugh, he immediately raised his hand and waved to Qi Yun, the Third Princess, Ren Qingrui, Gu Molanya, and the little cutie and her daughter.

"Yun'er, I'll drink the hangover soup first. You can eat whatever you want."

As soon as Liu Mingzhi finished speaking, without waiting for Qi Yun's response, he picked up the hangover soup from the table in front of him and put it in his mouth.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun smiled and nodded twice to Young Master Liu. Then, she picked up the chopsticks from the plate and placed several mouthfuls of pickled vegetables and sauces into the plate.

The Third Princess, Qinglian, Ren Qingrui, Gu Molanya, and Little Cutie and her mother saw that Qi Yun had already started eating as instructed, so they all reached out and picked up their chopsticks to begin enjoying their breakfast.

After Liu Mingzhi finished most of the warm hangover soup in one gulp, he let out a long breath with his lips slightly parted and casually placed the soup bowl on the table.

"call!"

"So comfortable, so comfortable!"

After Liu Mingzhi chuckled and sighed softly, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the Chu Ting rice noodle rolls that Qi Ya, Xue Bizhu, and Huang Lingyi had specially prepared for him early that morning.

Qi Yun slowly ate a steamed bun filled with pig's head and scallion, and then picked up a spoon and drank several mouthfuls of millet porridge.

Then, with a smile in her eyes, she turned her gaze to Young Master Liu, who was enjoying Chu Ting rice noodle rolls.

"Husband."

Upon hearing Qi Yun's clear and melodious voice calling out, Liu Mingzhi quickly swallowed the rice noodle roll in his mouth, then turned to Qi Yun, who was looking at him with smiling eyes, and exchanged a glance.

"Hmm? Yun'er, what's wrong?"

Qi Yun nodded slightly, took a spoonful of millet porridge, and said softly to Young Master Liu with a smile, "Husband, it's like this. After breakfast yesterday, my sisters and I went to find Caroline, Lena, Annie, Lilith and the other sisters."

Coincidentally, Lilith, the girl who usually takes care of Yun Shu's daily needs, is from the Kingdom of Yemen.

Therefore, Lilith was very familiar with the customs of marriage between men and women in the Kingdom of Yemen.

After listening to Lilith's account, my sisters and I have become very familiar with the customs of marriage in the Kingdom of Yemen.

Then, we sisters learned about the wedding customs of the Abbasid Caliphate from Caroline, Lena, and the other sisters.

Now, my sisters and I have everything ready. All that's left is to choose an auspicious day to send congratulatory gifts to Brother Huyan and Sister-in-law Safisa, as well as to my elder brother and Sister-in-law Ramil.

"My lord, in your opinion, when would be the most appropriate time for me to deliver congratulatory gifts to my two elder brothers and their wives?"

Upon hearing Qi Yun's question, Liu Mingzhi frowned slightly, picked up a spoon, and took a small sip of the eight-treasure porridge on the table in front of him.

"Yun'er."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yun immediately opened her mouth slightly and replied in a sweet voice, "Oh, my husband, you speak, I'm listening!"

Liu Mingzhi let out a soft sigh, his mouth agape, and gently placed the spoon between his fingers into the soup bowl. (End of Chapter)