Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

"Holy crap! How could such a thing happen! What kind of man-eating monster? To set its sights on the wife, that bastard deserves to die!"

Unexpectedly, after Zhang Haike recounted everything in detail, the first person to speak was not Shen Mingchao, but Wang Can next to her.

Wang Can was clearly enraged; his words were forced out through clenched teeth, and the mineral water bottle in his hand was crushed.

Shen Mingchao was not at all surprised by Wang Can's reaction.

How could a fiercely protective wolfhound stand to see its master being coveted?

Couldn't this guy be a little more mindful of the occasion when he speaks?

The moment she uttered the word "wife," she instantly drew the attention of all four members of the Zhang family.

Although the group didn't speak, their eyes conveyed a variety of meanings.

Doubt? Seeking confirmation? Unexpected? Intrigued? Sarcastic?

"Cough—" she coughed awkwardly.

When I was with the two souls before, there were no outsiders, so we just called them that, just for fun.

Calling her that in front of so many people felt like some kind of perverse humor had been exposed to the public, and she suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable shame.

As expected, her moral standards are too high.

However, she couldn't show weakness.

Since they've already publicly acknowledged their three-person relationship, whether it's true or not, they might as well go all the way and be dishonest.

Shen Mingchao looked up, met his gaze, and said matter-of-factly, "Why are you looking at me like that? It's for fun. Haven't you heard of little romantic gestures between couples? Don't be so outdated."

"Outdated?" Zhang Haike frowned. Compared to his wife, he found those two words more jarring. "In the Ming Dynasty, there's something we still need to explain. The Zhang family is generally long-lived, and our age cannot be measured by worldly standards. According to the clan's calculations, we are in our prime."

Shen Mingchao:?

Why is he suddenly explaining all this? Isn't it normal for a centenarian to have outdated ideas? Let alone a hundred years old, even a ten-year age difference can create a generation gap in some things.

Thinking this, Shen Mingchao suddenly felt a slight tugging. Looking down, she saw Zhang Qilan tugging at her sleeve, shaking his head slightly, and saying:

"I'm not old."

Shen Mingchao was astonished upon hearing this.

No, does this person with amnesia still care about being old?

Zhang Qiyu spoke calmly and confidently.

It's like stating a fact.

This inexplicably reminded Shen Mingchao of the time when Zhang Qilin saw Wu Xie after coming out of the door and said, "You've gotten old."

Hmm... If Wu Xie heard this, he'd be devastated, wouldn't he?

"Yes, Hai Ke is right." Zhang Qianjun echoed, gesturing to himself, "Ming Chao, look at my face, not a single wrinkle, I don't look old at all."

Shen Mingchao smiled politely.

It's normal for long-lived people to have some age anxiety, she understands.

But some people don't understand.

Qi Qiu snorted coldly: "At your age, you're more than old enough to be our great-grandfathers, yet you say you're young? To put it nicely, you're disrespectful to your elders; to put it bluntly, you're shameless."

Being publicly humiliated by a junior, Zhang Qianjun exploded: "You brat, don't think you can act recklessly just because you've done us a favor. Believe me, your great-grandfather will burn your butt with a fire talisman!"

Qi Qiu: "Oh, so you admit you're my great-grandfather."

"Hey, you little brat, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences." Zhang Qianjun was about to take out a fire talisman when Zhang Haike stopped him.

"Hai Ke, don't stop me, I'll..."

"I didn't stop you." Zhang Haike sighed, patted Zhang Qianjun's forearm, and earnestly instructed, "You've done me a favor, so be careful. Just burn the hair off."

"Damn it! You bastards repay kindness with enmity!" Qi Qiu cursed, knowing he wasn't joking. Seeing Zhang Qianjun toss his hair and rush towards him with a wicked smile, he turned and ran.

But not wanting to go far, the two of them circled the pavilion where Shen Mingchao and the others were, and began to play the game of "King Qin circling the pillar".

Zhang Haixia quietly leaned closer and whispered to Shen Mingchao, "My lady, aren't we going to save him?"

"No need." Shen Mingchao glanced at them, feeling dizzy from their twirling, and then looked away, saying calmly, "Xiao Qiu is weak, so it's good for him to exercise."

"Heh." A cold laugh suddenly came from the left front.

Zhang Haiyan crossed her arms and leaned against a pillar, her eyes sweeping over the two unfamiliar but publicly known men.

That hot-tempered one, who calls himself the wife, probably let it slip.

But this composed one, whom they'd dealt with before, appeared gentle and kind on the surface, but was actually cunning and scheming. He was willing to bet that the phrase "wife's master" was absolutely intentional.

Perhaps they are taking this opportunity to assert their sovereignty.

Zhang Haiyan then turned her gaze to Shen Mingchao and said in an affected manner:

"Don't treat us like some kind of old-fashioned, conservative people. It's just some romantic banter between young lovers, I know~~"

These words, coming from Zhang Haiyan, were full of ambiguity.

Shen Mingchao was horrified: What does he know?

Zhang Qianjun went to chase after someone, and his seat became empty. Zhang Haiyan took the opportunity to sit down, getting closer to Shen Mingchao before slowly speaking:

"In the Ming Dynasty, we shouldn't limit our imagination by the times. Sometimes, people in ancient times were more open-minded, less unscrupulous, and more adventurous than people today."

"For example, our Zhang family."

Shen Mingchao raised an eyebrow.

Is this someone insulting their own clan in front of the clan leader?

Zhang Haiyan sighed softly: "To be honest, this was originally a secret of the Zhang family, and it was inconvenient to spread outside, but the situation is special, so I am willing to tell you."

Meeting Xiao Zhang's bright eyes, Shen Mingchao silently moved back half an inch; she always felt that this man had ill intentions.

"Wait, wait—" she interrupted, raising her hand. "Is that the point? Did I say I wanted to hear your family secrets?"

Let anyone who wants to hear the Zhang family's secrets listen! Hearing too many secrets can be deadly.

"And your wound doesn't hurt anymore? Instead of going to treat it, why are you talking so much? Do you think you're made of iron?"

Seeing Shen Mingchao's attempt to avoid him while also feigning concern, Zhang Haiyan's smile deepened.

"It's alright, I'm not that fragile." He leaned closer, continuing to tempt her with his words: "In the Ming Dynasty, the Zhang family was a clan that had existed for a thousand years, with countless strange and wondrous tales. Don't you really want to hear this unique piece of gossip?"

Shen Mingchao's body, which had been leaning back, stiffened.

The secret sounds risky.

But gossip...

If you start talking about gossip, I won't be sleepy anymore.

She moved back half an inch, feigning reluctance, and said, "Fine, since you insist on telling me, I'll listen."

Having succeeded in his scheme, Zhang Haiyan began to tell his story: "The Zhang family has always been a feudal family. In order to preserve the purity of their bloodline, they have always married into each other's families. But perhaps due to genetics, the Zhang family has always had more men than women."

"We live long lives and have a lot of experience. It's not uncommon for men and women in the Zhang family to have multiple lovers in their lifetime. For example, there are many formidable women in the Zhang family history who have had emotional entanglements with multiple men."

"This kind of thing doesn't quite conform to the rules, but the clan has always turned a blind eye to it. As long as the bloodline can be preserved, that pitiful morality can be abandoned at any time."

"So, Ming Dynasty, did you understand what I was saying?"