As he spoke, Tang Zan pressed Pei Shu’er down onto the heated brick bed and kissed her thoroughly.
Not until Pei Shu’er was panting did he reluctantly let go.
Still feeling unsatisfied, he lightly bit her neck.
Pei Shu’er let out a light groan, Tang Zan’s eyes darkened.
"If it weren’t broad daylight, I would have made love to you."
Pei Shu’er’s cheeks turned crimson, and she quietly retorted.
"Well, thank you for your good habit of not engaging in broad daylight indulgence."
Tang Zan, finding it both funny and frustrating, dressed Pei Shu’er. His fingers rested on the inside of her wrist, his magnetic voice teasing.
"Sounds like you find it a bit regrettable?"
Pei Shu’er sensed Tang Zan’s fingers exploring slowly and dared not tease him any further.
It was already this late; if they didn’t get up now, she wouldn’t know how Liu Xu and Tang Qingning would tease them.
"Let’s eat, I’m hungry."
Pei Shu’er genuinely felt hungry. Normally, they had breakfast at seven in the morning, and it was almost time for lunch now.
The two went to the dining hall and found it packed with people sitting tightly together.
Upon seeing them, everyone first glanced quickly, then tactfully lowered their heads to stifle their laughs.
Pei Shu’er sat at the main table, and Liu Xu gently touched the back of her hand.
"Good child, you must be exhausted, quickly eat."
Pei Shu’er was just about to correct her when she noticed everyone at the table smiling slyly, looking at the bite mark on her neck.
Her cheeks flushed, and she instinctively tightened the scarf around her neck to cover it more securely.
She shot a reproachful glance at Tang Zan, who appeared completely unfazed.
Tang Peizhong asked Tang Zan, "Are you hurt?"
He couldn’t ask more, knowing that the missions carried out in the army needed confidentiality.
Tang Zan looked at Pei Shu’er with tender eyes.
"No, Father, all thanks to Shu’er."
Tang Peizhong glanced at Pei Shu’er, nodding slightly.
In this exile, having gained such a daughter-in-law was quite a good outcome.
After the meal, Tang Zan taught Pei Shu’er martial arts.
He noticed that Pei Shu’er had improved rapidly during this period. Her techniques were faster and more aggressive than before, and she had also learned to gather power.
He thought about the water Pei Shu’er had given him.
"The water in your canteen also did wonders."
Pei Shu’er nodded, just wishing for this topic to pass quickly, the more they talked about the Spiritual Spring Water, the more flaws there could be.
Pei Shu’er asked, "Am I swinging the sword correctly ?"
Tang Zan’s chest was pressed against Pei Shu’er’s back as he corrected the angle of her sword swing.
Pei Shu’er indeed felt that it was much easier and smoother than it had been before.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Tang Zan.
"So this is the right way. I knew something was wrong when the move was so tiring; turns out I was doing it wrong."
Tang Zan had a smile at the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of mischief.
"Then why don’t you give your husband a kiss as a thank you? After all, without me, you’d still be using the wrong techniques."
He felt a bit of anticipation in his heart, but he also knew Pei Shu’er wouldn’t kiss him.
Pei Shu’er looked around and found no one else, then slowly leaned toward Tang Zan.
Tang Zan’s eyes lit up, filled with surprise and amusement.
If she was taking the initiative, didn’t it mean that he held a significant place in her heart?
At the very least, Pei Shu’er saw him as her husband, not just a partner.
Tang Zan’s eyes were full of tenderness, and before Pei Shu’er could kiss him, he had already pulled her in by the waist and kissed her.
Pei Shu’er’s sword fell to the ground, and she wrapped her arm around Tang Zan’s waist.
She felt Tang Zan’s powerful aura enveloping her, along with his domineering approach, leaving her almost defenseless.
When she felt the air in her chest depleting, Tang Zan finally released her, resting his chin on her shoulder to catch his breath.
"Why do you keep enticing me?"
Pei Shu’er: "...I feel a bit wronged."
Tang Zan nibbled her earlobe: "Your very presence is a temptation for me. Do you know how it feels to see you every day but not be able to have you?"
Pei Shu’er’s cheeks flushed; she slowly shook her head.
Tang Zan said, "I’m going crazy, Pei Shu’er, I’m really afraid that one day, I’ll end up devouring you."
Pei Shu’er looked at Tang Zan with horror, recalling the incident where Tang Zan bit an opponent to death.
"Cannibalism is wrong."
Tang Zan found it both laughable and exasperating as he pinched Pei Shu’er’s cheek. His wife was simply too innocent—as if there’s only one way to ’devour’ someone.
She pushed on Tang Zan’s chest. "You should go now, it’s almost your shift."
Tang Zan reluctantly let go of Pei Shu’er and headed to the stables to ride his horse.
Pei Shu’er had someone pack some food for Tang Zan, and she followed him to the stables. Once on the horse, Tang Zan leaned down and planted a kiss on Pei Shu’er’s lips.
"I’ll be back tonight."
With that, Tang Zan flicked his whip and rode away. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Pei Shu’er waited for a while until Yinxing brought over the packages, which were quite comprehensive.
Pei Shu’er thought for a moment and decided to deliver them to Tang Zan anyway.
She really didn’t want to admit it, but even after separating for just a little while, she missed him already.
By this time, Tang Zan had already arrived at the military camp, and people in the camp looked at him oddly.
Tang Zan didn’t pay any attention to it and handed his horse over to someone at the stables.
While walking to his post, everyone kept glancing at him.
In those glances, he didn’t see the usual apprehension or flattery.
Upon reaching his post, Tang Zan’s subordinates all seemed like they had something to say but couldn’t find the words. In their eyes wasn’t hatred, but complexity.
Tang Zan’s gaze fell on Xuan Liu, who stepped forward, ready to report, when Yan Hengyin approached, accompanied by Commander Qian in a white brocade robe.
When Commander Qian saw Tang Zan, his face wore a playful and mocking smile.
"Oh, isn’t this Commander Lin?"
Yan Hengyin looked at Tang Zan, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment.
Previously, Tang Zan was nothing more than a rival in his eyes.
But now, Tang Zan had become a thorn in his side.
He was Pei Shu’er’s husband.
Every time he saw Tang Zan, he imagined Pei Shu’er laughing in this disabled man’s arms.
Yan Hengyin no longer wore a gentle smile; his expression turned icy.
"He’s no longer a Commander, perhaps the shortest-serving Commander in Gulan Military Camp."
Tang Zan frowned but remained silent, curious to see what game they were playing.
Seeing Tang Zan’s clueless expression, Yan Hengyin felt a smug satisfaction, and he looked over at Commander Qian.
Commander Qian, filled with a sense of triumph, gazed at Tang Zan, his eyes brimming with a nearly tangible hatred.
"The War King’s Young Master, thought he kept his identity well-hidden, didn’t he? Turns out, his identity has already been exposed, hasn’t it?"
"Young Master, no, Disgraced Young Master, weren’t you treating the entire military camp as fools?"