Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law-Chapter 519: The Demeanor of the Principal Wife
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo understood why Chu Juan was losing interest in tea and meals. Before, when he was still in the north, he had received a letter from Chu Juan, hoping he could arrange a post for Li Mingzhong and Li Mingfan.
"Mi’er, you don’t have to worry about this matter; just leave it to me," Chen Mo said.
Wu Mi nodded and then said, "Nu’Er and Youyou are about to turn one year old. I was thinking of hosting a simple birthday banquet for the siblings, just with a few people from our residence, and inviting your father and the Xiao Family.
Additionally, once the children turn one, we can arrange a medicinal bath for them every month. This will help strengthen their bodies and make it easier to open up their meridians, making their cultivation more effective."
Chen Mo was taken aback and then embraced Wu Mi tightly. As a father, he had not even considered such matters, truly an oversight on his part. He said, "I’m sorry to trouble you with these concerns, Mi’er."
Noble descendants are naturally more adept at cultivation than ordinary people. Talent is one aspect, but more importantly, they enjoy abundant resources from birth.
For an ordinary family, even if one has exceptional talent, without a good cultivation technique or innate spiritual objects to supplement, the speed of cultivation wouldn’t match that of an averagely talented noble descendant.
Now, Chen Mo is in a position to provide resources for his children that are no less than those available to noble descendants, perhaps even better, so naturally, he couldn’t let his children fall behind from the starting line.
"These are things I should be doing," Wu Mi said.
What does it mean to be the principal wife, the main spouse? It doesn’t mean engaging in palace intrigues or household conflicts. Winning over other women doesn’t make someone the principal wife or main spouse.
It’s about managing a household well, ensuring peace at home, familial harmony, not being jealous, planning for the children’s future, allowing the husband to focus on external matters.
"With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?" Chen Mo felt that marrying Wu Mi was truly his good fortune.
"To be able to marry you, husband, is also my great fortune," Wu Mi nudged her forehead into Chen Mo’s embrace, then said, "Husband, after spring arrives, you should take some time to worship the ancestors. You hold the title of Grand Commandant, First-class Duke, with both sons and daughters; the ancestors in the afterlife must be overjoyed."
Upon hearing this, Chen Mo felt profoundly ashamed.
When passing through Pingting County, he hadn’t even visited his parents’ graves.
It wasn’t due to a lack of filial piety.
But because he had transmigrated into this world, and his parents were already deceased when he arrived, leaving him with no deep impression of them. If others don’t remind him, he tends to forget, not to mention remembering the ancestors.
Chen Mo nodded, agreeing, and said, "Not only should we make offerings to the ancestors, but we should also find someone to properly maintain the tomb, and if possible, relocate it."
Given his current achievements, he truly had reached a high point.
If his parents’ and ancestors’ graves were still just small mounds or patches of grass, it would be quite embarrassing to talk about.
"Husband, there’s no need to relocate the grave. Your current achievements indicate that the feng shui of the ancestors’ burial place is quite good, unless..." Wu Mi trailed off.
"Unless what..." Chen Mo asked.
"Unless, husband, you ascend to the throne, then relocation would be necessary." This was Wu Mi’s inner thought, but she didn’t voice it, saying instead, "Nothing."
With her waist encircled by Chen Mo, they lay down on the fragrant bed. She bashfully said, "Husband, I’m really not feeling well..."
"I know. I’ll stay with you for a while, and leave once you fall asleep." Chen Mo gently tidied Wu Mi’s hair, speaking softly.
Touched, Wu Mi burrowed her head into Chen Mo’s embrace, finding comfort and happiness in the warmth of his chest.
Half an hour later, once Wu Mi had fallen asleep, Chen Mo tucked her in and quietly left the bed, exiting the chamber.
As the door closed, Wu Mi opened her eyes, her face full of contentment. She placed a hand on her bulging belly, the other clutching the pillow Chen Mo had just used, inhaling the lingering scent of her husband.
After instructing the maid to keep an eye on Wu Mi, Chen Mo went to the courtyard of Han Anniang.
The night was deep, with winter winds blowing through.
Han Anniang knew Chen Mo would come, so she hadn’t gone to bed, remaining in conversation with Song Min.
Han Anniang lay on a soft couch, holding a copper mirror, arranging her appearance.
The reflection in the copper mirror showed her vivid face, as lovely as flower petals.
Song Min was neatly folding the clothes Han Anniang had just changed out of, her voice gentle, "An Niang, how long do you think Brother Mo will stay this time now that he’s back?"
Han Anniang’s voice was tender, "Husband still has to marry Ru Yan, so he should stay a bit longer, right?"
Song Min said, "Brother Mo has been dealing with issues all over this land for the past few years, never settling down. Who knows when things will stabilize?"
"A real man has ambitions as grand as the world, achieving great accomplishments. Many common people are counting on Erlang." Han Anniang remarked.
While speaking, Han Anniang looked at Song Min with a half-smile, "Min’Er is eager to become your Brother Mo’s woman, isn’t she?"
Song Min’s cheeks twitched slightly, turning her head away, "An Niang, you’re teasing me again."
Ever since Chen Mo rescued her from being trafficked to a brothel, giving her food, a place to stay, and clothes to wear, she had vowed to dedicate herself to Chen Mo alone.
As the two women laughed, a maid arrived, "Madam, Duke An has arrived."
Song Min’s demeanor flustered with a faint blush, "An Niang, Brother Mo is here, I’ll be going now."
"Hey, why rush? Aren’t you always thinking about your Brother Mo? I can help you ask when your Brother Mo plans to marry you." Han Anniang chuckled.
Song Min’s face turned crimson, overwhelmed with shyness, "An Niang, please stop."
While speaking, Chen Mo walked in.
Han Anniang wanted to rise to greet him but was halted by Chen Mo who hurried over, "Don’t get up, just lie down."
"Brother Mo." Song Min greeted coquettishly from the side.
"Min’Er is here too," Chen Mo smiled.
"Brother Mo, I was just chatting with An Niang, I’ll leave now, you two talk." With that, Song Min shyly exited swiftly.
Han Anniang, wanting to rise and stop her, found herself inconvenienced by her pregnancy, merely watching Song Min depart, "The older she gets, the shyer she becomes."
Sitting at the bedside, Chen Mo curiously asked, "What were you both chatting about that made Min’Er flee upon seeing me?"
"About Erlang’s matters with her. Min’Er isn’t getting any younger. When are you planning to bring her into the household?" Han Anniang asked.
Chen Mo replied, "She’s still young."
"Not that young, she’s already of age," Han Anniang stated.
"There’s no rush; let’s wait a couple more years." Though Song Min was of age, Chen Mo still saw her as a girl, preferring to wait until she was a bit older.
After this, Chen Mo brought up the matter of worshipping the ancestors and renovating the tomb.
To which Han Anniang responded, "Erlang, you forget, the Chen Family ancestors’ tomb has already been maintained."
