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

The courtyard was deathly silent.

The air seemed to freeze, carrying a sense of impending doom.

Lin Mo stood frozen in place, feeling as if he had stepped into a meticulously arranged courtroom rather than the front hall of the city lord's mansion.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end; dozens of gazes were like knives, slashing him painfully.

Which damn guy leaked the news so quickly?

In the center of the hall, Qin Ruxue stood tall and graceful, holding the Lianhua Sword in her arms.

That imposing face was expressionless, just staring at him quietly, yet Lin Mo felt more pressured than if he were facing a thousand troops.

Behind her, a group of stunningly beautiful faces formed a veritable "jury".

Su Qingyue gently stroked her swollen belly with one hand, rested the other on the edge of the table, and wore a gentle smile on her face.

Liu Yiyi crossed her arms over her chest, making her already stunning curves even more voluptuous, and her peach blossom eyes swept back and forth over Xia Man'er.

Jiang Zhiwei held her medicine gourd and used a plain white handkerchief to wipe the smooth surface of the gourd again and again.

Gu Ling'er's big, dark eyes were wide open, darting back and forth between Lin Mo and Xia Man'er.

Shen Qinghe and Gu Meng'er sat quietly on either side of her. Although they did not speak, their tense postures said it all.

The atmosphere on the two flanks of the formation was even more subtle.

Chu Mengyao stood to one side, her cool and beautiful face showing a kind of weariness and helplessness, as if to say, "I knew this would happen."

He stared directly at Lin Mo, his eyes carrying a hint of interrogation and scrutiny.

This bastard, he barely got me and he's already already found someone else!

Bai Zhi stood in the shadow of another pillar, head down, her hands unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, almost curling herself into a ball.

What sent a chill down Lin Mo's spine was Feng Niang standing next to Chu Mengyao.

The intelligence chief stood with his hands on his hips, his phoenix eyes practically spitting fire as he stared intently at Lin Mo.

However, in this suffocating silence, someone remained completely oblivious and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"Brother Lin Mo, who are they?"

"Are they the maids in your household? They're all so beautiful!"

Xia Man'er bit off the last hawthorn on her candied hawthorn skewer, pointed at the women in the hall, and asked a question indistinctly.

boom!

If the atmosphere just now was like frozen ice,

Xia Man'er's words were like a bombshell dropped into an ice cellar!

"Who are you calling a maid?!"

The first to erupt was Gu Ling'er, who had the most straightforward personality.

She jumped up from the chair with a "whoosh," pointed at Xia Man'er, and shouted at Lin Mo.

"Lin Mo! You big bad guy!"

"Where did you get this...this beautiful vixen from?!"

Gu Ling'er's usually innocent and smiling face was now puffed up with anger, like a hamster whose pine cone had been stolen.

Lin Mo hadn't even had a chance to speak.

"Clang—"

A clear, resonant sword cry rang out.

Qin Ruxue's Lianhua sword was already drawn, its cold blade pointing directly at Xia Man'er.

"We are his wives."

"Rightly, my wife."

Qin Ruxue's voice was colder than the sword in her hand.

The temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop several degrees.

However, Xia Man'er's reaction once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

She paused for a moment, blinked her clear eyes, and then a look of sudden realization appeared on her face.

"Oh! It's my sisters-in-law!"

Xia Man'er released Lin Mo's arm. Far from being frightened by Qin Ruxue's sword aura, she happily took a few steps forward and entered the hall.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she clasped her hands in a very neat gesture towards the group of beauties, performing a grand salute that only a rough and uncouth person in the martial arts world would use.

"Little sister Xia Man'er greets all the elder sisters!"

Her voice was clear and cheerful, her face was radiant with a genuine smile, and her eyes were so sincere that no one could find fault with her.

"From now on, we're all family. Please take good care of us, sisters!"

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the courtyard once again.

Qin Ruxue's hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, paused.

Looking at the unconventional girl in front of her, with her chilling murderous aura, she didn't know where to place it.

This girl... seems a bit simple-minded.

But this honesty and straightforwardness also carried a kind of straightforwardness that made her unable to dislike him.

Su Qingyue looked into Xia Man'er's pure and innocent eyes and sighed softly.

She finally understood.

This girl has absolutely no concept of "jealousy" in her mind.

"cough……"

Lin Mo finally found an opportunity to speak. He stepped forward and introduced himself to everyone with utter helplessness.

"This is... Xia Man'er, the only daughter of the Miao King of Southern Xinjiang, Princess Man'er."

He paused, then added.

"She lived in Beijing for a period of time when she was a child, and we...know each other."

After he said that, the way people looked at him became even more strange.

Childhood sweethearts?

Then the nature of it is different.

The faint smile on Liu Yiyi's lips deepened, its meaning clear: "Confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be punished severely."

"She came this time to... to seek refuge with me." Lin Mo felt his explanation was weak and unconvincing. "She also brought me some... um, local specialties."

The voice just fell.

A huge commotion erupted outside the mansion gate, accompanied by heavy footsteps and labored breathing.

"One, two, three, go!"

"Ouch, my back!"

"Slow down, slow down! Damn it, this box is heavier than my wife!"

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, dozens of veteran soldiers of the Mountain Shaking Army, in groups of eight, carried in huge iron boxes, their faces flushed red.

The box was completely black, with the lock still broken off by violence. It was incredibly heavy, and with each step the veterans took, the bluestone slabs beneath their feet groaned under its weight.

"Bang!"

The first box was placed heavily in the center of the yard, causing the ground to tremble.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

Nine identical, enormous iron boxes were neatly stacked in the yard.

Like nine black coffins, they exuded an aura that kept strangers away.

"Brother Lin Mo, quickly open it and let the sisters see!"

Xia Man'er urged him on as if presenting a treasure.

Lin Mo winked at the commander of the Mountain-Shaking Army.

The team leader understood and ordered several of his men to pry open one of the boxes with great effort.

Buzz—!

The heavy iron lid was slowly lifted.

A blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from the box!

The light was so pure, so dazzling, as if it had crushed the midday sun and stuffed it into a box.

Everyone in the courtyard subconsciously squinted.

The first to react was Liu Yiyi.

She suddenly stood up from the chair, rushed to the box, and peered inside.

The moment he saw what was in the box, this business prodigy, who controlled the commercial lifeline of the North and had seen countless storms, completely lost his composure.

Inside the box were gold bars, stacked neatly, almost overflowing!

Golden and dazzling!

The purest, most primal, and most violent beauty!