My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Why is this happening?

Perhaps Margarita subconsciously hoped that her teacher could go to Ursus with her.

......

"Ms. Norsen... well... actually, what I wanted to ask is, could we try making a doll? Using less expensive materials..."

"...? Ugh... Ugh..."

"what--"

It's unclear whether Ms. Norsen was deliberately catering to Yang Hao's preferred way of moving her tongue, or whether her sucking method was primarily "sucking" or simply intended to make Mr. Yang Hao have a pleasant afternoon.

In short, Ms. Norson's offensive was as fierce as fire, yet she remained unmoved when faced with Yang Hao's counterattack. She caught all of Yang Hao's deliciousness in one gulp, as if she had sucked up an entire bottle of yogurt. After swallowing all that made her dizzy yet incredibly pleasurable, she lifted her head, cleared her mouth, and then used her hand to sever the lingering connection between her lips and little Yang Hao.

“About this, it is indeed possible…” she said somewhat absentmindedly, then took out something from her skirt pocket that Yang Hao had seen before but had hardly ever used: “But compared to this… you can’t find the materials you need in Kazdel—I mean, if you’re planning to make a ‘living’ doll at a time like this, it’s not as easy as having a child.”

"Ah this..."

"So to avoid you actually getting me pregnant, it's better to use this."

She considered the plastic bag with her sharp teeth, then pulled out a pink, translucent square ring from inside. She put this highly elastic object in her mouth, winked at Mr. Yang Hao, and then swallowed his little Yang Hao.

...

The next time she blurted it out, Xiao Yanghao would already be covered by a membrane.

"Ms. Norson..."

"Let me make this clear first, I don't want to get pregnant... After all, I'm too old, and I don't want to have to worry about education later. Sigh, and this way it's easier to preserve, I'm too lazy to sit on the toilet and use a small bottle to catch what comes out."

"hiss..."

I have a feeling that Ms. Northumberon said something really serious...

He had originally intended to delve deeper into these thoughts... but after Ms. Norsen straddled him and made an explicit invitation, he decided to put aside all that other stuff for now and focus on the present.

And they need to finish before Margarita discovers anything... but then again...

"Ms. Norson, what are your plans for the future?"

"Huh... um... arrangements?"

"that is..."

“I, I understand what you mean... but hmm... it depends... it depends on Margarita... after all, if this girl doesn't grow up in the end... then no matter what I say... I can't let her come alone... to face your family's ravenous women... right?”

During the activity, Ms. Northumen answered breathlessly, her face flushed, seemingly trying to savor the wonderful sensations emanating from her body: "Especially that Monica... um... I, I feel... she's not like a maid at all... she'd rather be riding on top of you..."

"..."

"Hey! Why did you suddenly use so much force?! Push harder..."

Mr. Yang Hao remained silent and worked diligently, because being hit where it hurts is a painful experience for any man.

On the other hand, why is my sense of foreboding growing stronger?

He was drenched in sweat and completely bewildered by this...

... .....

5 p.m. on the 16th.

After Mr. Yang Hao and Ms. Norsen finally finished their course and truly put their efforts into doll making, they prepared to have dinner.

"I need to go wake Margarita up." Ms. Northum smacked her lips, sprayed herself with air freshener, and then, in front of Yang Hao's incredibly strange expression, stuffed the knotted little balloon filled with milk into her pocket, intending to freeze it for preservation when she got back. "You go back first—I'll clean up here later."

"Really?"

"Really, really. So you should go back right away."

"oh...."

Mr. Yang Hao wiped his sweat and left, feeling refreshed. As he left, he didn't notice that the door to the room seemed to have been slightly ajar...

After Mr. Yang Hao left, Ms. Norsen dutifully cleaned up all the obscene and filthy things in the room. She stretched comfortably and prepared to go back and check if Margarita was obediently resting in the room.

"Huh? Was this door originally supposed to have this crack?"

However, as she was leaving, Ms. Northum noticed a crack in the door. She looked at the crack curiously, wondering if it was something she had overlooked before.

Hmm... I guess so?

Ms. Norson left, utterly bewildered.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the little bat has grown up witnessing the adult world firsthand...

She lay in bed, wrapped in her blanket, trembling as she recalled the scene she had witnessed, the expression on her teacher's face...

"Yes, is it here...?"

Her heart was filled with emotions, but even more so with curiosity about the forbidden fruit...

Chapter 203

"Margarita—Margarita?"

When Ms. Northumen returned to her room—

She noticed that Margarita seemed to have fallen asleep. She was lying in bed, wrapped in a blanket, moving slightly, and she couldn't tell what she was doing.

Ms. Northumber blinked, secretly hiding her afternoon's "spoils" in the refrigerator... She walked to Margarita's bedside and gently pushed aside the towering pile of blankets:

"Margarita? Dinner's ready—come on over."

"...Well..."

"Margarita? Good girl, get up now!"

Margarita peeked out from under the covers as Ms. Northumbers shoved her. For some reason, her face was flushed, and she was trembling, as if she were having a nightmare.

She glanced at Norsen's expression, then pulled her head back in and muttered softly, "I... I'll get up in a bit... Teacher, you go ahead..."

"What's wrong?"

Ms. Norsen found Margarita's current appearance quite strange... but she never considered the possibility that Margarita would discover her "little secret" with Mr. Yang Hao. She simply touched Margarita's forehead gently to confirm that the little bat wasn't acting out of illness like a fever, and then concluded that Margarita probably had something on her mind.

Ms. Northumber was very concerned about Margarita. She sat down next to Margarita, who seemed inexplicably shy and flustered, and then, while touching her hair, said earnestly:

“Margarita, if you have any worries, just tell me, okay? After all, at your age, you're most susceptible to being led astray by these kinds of psychological influences! So if there's anything you don't understand, just ask me, okay?”

"Um... I know... Um, teacher... you go ahead... I, my stomach hurts a little..."

Margarita remained huddled under the covers, speaking timidly.

Hearing this, Ms. Northumber was taken aback: Why would Margarita have a stomachache? Could it be food poisoning? That's unlikely—

...oh.

...Oh, so it was that stomachache.

She chuckled dryly a few times, then walked to her bedside and took out several packs of sanitary napkins.

“Use it as instructed, Margarita…” Ms. Northum placed the sanitary napkin on Margarita’s bed, then chuckled awkwardly and prepared to leave: after all, during her period… a girl certainly wouldn’t want another woman watching… “Well—I’ll wait for you at the restaurant. If you’re not feeling well, just stay in bed, okay?”

"Well..."

...

Ms. Northam left their room.

It was only after Ms. Northumbers left that Margarita, blushing, peeked out from under the covers and looked at the sanitary napkins placed on her bed.

"Um...teacher..." she murmured softly, her eyes brimming with tears. She held the wrapped paper in her hand. "...Ugh..."

Ms. Northumen genuinely cared for her and treated her like family—Margarita knew this. But it was precisely because of this that Margarita was so bewildered...

One of them is the teacher who has always educated me...

One of them is his beloved childhood sweetheart...

Unbeknownst to them, the two of them were in the same secret room, doing things they didn't understand but were happy about...

...Why did Margarita know that it was a joyful thing?

She silently lowered her head, feeling the sticky wetness between her legs...

"I should probably change my pants before I go... Waaah..."

...After what happened this afternoon, the little bat has grown a lot.

And on the other side...

Upon returning from his brother-in-law's land-based warship, Wei Su immediately reported what he had learned back home.

He emphasized his first impression of his brother-in-law and proposed his idea: to send his trusted chef to gather more information about his brother-in-law's hometown and other details.

"Throughout history, the strategy of obtaining intelligence through skilled individuals like cooks is countless in the records of our Great Yan," Wei Su murmured. "But to be honest... that brother-in-law does indeed have the idea of ​​coming to our Great Yan—but he can't possibly stay here. We need to think of more ways to keep him here..."

"Really? What do you think the Great Yan should do?" Off-screen, the Grand Preceptor was still toying with her puppet. The puppet looked rather exquisite, but to be honest, it was just a puppet.

"...I've decided to try my best to let him complete his wedding with Wei Qing on the border between the two countries of Wu and Yan. However, it's also reasonable for our Great Yan to invite him to stay overnight in the country."

"But I personally feel that he will return to China immediately after the wedding."

"Therefore I need a chef, the best chef in Da Yan."

"reason."

"The taste of home can help a person relax to the fullest extent and remind them of the beauty of their hometown—my brother-in-law himself has a wish to go home, as long as we give him some help..."

“I understand. I will communicate with other immortals or deities in the country. Remember to report to your father. That’s all.”

The two ended the communication. Prince Wei Su's psychological warfare was truly ruthless: he had already seen through Yang Hao's most vulnerable aspect—his homesickness. Now that his weakness had been discovered, he had no choice but to act.

By further intensifying Yang Hao's homesickness through the flavors of his hometown, Wei Su aimed to make him eager to return, ultimately inviting him to visit the city of Da Yan. This was far better than forcing him to stay by offering him a mansion as a gift.

That being said... since he must be from the coast, then this [cooking] will definitely include fresh fish from the coast.

(The biggest problem is how to get the ingredients, which can't withstand the long journey, to the border between the Wu and Yan kingdoms as quickly as possible.) Wei Su pondered. (This is the most crucial step in determining the success of my plan—ah, perhaps I should seek the help of some extraordinary individuals. Hopefully, they have the ability to transport the fresh fish to the border kitchen before it loses its flavor.)

(Besides, we can't station spies in that coastal town—I can't risk damaging relations by doing so. At most, we can exchange ambassadors to foster friendly relations.)

(besides...)

...He was pondering the important matters to come.

Meanwhile, the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yan Dynasty also left her secluded wooden house—she planned to travel around the country first, and then go over there to see what the fuss was about after the crucial wedding between the two great powers began.

Chapter 204

The Imperial Preceptor has obtained permission, so she has changed into the clothes of a commoner wanderer and is now walking through the streets and alleys of the capital of Great Yan, experiencing the humanistic sentiments she has never felt in the past few decades.

"...Although these past few decades haven't been exactly peaceful and prosperous, the people have certainly enjoyed a comfortable life—I just wonder what the situation is like in the border regions now." The Grand Preceptor walked along, surveying the streets of Great Yan. "No orphans, no beggars, and certainly no emaciated people...At least near the capital, the strength of Great Yan is immediately apparent."

But—mere strength in the vicinity of a nation is meaningless. After all, if a country's capital shows signs of decay, perhaps that country is not far from extinction?

Although the Grand Preceptor herself didn't care about the future of the Great Yan Dynasty, the "deal" of that year still required her to have at least a minimum level of concern for the country. Not to mention, her current official position also represented corresponding responsibilities.

So... when the Imperial Advisor walks through the streets and alleys, she actually compares the situation abroad with that in China, based on what she knows.

(Ursus, I haven't been there, but from intelligence, they've pulled themselves out of their slump, and there's an increasing possibility—that they're not united internally... Is the core faction, led by Duke Yang Hao, fighting against the new nobles and warlord factions? This is good news; if a superpower could truly unite, it would only be a disaster for neighboring countries.) She thought, (Not to mention that nearly half of Ursus's mortal population is already dead—despite the immigration policy, but...)

In the eyes of the current Grand Preceptor, the balance between Ursus and Great Yan is almost even.

On one hand, although the Yan Kingdom was closed off from the world, it had indeed gained considerable strength through long-term farming and development—but the "hunting" of the gods hundreds of years ago had severely weakened it. Even now, the Great Yan Kingdom had only recovered a small portion of its strength. It would still take hundreds of years to return to its peak.

On the other hand, while Ursus is the world's strongest military power, a recent brutal civil war nearly crippled this vast empire: it lost almost half its population. Furthermore, the economic crisis following the fall of the Gallo-Gallic Empire continues to impact neighboring countries, and they now face renewed internal divisions...

but...

(...That Duke Yang Hao is undoubtedly a once-in-a-millennium extraordinary talent. Single-handedly, he has managed to get Ursus to unite with Kazimir, and they are about to become vassals of Kazdel. There are even signs that they are emerging from the economic crisis...)

That Yang Hao is a key figure in the Grand Preceptor's attention. He is the crucial figure in Ursus's resurgence, without exception—even if all the emperors of Ursus were put before her for evaluation, their combined scores would probably not be as high as this man's.

Let the Imperial Advisor see what he's really done!

(After the marriage, they officially began a work-for-relief program within the Duchy of Kosiché to gradually mitigate the impact of the economic crisis. In less than six months, they achieved remarkable results, leading to rapid economic, industrial, and social development in the four cities and a successful revival of commerce...)

Does the Great Yan Dynasty have such talent? The Imperial Advisor frowned, thinking that there certainly were. But whether those talent were truly devoted to the Great Yan Dynasty was another matter entirely.

A person with ability is not necessarily virtuous, and a person with virtue is not necessarily capable. The Great Yan Dynasty is willing to hold a person with both ability and virtue firmly in its grasp—but this is on the premise that such a person must actually appear.

The Great Yan Dynasty hasn't seen such a talent in centuries... and then this talent appears in Ursus? Appearing in Ursus is one thing... but this person might even be a descendant of a powerful clan who left the country? This is simply too much...