Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo was full of vigor and high spirits.

He picked up the soft and fragrant Shen Qinghe and strode towards the study.

Shen Qinghe exclaimed in surprise, her face flushed as she buried herself in Lin Mo's firm chest.

Feeling that strong, powerful heartbeat, I felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

Inside the study.

The ancient zither, which had been lost and then found again, has been properly placed back in its original location.

Lin Mo placed Shen Qinghe on the soft stool in front of the zither, and then sat cross-legged opposite her.

He placed the guqin across his lap, exuding the air of a master.

"My wife, watch carefully."

"Today I'll show you what a six-fingered harp demon really is!"

Looking at Lin Mo's posture, Shen Qinghe felt both sweet and amused.

My husband really dares to say anything...

Playing the piano isn't like painting; without years of practice, you might not even be able to play it in tune...

[Is he just trying to make me laugh by fiddling around with things randomly?]

[Never mind, as long as it's played by my husband, even if it's just cotton, I'll love listening to it...]

Shen Qinghe rested her chin on her hand, ready to enjoy her husband's "noise attack," her eyes full of doting affection.

Lin Mo is very excited now.

"My lady, watch closely, the moment of witnessing a miracle is about to begin!"

He held his breath and quietly activated the [Heavenly Sound] talent.

The moment Lin Mo's slender fingers touched the strings, his entire aura changed abruptly.

The glib-tongued scoundrel from before has disappeared, replaced by a dignified and composed master of the qin (a seven-stringed zither).

"Zheng—"

A note rang out.

Shen Qinghe's smile froze instantly.

She was completely stunned, sitting there motionless.

What... what kind of music is this?

Ethereal and clear, it was unlike anything in the mortal world, but rather like celestial music falling from the heavens!

Immediately afterwards, a series of notes poured out like a cascading silver river!

The melody was sometimes like a majestic mountain stream, grand and powerful, and sometimes like a lover's whisper, tender and poignant.

Every note seemed to come alive, striking precisely into Shen Qinghe's heart!

She seemed to see phoenixes soaring and chasing and playing among the clouds!

That intense, passionate, and undisguised love, conveyed through the music, surged through her soul wave after wave!

Shen Qinghe was completely dumbfounded.

She had been immersed in the art of playing the zither since childhood and considered herself to be exceptionally skilled. However, compared to the piece Lin Mo was playing at this moment, her own skills were simply child's play!

This is no longer a matter of technique.

This is a dimensional reduction attack!

The song ended, but the lingering melody still resonated.

Lin Mo gracefully withdrew his hand, very satisfied with his performance.

No wonder he has god-level talent, amazing!

He turned his head, ready to receive his wife's adoring gaze and enthusiastic praise.

But when I turned around...

But then he saw Shen Qinghe sitting there blankly, two lines of tears silently sliding down her beautiful cheeks.

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

What's going on?

He played so badly that his wife cried from the ugliness of his playing.

That shouldn't be happening!

"My wife, what's wrong?"

Lin Mo panicked a little and quickly went over to ask.

"Is it because the music isn't good?"

"It's okay, I'll choose another one next time, I promise you'll like it!"

Shen Qinghe then seemed to wake up from a dream.

She hastily wiped away her tears, then suddenly threw herself into Lin Mo's arms, hugging him tightly.

"No, that's not it!"

Shen Qinghe's voice was trembling with tears, yet it was filled with excitement and shock.

"My husband...you play so well!"

"I... have never heard such beautiful piano music before..."

"I'm just... so touched..."

Shen Qinghe raised her pretty face, which was streaked with tears, and her bright, watery eyes shone with an astonishing light, filled with unwavering adoration and love.

My husband is not only a prodigy in painting, but he has also reached such a transcendent level in playing the zither...

What kind of god did I marry?!

[Oh no, I'm doomed, I can't live without him for the rest of my life...]

Hearing this, Lin Mo finally breathed a sigh of relief, then became smug and reached out to gently scratch Shen Qinghe's delicate nose.

"If you want to hear it again, I'll play it for you every day!"

"Um!"

Shen Qinghe nodded emphatically, nuzzling her face against Lin Mo's chest like a kitten that had found a place to lean on.

Lin Mo was secretly pleased and was just about to say something to further their relationship.

"Knock knock knock—"

Suddenly, a series of urgent knocks broke the cozy atmosphere of the room.

Outside the door, the maid's voice carried a hint of panic.

"Master, Madam..."

"The butler has arrived, saying he has urgent business with the master!"

Urgent?

Lin Mo frowned.

For the butler to find this place, it must be something significant.

Lin Mo released Shen Qinghe from his arms and pecked her rosy lips.

"Sweetie, wait for me a minute."

As he spoke, he got up, straightened his clothes, and strode out of the room.

"What is it?"

The old butler stood outside the door, his face grave and his forehead covered in sweat.

He glanced at Shen Qinghe, who had followed him out, wanting to speak but not daring to.

Lin Mo waved his hand: "Just say it."

"Yes, sir."

The butler lowered his voice and spoke very quickly.

"Outside the manor... there are people claiming to be from White Wolf Stronghold requesting an audience!"

White Wolf Village?

Lin Mo was somewhat surprised and pressed for an answer:

"What's going on? How many people have arrived?"

"Just one!"

The butler wiped his sweat, his voice trembling.

"He looks like an iron tower, and he's wearing a wolf skin. He says he's on his chieftain's orders to deliver your invitation!"

"invitation?"

Lin Mo was even more surprised.

Why would Helian Tuo, the big boss of the West City, actually take the initiative to come to us?

He had been holding back his actions after annexing the Green Dragon Society and the Black Tiger Gang, so why has he changed his tune now?

Discuss cooperation?

Is it Hong or Menyan?

Lin Mo couldn't figure it out for a moment.

But since I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it.

there is always a solution to a problem.

Lin Mo asked the butler to lead the way.

He wanted to see what was going on behind the scenes.

Seeing Lin Mo about to leave, Shen Qinghe grabbed his arm, her pretty face showing worry.

"My husband..."

Lin Mo squeezed her soft, boneless hand and whispered comforting words in her ear.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"My dear wife, stay home and wash yourself nicely, waiting for your husband to come home and check your 'homework'."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe's face flushed red instantly.

She was both embarrassed and angry, and twisted Lin Mo's arm.

"Nonsense, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"In front of so many people..."

The old steward and maidservant beside them immediately lowered their heads, wishing they could turn into two pillars on the spot.

……

Dingbei Prefecture, front courtyard.

As soon as Lin Mo stepped into the courtyard, he saw the burly man standing in the middle of the yard.

He was a burly man nearly two meters tall, wearing a rough wolfskin vest that revealed a large expanse of his chest covered in black hair.

A gleaming curved knife was tucked into his waistband.

His messy hair was braided into small braids, and his face was covered with a thick beard, giving him a wild and fierce aura.

"So you're Lin Mo from Dingbei Prefecture?"

Upon seeing Lin Mo, the burly man spoke in a deep, booming voice, like thunder.

He scanned Lin Mo up and down with his large, bell-like eyes, his gaze full of scrutiny and undisguised contempt.

At that very moment, the other person's thoughts echoed in Lin Mo's mind.

[Hmph, looks like a woman, all delicate skin and a pretty boy!]

[That bastard Helian Tuo is actually afraid of this kind of trash! He has utterly disgraced our barbarian tribe!]

Lin Mo paused slightly.

Ok?

He originally thought that Helian Tuo had finally lost his patience and wanted to cause him trouble.

But the messenger's true feelings...

Something's not right!

Why is Guan Helian Tuo called a bastard?

This isn't one of Helian Tuo's men?