“They, too, have their difficulties. As a wife, why must you make things hard for your own man… To be a good wife, one must understand… certain things, at certain times… one must be considerate of one's husband.

If a woman does not know how to be understanding, it will only lead to a lifetime of tragedy. Do you understand me?

Even if you don't grasp it now, you must try your best to comprehend!” His own daughter was already someone else's wife. Though it was hasty, she still needed to be quickly instructed in the way of being a wife by her mother… This was the most crucial lesson in a woman’s life… “I understand, I truly do… Thank you for your guidance, Mother.” Madam Miao shook her head with a wry smile; her daughter… her wish was indeed terribly greedy.

“But why is Jun Ye also drunk? Does he, too, have some hidden sorrow?” Miao Xiaomiao asked immediately.

“Silly girl, their drunkenness is because of you, but Mo Jun Ye’s intoxication is because of them! Everyone has a limit to what they can bear.

It’s not as if one can only get drunk if they have worries! Anyone who drinks too much will eventually get drunk!” Madam Miao shook her head, a doting smile playing on her lips as she looked at her daughter.

“Heh… I see now.” Miao Xiaomiao’s delicate face flushed slightly, and she immediately added, “Mother, look at these men; they are all passed out on the floor, utterly devoid of grace. But my Jun Ye is still elegantly slumped over the table… he isn’t even snoring!

Hee hee… Jun Ye, even when drunk, carries himself with such poise. For that alone, Jun Ye is better than all those others…” Madam Miao was dumbfounded: What did she mean, 'poise even while drunk'?

Does a drunken man even know what poise is? How can you even compare them?

Never mind, she decided not to say anything more. In her daughter’s eyes right now, Mo Jun Ye was an absolute paragon of perfection!

“Enough. Hurry up and call a few servants to help carry your Jun Ye to the guest room to rest.

I will call others to take these young masters to their rooms as well… I imagine your father has also had his fill. Joy makes them drink, sorrow makes them drink—why must it always be us wives who suffer the consequences…” Madam Miao frowned slightly.

“Mother…” Miao Xiaomiao called out in a spoiled tone, “The beds in the guest rooms are so hard, they aren't comfortable at all! And… with so many people drunk together, the smell must be dreadful… wouldn’t that ruin Jun Ye?

The conditions there are far too poor…” Poor conditions in the guest room? Madam Miao held her forehead and sighed: That is the finest guest room in the Illusionary Residence, a standard top-tier suite—how could the conditions possibly be bad… “Then what do you suggest we do?” Madam Miao looked at her daughter.

“We absolutely cannot use the guest room…” Miao Xiaomiao pouted. “Fine, fine.

What should happen and what shouldn't have happened has already transpired…” Madam Miao conceded helplessly. “You and Little Bean Sprout can carry him to your embroidery chamber to rest.

But you must agree to sleep in my room tonight, alright?” The Madam was an experienced woman; how could she not realize her precious daughter was no longer an untouched bud? However, they were only nominally betrothed for now; they couldn't appear too intimate… “I know, Mother…” Miao Xiaomiao replied, blushing but filled with delight.

“I’ll look after him for a while, then I’ll come over.” Saying this, she beckoned for Little Bean Sprout to approach. She then bent down and carefully lifted Young Master Jun.

Given her current cultivation at the Venerable level, carrying Young Master Jun’s one hundred-plus pound body was no burden at all. She then hurried away, only her constant instructions to Little Bean Sprout—prepare hot water, prepare towels, prepare sobering soup…—could be heard along the way.

Madam Miao watched her daughter’s retreating figure and shook her head with a bitter smile. Her daughter was truly growing up… Meanwhile, Miao Xiaomiao, cradling a large living man with utmost care, ascended to her embroidery chamber.

She gently placed Mo Jun Ye onto her own bed, then instructed Little Bean Sprout to very carefully remove his outer robe, followed by his shoes and socks, wiping his face with a warm, damp towel… After tidying up all the small necessities, she sent Little Bean Sprout away. She then sat by the bedside, resting her cheek on her hand, gazing raptly at the utterly ordinary face before her.

As she thought, a tender smile blossomed on her features… What a troublesome man—where exactly did he captivate me? How is it that in such a short time, we have come to depend on each other for life and death?

When I don't see him for a moment, my heart feels hollow. Lost in thought, she almost subconsciously extended a finger and gently traced his cheek.

Her jade finger, slender and soft, conveyed an infinite tenderness… an affection as deep and endless as the sea… But this nearly unconscious touch… actually provoked a reaction… Miao Xiaomiao abruptly realized her hand had been firmly grasped by a large palm… Startled, she looked up, only to see the drunkard, whom she and Little Bean Sprout had been manipulating as if he were a corpse, open his eyes. Those clear eyes regarded her with a smile that spoke of a successful scheme… “Ah…” Miao Xiaomiao’s mind instantly short-circuited.

“You’re awake?” “Awake?” Jun Mo Xie curled his lip. “Your husband here was never drunk.

If I wasn't drunk, why wouldn't I wake up—working hard, working hard—” “You weren’t drunk!” Miao Xiaomiao felt her brain failing to keep up. “You drank so much wine… how could you not be drunk?” “Alas… they were drowning their sorrows, desperately seeking oblivion, intentionally not pushing their tolerance.

But my own tolerance for alcohol is naturally high, and I have no sorrows right now. On top of that, I successfully won the beauty’s favor… As the saying goes, good news invigorates the spirit.

How could I possibly get drunk? But if I hadn't pretended to pass out, I’d still have countless people forcing more drink on me.

I’m smart enough—is staging a drunken exit really that surprising?” “…You…” Miao Xiaomiao was speechless. Seeing the cunning triumph sparkling in his eyes, she was both annoyed and amused: He managed such a ploy in that setting; he really is wicked… “Oh, right… it seems this place… is far more comfortable than that pool back in Yue Cai.

And there are only the two of us here…” Young Master Jun gave her an intimately suggestive smile, patting the soft mattress with his hand, his lips curving into a grin. “Wifey~” Seeing the familiar gleam of desire in his eyes, Miao Xiaomiao knew exactly what he intended.

Her face flushed crimson. “But… but my mother said…” “But… but tonight, this young master intends to taste the flavor of the Illusionary Residence’s number one beauty,” Jun Mo Xie narrowed his eyes and chuckled wickedly.

“And I intend to taste it thoroughly, top to bottom… one little bit at a time…” Before Miao Xiaomiao could react, a large hand had already swept across her waist… With a soft moan, she drifted into a daze, only realizing when she vaguely regained consciousness that she had been pulled onto the bed by someone… and her clothes were already half gone… Just as she was about to resist, to reason with him, a pair of large hands settled upon her delicate, proud breasts… Miao Xiaomiao gasped, her eyes clouded with desire, feeling utterly drained of the strength to even speak… Forget it then… Young Master Jun rolled over in one swift move, claiming the superior position… In the embroidery chamber, springtime beauty reigned supreme for a time… The next morning, outside the gates of the Miao family in the Illusionary Residence, a crowd had already gathered early. And every single person there was a master practitioner; nearly all the Saint Sovereign experts of the Illusionary Residence were present, as were the patriarchs of various great families.

Cao Guofeng and the other six were also among the assembled. Miao Jingyun stared intently towards the faintly brightening east, looking rather agitated… Today was the day every hundred years when all the masters of the Illusionary Residence entered the Spirit Medicine Garden.

Everyone was accounted for, except for two people: For the younger generation, there were only two slots reserved—Mo Jun Ye and Miao Xiaomiao! And now, neither of them had arrived!

These two were late together… “You, go to the guest room! Drag Mo Jun Ye out of bed!

You, go to the base of the embroidery tower and wake up Miao Miao. What time is it already!

I am truly disappointed in you!” Miao Jingyun had also drunk quite a bit last night, completely unaware that his granddaughter had carried off the great genius Mo Ye the previous night… On this supremely important day, the only two individuals most likely to reap the greatest rewards had apparently gone missing in the sweet slumber of spring… The Spirit Medicine Garden only opened once a century. Everyone needed to take advantage of this single day to gather the spiritual herbs they required.

They had already delayed for nearly half an hour, which meant everyone had missed out on gathering several more herbs! If tallied up, this amounted to an immense fortune, and that fortune had vanished into thin air while these two slept blissfully unaware… “Perhaps I should be the one to wake Miao Miao.” Miao Huanyu felt a touch of awkwardness.

As the master of the Spirit Medicine Garden, he only spent two months a year at home—one month he reserved for the family reunion during the Golden Autumn Festival, and the other month was this month when the Spirit Medicine Garden opened. The rest of the time, he resided within the Garden itself.

Seeing his own daughter, the one most expected to succeed him, nowhere in sight at this crucial moment, the usually composed Miao Huanyu was puzzled. Little Miao always took these matters seriously; what was going on today?

When Miao Huanyu arrived below his daughter’s embroidery tower, before he could even call out, he was confronted with a scene that could drive him wild: Miao Xiaomiao and Jun Mo Xie descended, faces filled with tender affection, leaning on each other in lingering intimacy… Looking at their demeanor, even a fool could guess what had transpired last night… Not to mention Miao Xiaomiao’s current weak state, which seemed impossible to conceal… A surge of nameless rage flared up from Miao Huanyu’s core! Any father, no matter how satisfied with his son-in-law, seeing his daughter essentially caught in flagrante delicto like this… the emotions within are intensely complicated!

Miao Huanyu’s composure instantly vanished. Gritting his teeth and glaring, he roared in a low voice, “You two little beasts!

What in the world have you two been doing!”