Chapter 1127 - 1070. Ensuring The Harem & Reaching The Military Prison
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The silence that followed her confession was heavy and profound. Diao Chan watched him nervously, afraid she had overstepped, afraid she had insulted his foresight, or worse, challenged his imperial prerogative. For a long moment, Lie Fan simply stared at her, absorbing the incredible depth of their foresight, the purity of their loyalty, and the sheer, staggering political intelligence of his wives.
They were not worrying about silk dresses or court gossip, they were anticipating a multi generational succession crisis based on the historical precedents of the Han Dynasty’s bloody consort kin wars.
Suddenly, the suffocating tension in the room was shattered.
Lie Fan threw his head back, and a loud, booming, joyous laugh erupted from his chest. It was not a mocking laugh, it was a laugh of pure, overwhelming relief, immense pride, and absolute adoration. The sound echoed warmly off the high ceiling of the pavilion, making the flames in the lotus lanterns dance.
Diao Chan blinked, entirely caught off guard by his reaction. "My Husband...?"
Lie Fan finally caught his breath, his eyes crinkling with profound affection. He reached out and wrapped both of his large hands securely around hers, pulling them into his lap.
"Oh, Chan’er," Lie Fan chuckled, shaking his head in absolute marvel. "You, Yue’er, Ji’er, Qi’er, and Zhen’er... you are all far, far too brilliant for your own good. I am out there fighting our enemies, and my wives are in here playing succession chess a century into the future!"
He squeezed her hands reassuringly, the laughter fading into a look of absolute, unshakeable devotion.