The God of War Who Protects the Nation: Starting with Saving a Mother and Daughter in Distress

Cai Zhen complained, but she was still very dutiful.

Looking down at the baby in her arms, she saw the little one sleeping soundly and couldn't help but gently rock him.

Cai Yan sensed the bitterness in Cai Zhen's tone, but didn't take it to heart: "They haven't seen their father for almost a year, so it's normal that they miss him terribly."

Cai Zhen puffed out her cheeks: "I understand, but look, as soon as Father came back, Mother took up a lot of time, and with the two aunts acting like this, Aunt Tong barely got a word in edgewise. If this continues, the two of us will really be left unattended."

As she said this, there was a genuine sense of disappointment in her voice.

"I really miss the days when we lived in that small mountain village. Back then, whenever Dad came back, he would mostly go to Mom's place, but at least we could still get together and make a fuss."

"Now that there are more and more people in the family, he only has two eyes and two hands, so there's no way he can divide them up."

Cai Yan paused for a moment, then said softly, "There's nothing we can do about it. Father is a general now, spending all year outside in the midst of swords and shadows. Now that he's finally back, he naturally has to take care of the ladies first."

"I can't swallow this." Cai Zhen suddenly leaned close to Cai Yan's ear and winked, "Sister, we really need to step up our efforts. If this continues, Father will have even less energy to take care of us in the future."

"Think about it, not to mention Mother, both of your aunts are in their prime, and although Sister Tong has washed away her makeup, you know how alluring she is."

At this point, her tone was full of urging: "If we don't act quickly, we won't even have a place to stand."

Cai Yan understood her meaning perfectly well, and her cheeks flushed: "You're always thinking about that kind of thing."

"What did I mean?" Cai Zhen asked innocently. "I meant growing up. You've got the wrong idea."

Cai Yan was speechless, and could only glare at her.

Cai Zhen chuckled again and nudged her, "Sister, you don't need to pretend. I know what you dreamed about last night."

Cai Yan was so angry she wanted to hit her, but she was holding the child in her arms and couldn't free her hands, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "You wait, I'll deal with you after I put the child down."

"Come on, come on," Cai Zhen stuck out her tongue and hugged the child, trying to hide behind Tong Rong.

Tong Rong was sitting quietly folding small clothes to the side. When she saw them making a fuss, she just smiled and didn't say anything.

Meanwhile, Qin An had already arrived at the bathhouse.

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Hot water was indeed prepared in advance, the bathroom was filled with steam, and there were clean undergarments and towels placed nearby.

He had just taken off his outer robe when the door was gently pushed open.

The two entered one after the other, then closed the door behind them.

Qin An turned and glanced at them: "Why are you all here?"

"I'll serve you a bath." Shan Bing stepped forward generously, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "When the General returns to the manor, someone has to fetch water and scrub his back."

Li Qingwan didn't speak, but walked over with her head down, took a handkerchief from the shelf, and wrapped it around her hand twice.

Seeing their posture, Qin An knew exactly what was going on.

He didn't say much, just smiled, and turned his back to continue untying his belt.

The two women exchanged a glance and immediately offered their help.

Qin An sat down in the bathtub shirtless, the hot water reaching his chest, making him exhale a long breath.

Li Qingwan rolled up her sleeves, dipped a handkerchief in water, and gently wiped his shoulders and back.

Dan Bing sat to the side, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him, her eyes moist.

As she looked, she couldn't resist any longer. Her fingers landed on Qin An's body, slowly sliding down the newly added scars.

"Are these injuries all new?" she asked.

"How can you fight a war without getting wounded?" Qin An said. "They're all superficial wounds, they're nothing serious anymore."

"You always say it's nothing," Shan Bing said reproachfully, then looked at Li Qingwan, "Qingwan, look at him, how many good patches of skin are left?"

Li Qingwan didn't look up, but said softly, "It's good that he's back."

Even so, her eyes were red.

Qin An reached out and pulled Li Qingwan's hand over as well.

Hot water dripped from my fingertips, filling the room with warmth.

"I know you miss me." His voice was low. "I'm here now. What's on your mind?"

Dan Bing decided to cut to the chase, stood up, walked up to Qin An, and openly took off her clothes.

Qin An leaned against the edge of the bathtub, his gaze fixed on her.

Shan Bing was born into a military family and was tall and slender.

After giving birth, instead of becoming loose, she became a bit fuller, but her waistline remained firm, and she looked like a ripe peach.

"What are you looking at?" Shan Bing felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

Qin An curled the corners of his lips: "You look even better than before."

Dan Bing spat and stepped into the bath.

Li Qingwan stood there, somewhat hesitant.

Qin An turned to look at her: "Aren't you coming in?"

"I..." Li Qingwan bit her lip, "After giving birth, my body hasn't fully recovered, and I don't look very good."

She was indeed a little nervous.

Although I've long since finished my postpartum confinement and my figure has recovered, I still have a bit of a belly, and the stretch marks on my stomach haven't completely faded.

Compared to Shan Bing, who practices martial arts, her postpartum recovery is not as fast.

Upon hearing this, Qin An carefully examined her for a few moments.

She was dressed in loose clothing today, so her figure was not visible.

Even in the dim candlelight, one could still see the thin layer of shyness on her face and her slightly trembling shoulders.

Dan Bing reached out to pull her in, saying, "Come on in, stop dawdling. He doesn't mind someone like me with my rough hands and feet, so why would he mind you?"

Li Qingwan was pulled so hard that she had no choice but to take off her clothes.

Under the warm yellow light, Qin An's gaze slowly wandered over her.

Her figure was a bit rounder than before, and there were still a few faint marks on her lower abdomen, but her skin was becoming more and more delicate and soft, like the finest mutton fat jade.

Li Qingwan felt hot all over from his gaze and couldn't help but hide behind Shan Bing.

But Qin An grabbed her and gently stroked her belly with his fingers.

"What's wrong with how you look? You were a bit thinner before, but you feel much better now!" Qin An's tone was very serious. "Every mark here is a badge of honor."

Seeing that he showed no disgust whatsoever, but instead showed even more affection, Li Qingwan's nose tingled, and tears almost fell.

Her feeling of being touched didn't last long, because Qin An's attention quickly shifted upwards from her stomach.

Li Qingwan was originally a typical example of someone who achieves great things from small beginnings, and now that she is breastfeeding, her charm is even more astonishing.

Qin An subconsciously swallowed and asked, "With so much breast milk, doesn't your breasts get painfully engorged?"

Li Qingwan, who was still immersed in being moved, was stunned for a moment, then her whole face turned red, and she said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Occasionally."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Qin An reached out his hand to her. "Come here, I'll help you."

Dan Bing chuckled and teased, "Husband, you'd better watch your mouth. Qingwan is still feeding my son. Don't let him go hungry."

As she spoke, she gave Li Qingwan a push from behind.

Li Qingwan slipped and fell into Qin An's arms, splashing water and steam rising everywhere.

……

It was past midnight when I came out of the bathhouse.

Li Qingwan and Shan Bing helped each other back to their own courtyard. One of them blushed so deeply that her face looked like it was about to bleed, while the other didn't forget to turn back and give Qin An a flirtatious wink.

Qin An stood under the eaves, letting the night breeze blow on him. Instead of feeling tired, he felt refreshed.

He looked up at the direction of the side courtyard, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.

They are all my women. Although there may be some favoritism, I should try my best to treat them equally.

"Tonight is destined to be busy, but it will all be worth it." Qin An had a kind of happy trouble.

When he arrived, Tong Rong was still awake.

The light in the room was still on, and the door was ajar. She was sitting under the lamp sewing a small garment when she heard footsteps. She paused, looked up, and saw Qin An. She was slightly taken aback.

"You...why are you here?" She put down her needlework, stood up, and asked in a surprised tone.

Qin An closed the door behind him, walked up to her, and looked at her face: "You haven't said more than a few words to me all day."

Tong Rong lowered her eyes: "Madam and the others have been waiting for you for a year, I can't very well step forward and take it from them."

"Then I'm coming to you myself," Qin An said in a low voice.

Tong Rong blushed slightly and turned away, saying, "You're already tired enough tonight, you don't need to waste any more time here."

Qin An didn't answer, but simply reached out and pulled her wrist, drawing her into his arms.

Tong Rong stiffened, but did not break free.

She had a very faint scent of soapberry mixed with a hint of mugwort, and she looked clean and simple, completely different from when she was on the front lines.

Qin An looked down at her and suddenly said, "You've changed a lot."

Tong Rong buried her face in his chest and said in a muffled voice, "What's changed?"

"Back on the front lines, you were much bolder than you are now," Qin An said. "Now you've become quite reserved."

As he said this, Qin An couldn't help but recall the scene when he saw her off in Shancheng.

Tong Rong at that time was exceptionally bold; he still fondly recalled the other woman's charm in the carriage.

Tong Rong was silent for a moment before saying softly, "It's different."

"Why is it different?"

She raised her head, her eyes shining brightly under the light: "Back in the Wang family, I had to live by reading people's faces. If I didn't try to please them, I wouldn't get anything."

"But when I got here, I realized that people in a family don't have to fight each other."

As she spoke, her voice lowered again: "You all treat me with sincerity, and I want to be like a respectable woman, no longer relying on those methods to beg for pity."

Qin An's heart softened upon hearing this, and he reached out to stroke her hair: "You are now a respectable person, my woman. You don't need to ask for anything from me."

Tong Rong's eyes were slightly red, and she softly hummed in agreement.

Qin An didn't say anything more, bent down, picked her up horizontally, and walked into the inner room.

Tong Rong finally gave up and didn't refuse again.

Her composure ultimately crumbled in front of Qin An.

After Tong Rong followed in Yang Yuyan's footsteps, Qin An hesitated for a moment, but still chose to withdraw.

When I came out of Tong Rong's house, the night was already deeper.

He stood in the courtyard for a moment, then, as if possessed, he turned and walked towards the side room where the Cai Yan and Cai Zhen sisters lived!