While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Ye Rou is a magnanimous girl. Although she slapped the other person before, she, as a mother herself, could completely understand the pain of losing a child.

"Let me see."

Ye Rou carefully examined the dent in the skull and analyzed, "It must have been hit by a brick in close combat. Earth-type ability users are usually used to ranged attacks, and martial artists have enough time to dodge. It's impossible for the brick to hit the same spot multiple times in a row."

Then she looked at her neck.

"Although the strangulation marks on the neck are not obvious, it is clear that the left hand held the head steady while the right hand held a brick and smashed it repeatedly, indicating that the other party used lethal force."

Hearing that Ye Rou's analysis coincided with her own, Mao Jian's mother broke down again.

"I want revenge for my son."

But her husband, Mao Jian's father, was even calmer. He hissed, "Shut up! You and Instructor Ye can see it, but can't the Northern Garrison Commander see it? He personally interrogated those students, yet he's using a girl as a scapegoat. Isn't the truth obvious?"

"But my son."

"That's just how it is these days," the husband hissed, his face ashen.

Including Mao Jian, they have four children. If they were to provoke those powerful and influential people, the whole family would probably die.

Awakened individuals may appear superior to ordinary people, but in the face of power, they remain slaves.

Men are always more rational than women.

While everyone was immersed in grief, Yang Ding turned around to observe the reaction of Zhao Yang, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Guard.

This guy is watching this side too.

With his fifth-grade upper realm cultivation, he could hear every sound clearly.

Taking advantage of his subordinate's death to extort a female student into marrying him would severely damage his reputation if this got out.

In short, he can have fun, but you can't mention it.

Yang Ding quickly nudged Mao Jian's mother, "Someone's watching, stop nagging."

His favorite thing to do is to mentally sentence people to death.

Once you decide to kill, just kill. It doesn't matter if you kill the wrong person; just destroy the evidence.

The behavior he hates most is empty talk. People who do nothing, or who want to do something but dare not, but spout a bunch of nonsense, revealing their intentions and giving the enemy a chance to counterattack.

General Zhao Yang of the Northern Guard nudged General Jiang Dawei of the Northwest Guard, "Old Jiang, did you see that team member?"

"Which one?"

"The spot where that gigolo stood."

"Which gigolo?"

"The student who married Ye Jian's daughter, the one next to Fang Jing."

He deeply hated Yang Ding, but Zhou Ruoxi and the family's mastermind forbade him to kill him, so he had no choice.

He was very resentful that he had tried to kill Fang Dalong last time but ended up losing Lieutenant Sun.

David Chiang finally saw it.

"You already have enough wives, don't compete with other young people. This Yang Ding has a powerful background. Fang Hongbo is an acquaintance of ours. If Fang Jing doesn't want to marry you, then so be it."

"What are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

"Of course you are."

"Cough cough, you don't know what's good for you. I'm saving your nephew Jiang Zhaolong."

What's wrong with him?

Afraid of being overheard, Zhao Yang leaned closer and whispered, "This team member must have been killed by your nephew. Ye Rou has figured it out now and just told the team member's parents, threatening to take revenge."

Jiang Dawei then took it seriously, "He has no evidence, it's all speculation, what kind of revenge is this?"

"There are Imperial Guards lurking in Jiangling City. If this news reaches the Queen, do you think your nephew will have a good time serving in the Northern Frontier?"

Jiang Dawei listened intently to Ye Rou and the others' conversation but found nothing unusual.

"I'll go home and remind that kid; he probably wouldn't do something so stupid."

"They'll do anything to get to the royal city to see the princess."

"Hmph, that's all wishful thinking. The princess will definitely marry the most outstanding child of the eight grandmasters, not some lowly man."

"Young people are bold and daring."

Jiang Dawei looked at Zhao Yang with a shrewd smile. "You're a cunning fellow, aren't you? Trying to use someone else to do your dirty work. You need to be more careful with the younger generation in the family and not lead them astray."

"You're overthinking it. It's your decision. I didn't say anything."

After attending the memorial service, Yang Ding and his two wives held hands and took the bus back to school.

Seeing that he seemed preoccupied, Fang Jing asked, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Maybe we shouldn't rush things tonight?"

"That won't do. Getting you will make me feel better."

"Then it's my fault for influencing you."

Yang Ding held her smooth little hand without making a sound.

He had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two old Dengs, and he had indeed begun to consider overthrowing and destroying these powerful families.

With my current cultivation level, it's probably not the right time yet.

Back home, Fang Dalong and his wife began to decorate with lanterns and colorful streamers, making the place even more festive than last time.

Ye Rou went to the kitchen to heat up the food.

We originally planned to eat out, but it's not safe now, so it's better for the family to stay together.

Fang Jing was tidying up the master bedroom. She not only made the room clean and tidy, but also changed into a white dress and tied her hair with a burgundy silk scarf.

It makes her skin appear fair and also gives her a touch of mature charm.

Yang Ding came in with the red wine Fang Dalong had given him. "Would you like some wine tonight?"

"Have some, it shouldn't affect your pregnancy," Fang Jing replied.

Yang Ding found her particularly alluring, so he went over and lifted her chin, kissing her a few times.

"Why were you so resistant before, why are you so cooperative today?"

"I feel much more relaxed now. My brother doesn't object either, and I can finally give my late husband an explanation."

Yang Ding looked out the window. "When will it get dark? I can't wait."

"Pfft! What's your rush? We've already waited two months."

"That's true. I'm not sleeping tonight; I'm going to play all night."

Fang Jing didn't say anything, after all, it was Yang Ding's right as a husband, so she let him do as he pleased.

Just then, someone rang the doorbell. Fang Dalong opened the door and saw that it was the management office staff who had brought Fang Jing and her ex-husband's wedding photos.

"Does Instructor Fang still want this?"

Fang Dalong looked at Yang Ding somewhat awkwardly; he couldn't make the decision either.

Yang Ding couldn't make the decision either, so he could only watch Fang Jing come out.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Unexpectedly, Fang Jing replied generously, "No, I already have a new husband. Please get rid of him."

"Okay."

The management staff realized they had made a foolish mistake and quickly left with the wedding photos.

Since you're already married, don't cause trouble for your new husband; that's a wife's basic duty.

The food was ready quickly, and Ye Rou brought out the spicy blood curd she had made herself.

"Wow, Jing-jie, you look so beautiful today! Where did you buy that headscarf?"

"I bought it from an arms dealership."

"I'm going to grow my hair out too."

Yang Ding disagreed, saying, "My dear wife, you're mistaken. You look great with short hair; don't make it exactly the same."

If every wife is the same, what happiness is there?

My wife's different hairstyles, different body types, and different skincare products give off different scents—that's what makes it interesting!