The Family of Time Travel Has an Ugly Wife

After the end of the third strange celestial phenomenon, there were many more travelers in the town.

At this time, travelers like Shan Yu and Er Zhu, who had experienced the incident of burning books, were quiet for a while due to the bloody plagiarism incident. For example, the girl who sold stinky tofu and makeup did not come out for a long time to set up her stalls.

On the contrary, the third batch of travelers were very ‘out of the box.’

Shan Yu felt that the crime rate around him was obviously rising. From time to time, there were theft, robbery, rape, and other evil deeds, with the most infuriating thing was that children were also among the victims.

He heard from the constables who came to the medical clinic that there were several cases of rape and defilement during home invasions, so during the daytime when he sat in the medical clinic, he took Wan Qiu and the little bun with him for their safety.

On one such day, an acquaintance, Song Zhao, came to the medical clinic. He was a man Shan Yu knew but not very well.

Song Zhao was engaged to Wan Qiu since childhood, but because the real owner Shan Yu peeked at Wan Qiu back then, the engagement was broken.

When Shan Yu took Song Zhao’s pulse, he found that Song Zhao stared at Wan Qiu behind him. His heart flashed with displeasure, and he turned sideways to block Song Zhao’s line of sight, asking, “Where are you uncomfortable?”

“Oh, there is nothing uncomfortable,” Song Zhao replied. “I just wanted to get some wound medicine…” Song Zhao stretched out his neck and looked squarely at Wan Qiu, his eyes displaying a light that made Shan Yu feel very uncomfortable.

Shan Yu frowned. Although he had some contact with Song Zhao before, his impression was the man was a quiet and honest person. Today, however, Song Zhao seemed to have changed, appearing rude and intrusive.

Shan Yu’s heart burned with anger for a moment. Er Zhu, who was visiting, spoke up first: “Song Zhao? What are you looking at? Do you want to lose your eyes?”

Song Zhao hemmed and hawed, laughed a few times, took the medicine, and left, casting a last glance toward Wan Qiu.

Er Zhu tsked and asked Shan Yu with a raised eyebrow, “Did you see that?”

Shan Yu raised his own eyebrows and asked, “Just like us?”

Er Zhu nodded, “Uh-huh. I saw Song Zhao the other day in the brothel, with his arms around a woman. I heard my mother say that he went to the mountains to cut wood and came back with a changed temperament, he even beat his wife. Look at his body—where are the injuries? I think the medicine is clearly meant for his wife.”

Shan Yu picked up on the key points: “So why did you encounter him at the brothel? Did you go to the brothel?”

Er Zhu nodded, explaining that there was a little girl in the brothel who looked somewhat similar to Lian Zhou.

Shan Yu was momentarily at a loss for words at the man, and when he looked back at Wan Qiu, he saw that he was holding their little bun and looking at him with worry and nervousness.

Wan Qiu, afraid that Song Zhao just now might upset Shan Yu or attract unwanted comments, moved carefully to Shan Yu’s side and softly called out, “Husband…”

Shan Yu was indeed unhappy, but his anger was directed solely at Song Zhao and would not affect his feelings toward the innocent Wan Qiu.

He pulled the child and Wan Qiu close and gently patted his back, saying warmly, “You don’t need to cook this noon. We’ll go out to eat. I heard the restaurant has a new dish. Let’s go try it.”

Wan Qiu, who was a little worried before, felt a sense of peace as Shan Yu’s reassuring touch settled his mind. His ears turned red as he said, “Then I’ll go change into another piece of clothing; my clothes are covered in our son’s saliva.”

Shan Yu nodded and reached out to take the little bun, noticing that he felt a little heavier than usual.

The little bun was holding a herb-boiled teething stick in both hands, gnawing on it with his little head tilted. When he saw Shan Yu holding him, he stomped his short, lotus-root-like legs, grinning happily and calling out, “Daddy~ Daddy~.”

The little bun, just over a year old, was at that sweet, milky-soft age. His dark eyes looked up at everyone, melting hearts with his cuteness.

Er Zhu wanted to hug him too but was mercilessly rejected by Shan Yu.

“Fuck! So stingy~”

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The group went to a restaurant for lunch, and on their way out, they passed by the grain store. Shan Yu went in to make another purchase.

Wan Qiu pursed his lips and said, “Husband, our rice, flour, grain, and oil are not out yet. Why are you buying more? If we don’t use it for a long time, it will go bad.”

Shan Yu smiled, “It’s nothing. I have plenty of money anyway.”

Grandpa Yaba signalled, [You… have a problem.]

Er Zhu quietly asked Shan Yu, “Are you stocking up on food because you think there will be a war?”

Shan Yu glanced at Wan Qiu and Grandpa Yaba who were following him, holding the little bun in one hand and carrying the food in the other. He nodded.

Er Zhu snorted, “Is it just because of what you saw in the Deadly Forest? Aren’t you being too sensitive?”

“In the middle of the night, deep in the mountains and old forests, so many people gathered— what else is there if not practicing or planning rebellion…”

“Your statement is too subjective; there’s no basis at all.”

Shan Yu laughed and chose not to discuss it further with Er Zhu.

At first, he couldn’t figure out why the emperor was interested in Lian Zhou. Apart from genuine affection, the only possible reason seemed to be the Lian family’s wealth.

But in a time of peace and prosperity, when the treasury was full, why would the emperor want someone else’s family fortune?

Was it pure greed for money? Or was there a deeper purpose?

Shan Yu investigated as much as he could.

The dynasty he came from had fought a great war with a neighbouring country ten years ago, and the father of the current emperor was killed in that conflict.

Now, ten years later, the peace treaty between the two countries was about to expire. The young prince, who had grown into a cold-blooded, wise emperor, might seek revenge for his father. A blood debt was not out of the question.

At that time, Shan Yu thought it was very likely that the emperor wanted to go to war, thus requiring financial and material support. As events unfolded, this idea seemed increasingly plausible.

The emperor had taken advantage of Yun Zhongjun to incite a bloody incident of burning books and rummaged through the homes of many people, including the Lian family.

The assets of these people were all confiscated. With the emperor having ample funds, he consolidated his regime, and with the Lian family located in the southwest border area, they would serve as a ready-made supply point in case of war.

Coupled with the tight food supply and rising prices after the New Year Festival, as well as the large-scale gathering of people seen in the Deadly Forest, Shan Yu became increasingly certain that his conjecture was correct.

Before he crossed over, he was a leader and his sensitivity to politics was far greater than that of ordinary people. Accustomed to navigating the treacherous waters of business, he was inclined to view phenomena through a pessimistic lens.

War was the worst-case scenario for Shan Yu. Relying on his intuition and judgment, he prepared for a storm.

Er Zhu and Shan Yu chatted for a few more minutes. When they arrived at the entrance of the medical clinic, they spotted two figures deep in the alley.

One was large, and the other was small—one squatting and one standing.

The alley was secluded and it was a place often frequented by Lian Zhou and Er Zhu for their thirst, Er Zhu took a closer look and then turned to Shan Yu, who also glanced over.

Shan Yu frowned.

The weather was gradually warming up after the rain, but the alley remained cold and wrapped in a chilly wind that made people sweat.

A small but pretty beggar, dressed in a tattered top and appearing to be under ten years old, stared longingly at the sugar cube in Song Zhao’s hand. Song Zhao, with a voice more seductive than a devil’s, smiled and said: “Let brother touch it, and I’ll give it to you to eat, okay?”

Note

Damn, a fucking pedo