My Wife is A Sword God

The soldiers who were sent to confront the Netherworld’s army in the southern region returned triumphantly, and Emperor Ming led everyone to stand atop the city gate, awaiting their arrival.

The resounding beat of drums echoed through the sky, accompanied by cheers.

Emperor Ming, who knew the details of the situation, couldn’t help but show a relieved expression when he looked at the handsome figure among the crowd.

However, this relief turned into a silent sigh when he saw his daughter in the crowd.

As a princess of the country, she hadn’t even entered the door yet and was already so impatient. This temperament of hers was truly worlds apart from her mother’s.

‘She’s so easily influenced. How can she compete with the other two in the future?’

Thinking of this, Emperor Ming suddenly paused. He had almost forgotten, even if he was well-versed in the art of attacking the heart, what use would it be against the daughter of the Liu family and the daughter of the Dragon Clan?

Those two women were both stronger than him.

The soldiers returned from their long journey and naturally went back to rest at their residences.

Only some of the main generals and members of the Southern Demon Slaying Department, after tidying up, went to the court to report on the situation of the battle.

Time passed quickly with these back and forth activities.

By the time Emperor Ming left court and returned to his study, it was already midday.

The crisis seemed to have passed, but there were still more dangers ahead.

“The alliance of the three realms and facing the chaos of the world.” Emperor Ming thought of the National Teacher’s reply and looked towards a direction in the palace, where the Floating Dragon Hall was located.

Now that eight golden dragons had been revived in the Floating Dragon Hall, if the last one could also open its eyes and clear the void…

Then he would be the emperor of eternity, the master of prosperity!

But, how easy was that?

He turned and entered the study. A scroll hung quietly on the wall, and although the divine sword was sheathed, its blade still gleamed brightly.

The Xuanyuan Divine Sword, the sword of the emperor, was infinitely powerful.

But those who drew the sword couldn’t live long.

After all, using the luck of the human world and one’s own energy as bait, how could one not suffer backlash?

But the problem was, who didn’t want to be an eternal emperor of the human world?

Emperor Ming’s eyes flickered with complex expressions.

Just then, a graceful figure entered the study, it was Princess Anya.

“Father.”

Emperor Ming smiled ambiguously, “I thought that once you had a lover, you would forget about your father.”

A rosy blush crept onto Anya’s lovely cheeks as she retorted coquettishly, “Father!”

How long had it been since Anya had shown such a shy demeanor?

Emperor Ming reminisced for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. “What brings you here?”

Anya adjusted her skirt, found a seat, and began to recount what she had seen and heard during her trip to the southern region.

Most of the content was already known to Emperor Ming, and it was mostly trivial talk, but he didn’t interrupt. Instead, he listened quietly.

Although he was an emperor, he was also a father. He knew his daughter’s thoughts too well; what she truly wanted to say was obviously left until the end.

Sure enough, when the time was right, Anya paused, glanced in the direction of the throne, and slowly said, “Before Qin Feng left, he made a promise to me.”

“If he returned safely, he would marry me as soon as possible. Father, what do you think?”

“Is it so urgent?” Emperor Ming joked.

Anya immediately sat up straight and said seriously, “It’s just that the auspicious day is approaching.”

She had already chosen a date from the Ministry of Rites, and the most auspicious day was seven days away.

A princess’s wedding would surely be grand, and although seven days might seem a bit rushed, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

Moreover, she had already ordered plenty of fireworks and firecrackers from the Imperial City Divine Workshop. She wanted everyone to witness and share the joy on the day of the wedding.

“In that case, send out the decree, inform the Ministry of Rites, and select a wedding date!”

Anya immediately stood up, trying hard to contain her joy. She bowed deeply and said, “Thank you, Father.”

In the Qin residence, Second Mother and the others had been eagerly awaiting Qin Feng’s return.

Although it had only been nearly a month, Second Mother had been worried day and night, unable to eat or sleep, fearing that someone might not return.

After all, Father Qin had lost his life in the southern region, and he was separated from his family forever.

Thinking of this, her eyes turned red and tears swirled in her eyes. She wanted to raise her hand and give Qin Feng a slap for leaving without saying goodbye.

But her hand hung in the air, unable to fall. In the end, it turned into sobs. “You’re already a father, yet you still act so recklessly. Even if you don’t consider yourself, you should consider us.”

“Do you want to leave Jianli and Feilan widowed? Or do you want Xiao and Lan to lose their father early?”

“What if something really happens to you? How am I supposed to explain to the late Master?”

At this point, the tears couldn’t be held back any longer and streamed down her face.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy!”

In the crowd, two little ones broke free from the maid’s embrace.

They are amazingly talented and have already learned to walk and speak some simple words.

They ran back and forth beside Qin Feng, reaching out their small hands as if they wanted to hug him.

“Mother, don’t cry, big brother’s back.” The younger brother comforted the Second Mother, casting a reproachful glance at Qin Feng.

Big brother really shouldn’t have gone to confront the Netherworld without taking him along.

Qin Feng wanted to say something but suddenly felt a strong force behind his knees.

Before he could react, his body knelt straight down, making a loud thud.

Obviously, it was the means of the two wives.

“Second Mother, I was wrong.”

Qin Xiao looked at his father, whose figure had suddenly become shorter, not knowing what had happened.

With a kick of his calves, he jumped onto Qin Feng’s shoulders, he shouted rocking back and forth: “Ride the big horse, ride the big horse!” 

Qin Feng clenched his fists tightly. He was being criticized by his family at the moment so he dared not to explode. He just wanted to find an opportunity later to fight back fiercely.

Boys sometimes needed a good beating!

The wedding day was announced to the Qin residence the next day.

Liu Jianli and Cang Feilan looked at each other, they instantly thought of Anya’s appearance. She was so eager to get married!

The Second Mother naturally rejoiced upon hearing the news. Anya, the princess, was well-educated and reasonable. She had many common topics with her, and she liked her very much!

But as she laughed, she inexplicably teared up again.

‘The first two times Feng’er got married, Master Qin was present, and the whole family was busy with joy and harmony. But this time…’

Her voice trailed off, and the Second Mother wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with a smile. ‘This is a happy occasion. Let’s not dwell on those things.’

After the baptism of time, the sorrow had indeed faded.

But whenever she recalled it, she still felt heartbroken.

Seeing this, Qin Feng felt that there was no need to hide it anymore and decided to reveal his father’s situation in the Netherworld.

Just then, the gatekeeper rushed into the hall, stumbling and trembling, pointing towards the door with a trembling voice. “Master, Master has returned!”

Upon hearing this, Second Brother furrowed his brows. “Don’t talk nonsense!”

“No, I didn’t! How could I mistake Master!” The gatekeeper was pale with fear.

No one would remain calm upon seeing a dead person standing in front of them.

Suddenly, he thought of something. There were rumors in town that many dead people had risen from their graves in the villages and wilderness outside the city. Could it be that my father was in the same situation?

Playing dead!

Qin Feng instantly guessed the reason and looked towards the front.

Second Mother and the others also looked over, and then they were all stunned.

Confusion, shock, joy, disbelief, various emotions intertwined.

Smack!

A crisp slap resounded.

Qin Feng’s mouth twitched.

Second Brother snapped out of his shock and said with a grievance, “Mother, why did you hit me?”

“It’s not a dream.”

Second Mother took a few steps forward and called out in a trembling voice: “Master?” 

Father Qin was also deeply moved and exhaled. “I’m back.”