He felt a bit shy inside, yet also delighted, as if he had gained a huge advantage.

"Hey, do you hear that?"

Dong Huiying gazed into the distance, interrupting Yue Ning’s wandering thoughts.

Yue Ning was puzzled.

"Hear what?"

"It seems like there’s a bell ringing."

"That’s right."

Liu Yan, acting as the coachman, pulled out a map from inside his coat.

"This place is called Burial Dragon Mountain. It is rumored that an Emperor once traveled incognito into our Dajin territory and met a tragic end here at Burial Dragon Mountain, which is how it got its name. There is a temple on the mountain called Burial Dragon Temple, with quite a few nuns and monks inside. The bell sound likely comes from the temple."

Dong Huiying thought to herself, no wonder.

"This place is really quite nice, the scenery is indeed delightful."

In the season of revitalizing life, everything was flourishing with vibrant greenery.

She couldn’t help but think of Taihang Mountain in Pingchang Prefecture.

"Over at Taihang Town, the grass is probably just starting to grow, but here in Dongdi, the trees are already dense and lush, full of vitality. This kind of scenery can only be seen in the southeast regions."

Liu Yan and Dong Huiying chatted amiably together, while Yue Ning nearby felt a bit unhappy.

With a rather aggrieved look, he glanced at Liu Yan, thinking to himself that he was out here enjoying the spring with his wife, so why did this person have to assert his presence, couldn’t he just be quiet?

Having sent Yixuan away, there was yet another interference.

It was really quite frustrating.

No wonder Yixuan had a knowing smile when leaving, as if he had already anticipated this scene.

Yue Ning felt a sting in his heart, feeling increasingly jealous, like he had a sour lemon spirit.

Speaking of which, people like Hong Fei, Liu Yan, and Zhang Yu were once part of the three armies before the imperial struggle, and after Dong Baowei’s departure from the Capital, they suffered persecution but their loyalty and spirit remained unchanged.

There were as many as eighty thousand such people, and among them, each one would gaze eagerly at his wife, like a rival in love with their brothers.

Liang Yuening: "..."

He felt quite uncomfortable.

To avoid being ignored by his wife, he took a quick step forward and clumsily suggested.

"Yingying, let’s go hunting and see who can catch more prey!"

"Sure."

Dong Huiying happily agreed.

"But we don’t have any suitable tools?"

She glanced at Liang Yuening.

Catching her gaze, Yue Ning immediately straightened his back, suddenly remembering that back when he lived in the village, his original trade was a hunter.

"No problem, I’ll handle it. We’ll make some slingshots and shoot sparrows!"

Yue Ning ran off cheerfully, as if handling a big important task, with a face full of solemnity and seriousness.

Dong Huiying couldn’t help but laugh, at this moment, she found this silly boy to be really quite adorable.

"Let’s go, Liu Yan, let’s gather some wood for a campfire. It’s a pity we don’t have any fishing line, or else, in this... bitch, there must be plenty of fish. If we could fish by the pond, it would certainly be very pleasant."

Liu Yan nodded in agreement.

"That’s not difficult. If the General wants to fish, I’ll handle the fishing rod and bait!"

With that, Liu Yan also got busy, she somehow pulled fiber from her own clothes. Her clothing had some toughness, providing some defense, and while it didn’t match true fishing line, it was far superior to ordinary thread.

The three of them each had their tasks.