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

Lin Mo's eyes blazed with undisguised killing intent.

His gaze was sharp as he swept over Xia Qinghan, Mu Wanrong, and Xia Ruoling across from him.

When Xia Qinghan was stared at by that gaze, she felt as if her blood was about to freeze.

She instinctively gripped the Winter Sword in her hand, only to find that she couldn't even muster the strength to draw it.

Mu Wanrong was so frightened that her face turned pale.

The Xuan Yin Charming Bone, which they were so proud of, was utterly useless in the face of absolute strength and killing intent.

Even Xia Ruoling, who is usually carefree, realized that Lin Mo was truly angry.

Terrified, he quickly hid the Mingxin Sword behind his back, shrinking his neck and not daring to utter a sound.

The entire Imperial Garden fell into a deathly silence.

Only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the withered branches and fallen leaves could be heard.

"Do you think that just because you possess unparalleled physical abilities and have practiced the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation for a few days, you can do whatever you want?"

Lin Mo spoke coldly, his voice not loud, but every word was piercing.

"You are indeed my women, and I have given you the best cultivation resources, the best techniques, and the best flying swords."

"but!"

Lin Mo's tone suddenly rose, and he pointed to Qin Ruxue, Liu Yiyi, Xia Man'er, and the others behind him.

"They are my wives who have been with me through thick and thin since I came from Blackwind City."

"Without Ru Xue defending the city at Blackwater Pass, without Yi Yi tirelessly gathering provisions in the rear, and without Qing Yue's unconditional trust in me, there would be no Great Qian Dynasty today, and no Lin Mo today."

Lin Mo's gaze fell on Ye Meier again, his eyes filled with a chilling intent.

"Listen carefully, from now on, in this harem, anyone who dares to show the slightest disrespect to them, anyone who dares to flaunt their status as cultivators in front of them..."

Lin Mo paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I wouldn't mind personally crippling her cultivation, draining her physique, and making her wish she were dead!"

"Don't blame me for forgetting our past affection when the time comes!"

boom!

These words struck Mu Wanrong and the others like a heavy hammer blow.

Ye Meier was so frightened that she fell to the ground, her forehead hitting the bluestone slab and drawing blood.

"This servant deserves to die! This servant will never dare to do it again! Please, master, spare my life!"

Xia Qinghan bit her lip, her eyes slightly red.

She was stubborn by nature, and although Lin Mo's words hurt her pride, she had to admit that what Lin Mo said was true.

Mu Wanrong was secretly alarmed.

She, the former empress dowager, thought that with her alluring charm and the tender moments they had shared over the past two weeks, she had already secured a place in Lin Mo's heart.

Only now did she fully understand that her new lovers held no weight in Lin Mo's heart compared to his original wives with whom he had shared life and death.

Behind Lin Mo.

Hearing this ruthless, domineering, and protective declaration...

Qin Ruxue's anger instantly vanished.

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, her eyes welled up with tears.

This man, though usually glib and womanizing, always protects them deeply when it comes to matters of principle.

"Clang."

Qin Ruxue loosened her wrist and sheathed the Lianhua sword, which she had only half-drawn out.

Xia Man'er was deeply moved.

She sniffed, threw the 800-pound iron sledgehammer to the ground with a "bang," and snorted triumphantly at Xia Ruoling opposite her.

"Did you hear that? My husband said we are the ones who rule!"

Liu Yiyi secretly wiped her eyes and hugged the abacus even tighter.

However, although Lin Mo managed to quell the situation, the atmosphere in the Imperial Garden became extremely tense.

Xia Qinghan and Mu Wanrong stood there with their heads down.

Although they dared not refute, their expressions were extremely unpleasant.

We are all Lin Mo's women, who wouldn't want to receive her husband's favor?

Being reprimanded so harshly in front of so many people naturally made them feel wronged and embarrassed.

On one side are the original wives' group, who are now basking in the glory of Lin Mo's support.

On one side is Xin Huantuan, bowing his head in remorse and filled with bitterness.

Although the two factions in the harem did not actually fight, the rift had already been truly created.

Lin Mo frowned.

Although he was skilled in warfare and cultivation, he was indeed somewhat troubled by the intricate relationships between the women in the harem.

He was furious and fiercely protective of his own, and now that the situation is at a standstill, he doesn't know how to smooth things over for the time being.

Right at this awkward juncture.

A series of light and steady footsteps came from outside the Imperial Garden.

"Husband, how come you still have such a fiery temper even after becoming emperor?"

A gentle and soothing voice rang in everyone's ears.

Everyone turned to look at the same time.

The First Madam, Su Qingyue, was seen being supported by Shen Qinghe, dressed in plain clothes, and Jiang Zhiwei, who had a charmingly innocent face, as she slowly stepped through the moon gate and entered the Imperial Garden.

Su Qingyue changed into a loose-fitting light gold palace dress.

She was the most beautiful woman in the capital.

After being dressed up like this, she radiated an indescribable brilliance.

What's most eye-catching is her slightly protruding pregnant belly.

More than seven months pregnant, she radiated a sacred maternal glow.

With every gesture, her composed and unhurried aura as the empress instantly overwhelmed all the other women present.

Upon seeing Su Qingyue arrive, Lin Mo's icy expression instantly melted away, and he quickly strode forward to greet her.

"Qingyue, what brings you here? You're pregnant, you should rest more. There was a fight in the Imperial Garden, it's all messy, don't disturb the baby."

Lin Mo carefully supported Su Qingyue's arm, his tone gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor as a killing machine.

Jiang Zhiwei blinked groggily and sniffed.

"Hmm... there's a gunpowder smell in the air, that's not good for the baby."

Su Qingyue gently patted Lin Mo's hand and gave him a reassuring look.

"If I hadn't come soon, you would have turned this harem upside down."

Su Qingyue smiled slightly, her gaze sweeping calmly across the entire room.

On the way here, she had already heard Li Dequan tell her everything that had happened.

She had already planned ahead regarding this scene of jealousy and rivalry.

She didn't look at Qin Ruxue and Xia Man'er, but went straight to Mu Wanrong and Xia Qinghan.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman with a pregnant belly, Mu Wanrong felt a strange sense of awe.

She was once the Empress Dowager of the Great Xia Dynasty, but now, in front of Su Qingyue, she felt inferior.

"Sister Mu, Sister Xia, and... Sister Ye, please get up first."

Su Qingyue's voice was gentle and soothing.

Seeing that Lin Mo did not object, Ye Meier cautiously got up and stepped aside.

Su Qingyue looked at the woman opposite her and bowed slightly.

"My husband was a bit harsh just now, sisters, please don't take it to heart. That's just how he is, he's very protective of his own."

"If it were any of you sisters who were in danger, I think your husband would never stand idly by. Even at great cost, he would protect you all."

"Am I right, my husband?"