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"Do you like me?" Muer scoffed and turned away, not even glancing at him.
Shilemod's coral-red earrings swayed violently as he strode forward. He reached out to grab Muer's back but then withdrew his hand. "Regardless, you have already become our shared wife. Whether you agree or not, the Saqiya Tribe has consented, and the Wolf King has also approved. As for you, we will ensure that you come to accept it. If you don't like me now, I can wait until the day you do, but please don't push me away."
"We know about the injuries and insults you suffered in the Tianqi Military Camp. He Mu Ming won't last much longer. My brother and I have prepared a special kind of Xin Xiang—one is Manjusaka and the other is Celestial Enchantment. These two types of Xin Xiang intertwined with caterpillar fungus from Tianshan can nurture a kind of Gu worm that will make He Mu Ming suffer the agony of being devoured by countless insects before he ultimately becomes nothing but a husk."
Muer pressed his lips together. "When did you raise them?"
Such Gu worms couldn't be cultivated in just a few months, especially since the required Xin Xiang needed daily nurturing with secret techniques; otherwise, all efforts would be in vain. The amount of effort invested was unimaginable.
Seeing that Muer was engaging with him, Shilemod's alluring eyes slightly lifted at the corners as he said, "On the day you returned to the Wolf Court, Zhuo Fan had already informed us. This plan was discussed between him and us. If we calculate the time, he should be close to success by now."
Muer ultimately said nothing more and instructed Zhen Duo to drive them out of Crescent Moon Cottage.
How could he ever earn their genuine affection? If he weren't his brother's full-blooded sibling, would they still like him? Becoming a shared wife—a public joke among the noble wolves—was something his brother had actually agreed to. Could this gift truly be divided into three parts?
The next day, Shilemod seemed determined to prove something by delivering a letter from Qingshan to Crescent Moon Cottage.
Taking the letter from Zhen Duo, Muer gently opened it and saw that it read: He Mu Ming is dead; chaos has erupted in Lan Prefecture.
In just ten short words, chaos had engulfed Lan Prefecture's military, and Wolf King Mu Heze seized this opportunity to reclaim the lost territory of the Wolf Tribe.
He was dead, yet why couldn’t Muer feel happy? He should have hated him, but instead, he felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him. Muer stared at the letter for a long time before burning it.
Qingshan had returned; he was the first person whom the Wolf King personally decreed to marry Muer. Thus, this marriage could be seen as Muer being pressured by Mu Le Sun and Shilemod through the customs of the Wolf Tribe to marry him as well.
But whether marrying one or two was the same; marrying three was no different either.
The day of the wedding arrived quickly. To prevent any rumors about Muer losing his virginity before marriage from spreading, a grand wedding was held just days after the Wolf King returned to the Wolf Court.
It was a somewhat absurd wedding.
Respect for hierarchy and age was paramount. Muer first swore an oath to Tengri alongside Mule Sun, followed by Shilemod and Qingshan.
He hoped Tengri would not hold it against him; he was a greedy Kun Ze, after all. How could he dare to wish for the love of three Tianqians at once?
It had been a long time since the nobility had held such a unique wedding. A great number of people from the Saqiya Tribe arrived, and it wasn't until late at night that Mule Sun, Shilemod, and Qingshan entered Muer's room and discovered the issue.
Standing before Muer, Mule Sun spoke first, "Muer has just taken the secret potion; let me mark him first, and you can wait a while..."
Shilemod interrupted him, "Brother, I grew up with Muer. If I hadn't mentioned Tengri's rules, how would Wolf King have agreed to this marriage? I think I should mark him first..."
Muer glanced at the two of them when suddenly Qingshan stepped forward and offered a cup of tea to Muer. "It's been a while; you must be thirsty."
Shilemod: "..."
Mule Sun: "..."
They had lost.
In the end, Muer indeed chose to keep Qingshan.
The first favor ended with Qingshan's victory.
Even after taking the secret potion, the marking between different Tianqians still required time to settle. Despite their blood relation, this timing was unpredictable—it could take days, months, or even years. Therefore, in families that practiced shared wives, the first Tianqian marked by Kun Ze was usually the one he loved most.
Shilemod pouted as he sat on the doorframe, listening to the intermittent sobs from inside. Frustrated, he clinked his cup with Mule Sun's and took a large gulp of his drink.
In truth, they would have preferred to be inside, but Muer was shy and had kicked them out. To avoid rumors spreading the next day that they had been neglected by Muer in favor of a slave, the two brothers remained on the doorframe, passing a jug back and forth without any intention of leaving.
They could hear the low moans of Kun Ze and the muffled sounds of Tianqians from within. The two of them wished they could rush in right now and pull Qingshan away from Muer. But they couldn't; doing so would lead to one of the greatest taboos in shared marriages—Tianqians competing out of jealousy—and Kun Ze would undoubtedly be hurt.
Because the Wolf King returned to the Wolf Court, there were still many matters left unresolved. Shilemod had remained in the Wolf Capital, while Muler was dispatched to the border to guard against attacks from the Heaven's Revelation Soldiers.
Qingshan held the title of Grand General of the Left Demon Wheel, a position he received for saving Muer and for saving the Wolf King’s life on the battlefield. It had been a long time since anyone had held this position; all that remained of the Left Demon Wheel was an empty title, with few troops under his command.
Thus, when Muer proposed to visit He Mu Ming in the capital of Tianqi for one last farewell and to witness the splendor of the capital, Qingshan readily agreed without hesitation.
Muer wore his Xin Xiang, a rich fragrance of fresh grass that wafted from him and filled Qingshan's senses, bringing him an indescribable joy at all times.
Just a few days after entering the capital, He Mu Ming’s body was returned, and at the same time, two noble figures arrived in the capital. They seemed to be people Muer had encountered previously at the Military Camp in Lan Prefecture.
In the distance, white spiritual banners fluttered as passersby mourned He Mu Ming’s passing, but only Muer and Qingshan felt an overwhelming excitement.
Muer stood still, staring at the coffin.
He is your hero, yet he is a shame branded on my body.
In the distance, a familiar figure seemed to flash by in the carriage window. Muer turned to look and saw a familiar silhouette suddenly appear at the front carriage window.
The young boy had a youthful face and looked in his direction with a slight daze. Muer recognized him immediately.
He was the Little Apothecary Boy whom Muer had knocked out when he fled from He Mu Ming’s tent.
He was also Kun Ze; Muer recognized him at first sight. He had considered revealing his identity, but doing so would only create another unfortunate Kun Ze in this world without any real benefit.
“Let’s get out of here,” Muer said as he grabbed Qingshan by the collar and pulled him away from the crowd.
They moved against the tide of people, surrounded by throngs of common folk who gathered to witness the hero's return.
"What's wrong?" After leaving the crowded area, Qingshan asked as he held him close.
Muer glanced around, noticing that no one was following them. He wasn't sure if Kun Ze hadn't recognized him or if he simply didn't want to make a fuss by sending someone after him. Either way, they couldn't stay here for long.
"Nothing, I'm just tired. Let's head back to the inn."
Qingshan nodded in agreement and wrapped an arm around him as they made their way back to the inn.
Not long after leaving the capital, Muer had been looking forward to seeing the bustling Jiangnan in Tianqi, but at that moment, he suddenly realized he was pregnant again.
After six months, he was finally expecting another child—this one was a symbol of his love, a hope born from him and Qingshan.
Seeing this, Qingshan decided not to linger in Tianqi and took him back to the Wolf Tribe. Meanwhile, in the Saqiya Tribe, Shilemod and Muer's other partners had already heard the good news and began celebrating. They decorated the entire residence festively, which made Muer question their taste.
Since they shared a wife, this child would be theirs together; they were all fathers to the child.
Surrounded by their care and concern, Muer was constantly asked if he was tired or needed to rest.
Looking at the eager faces of Muler Sun and Shilemod, Muer couldn't help but smile slightly. He gazed into the distance at a fledgling hawk soaring through the sky, its tender wings spread wide as it traced a streak of white light.
A child born from love was the only reason for coming into this world.
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