My wife is an immortal black snake.

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"As a highly anticipated candidate, Mr. Yang Hao will be granted the title of Supreme Speaker of the Imperial Council, the rank of Duke, and the title of King. For the rest of your life, you will enjoy the duties and privileges of a nobleman and swear to strive for the prosperity of the Ursus Empire..."

"...what?"

Kosichrie paused for a moment, then suddenly jumped off the bed.

For no other reason than that the conferment of the title of "King" has only occurred a handful of times throughout the entire Ursus Empire.

On one occasion, an emperor was awarding a medal to his lover.

On another occasion, a prince was awarding a medal to his lover.

On another occasion, a princess awarded a medal to her commoner husband.

And then came this—His most esteemed Majesty of Ursus, bestowing upon my husband, Kosichä, the title of King?!

"this..."

What on earth is going on?! Although Kosice had prepared herself for the possibility that her husband might be taken advantage of, she never imagined that this shameless emperor would bring such a thing to the forefront!

How do you plan to clean up this mess by bringing it into the open?! Are you going to make my husband divorce me and marry you next time?!

This is truly outrageous!

　 At this moment, for the first time in her thousand-year lifespan, the immortal black serpent felt unparalleled rage. After all, she was always the one fighting with some immature child for men; this time, she was the one being robbed?!

This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!

"Monica?!"

"Lord Koschche, please calm down! It's not too late to ask Lord Yang Hao after he returns!"

Seeing Koschei's anger, Monica was puzzled as to what had happened to Lord Yang Hao, but she tried her best to persuade the furious Lord Koschei to prevent her from doing anything impulsive.

With the comfort of his maid, Duke Kosiché took several deep breaths before calming down from his anger.

"In short... let's ask my husband what happened when he gets home." The immortal black snake sneered. "If he really can't give me a satisfactory answer, Monica? Don't even think about letting him leave the house for the next year."

"...yes.'

Monica, the head maid, nodded in understanding as she silently mourned for what might happen to Lord Yang Hao, while...

She also felt somewhat dissatisfied with Lord Yang Hao's situation. Indeed, she hadn't tried hard enough.

Chapter 41

[Emergency Incident: Dissatisfaction]

For some reason, after receiving the broadcast of His Majesty the Emperor's investiture ceremony for you, your wife and maid both became dissatisfied with you—it's unclear whether this was a side effect of the Emperor's actions or specifically directed at you. In any case, are you prepared to explain yourself when you return?

Friendly reminder—Margarita knows nothing about this. Let's not tell her for now, considering this silly girl is still trying her best.

'...grass?'】

During the awarding of medals, Yang Hao had already vaguely felt uneasy. An ominous premonition almost burst out of his head, making him scream on the spot. But luckily he held back. Otherwise, if he had shouted loudly in such a solemn and sacred occasion, he would have lost face back home!

But that uneasy and ominous premonition did not subside. At noon on the 11th, Yang Hao returned to his room, had not yet warmed the medals and titles of Duke and King that had been officially awarded to him, and even as lunch was being served... a sudden event not only startled him but also plunged him into an abyss from which he could not extricate himself.

What did he see?

"Ah...this..."

Sweating profusely, he saw the various painful torments he would have to endure after returning home—it could be binding, restraint, even more stringent management in that area, or even a countdown to his next life: in short, it seemed that because His Majesty the Emperor misspoke during the awarding ceremony, Yang Hao was now facing an impending life-or-death crisis!

At this moment, this man, who feared nothing and no one, was now at a loss as to how to get through this crisis. Thinking about it, in a sense, perhaps it was his own doing. After all, having affairs with two women simultaneously without his wife's knowledge—no matter how you look at it, wasn't he going too far?

Although he was the one who was forced into it, regardless of the circumstances, as the one who made the mistake, he—

"...Well, I'm going to die anyway, so I might as well enjoy myself before I go home."

He chose to indulge in pleasure before he died.

Yang Hao sighed heavily, contemplating his explanation when he got home, while comfortably slumping in his chair to enjoy his lunch. His mother, Sonia, was sitting beside him, taking care of him. She seemed to notice the despair hidden beneath Yang Hao's seemingly nonchalant expression, and curiously leaned closer, gently massaging his ear.

"Tell me what happened, okay?" she said gently, carefully dividing Yang Hao's food with a knife and fork, cutting it into bite-sized pieces. Then she skewered a piece of meat and brought it to Yang Hao's mouth: "Ah—?"

"Ah—" Yang Hao obediently opened his mouth and put the food in it. His well-behaved appearance made Sonia's mother show a satisfied expression.

"So, what happened?"

"I'm probably going to get a scolding from Kosic when I get home."

"Why did Lord Koschche reprimand you? Is it because of me?" Sonia's mother seemed worried, wanting to take all the blame upon her. "But you don't need to worry. After all, I did it voluntarily, so it's not your fault."

Sonia's attempts to protect him brought tears to Yang Hao's eyes—but he also knew that Sonia's mother couldn't protect him forever. Besides, he couldn't just go home and snuggle in Sonia's warm embrace every night to fall asleep, could he? So, after thinking it over, he decided it was better to go back and face this matter himself.

"But the problem is, this seems to be related to His Majesty, doesn't it?" Thinking this, Yang Hao sighed, trying to bring the self-reproaching Sonia back to her senses while also deciding to put the matter aside for the time being: "So this isn't something that Sonia can solve by taking responsibility herself. And more than that, I'm more concerned about the work situation later..."

"In a while, are you referring to the impending civil war?" His plan worked. Sonia quickly recovered, regaining her usual calm and gentleness, and also turned her attention to another important matter that Yang Hao cared about.

"Yes, civil war."

That is—civil war.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Ursus Empire will enter a two-year civil war. And even more likely, Columbia will take advantage of the Ursus civil war to launch a war of annexation against neighboring Casimir—at which point Yang Hao will have a lot more work to do!

In the immediate future, during the civil war, he had to manage the economy of the Ursus Empire while also kicking Duke Nikolai hard, and most importantly, he had to seek benefits for his wife and the Duke of Kosiché.

Looking further ahead, he'll need to focus on the situation in Qazimir for a while after the civil war. He needs to use some diplomatic means to instill in the people of Qazimir the idea that "Qazimir will be better off if Ursus joins the war." This strategy will require a significant amount of manpower, but considering the future benefits, it will be worthwhile.

Then—a little further away...that's the problem with the village of Kos.

Previously, Yang Hao had already used the [Puppet Stage] to order the infected workers to assist the Deep Sea Hunters in their construction work.

They have now completed the initial construction of some coastal defense facilities, and it's time for Yang Hao to claim what's rightfully his...

That is—the existence of the [string].

He planned to hold a portion of the [string] in his hand first, carefully examine its quality, and then see if it could trigger any strange events.

After all, that thing might be like the [Winter Mirror], a basic item that can help someone ascend... If possible, Yang Hao hopes to further enhance his own vitality and become a little stronger by helping others ascend.

After all, if he continues to be this thin and weak, not to mention his wife and women, his adopted children might even beat him half to death—that wouldn't sound good to outsiders.

so...

"I need to prepare for the civil war as soon as possible, Sonia... I'll leave you with the same responsibility then."

It's probably best to leave all the troublesome matters to Sonia's mother—sigh, I'm almost spoiled rotten myself. If this thing gets beaten half to death by the child I adopted in the future, it will definitely be because of Sonia's mother's overindulgence!

Yang Hao's shameless idea was met with a gentle response from Sonia's mother in the next moment.

"...Um."

She touched Yang Hao's hair, smiled and nodded, then kissed his forehead.

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April 1042, 7.

A week after the Imperial Council arson incident, a civil war broke out within the Ursus Empire, led by representatives of a faction known as the "Sherlock Nightclub," between the Emperor and a traitor.

This civil war was probably the largest in the history of the Ursus Empire – the entire Ursus Empire was divided into east and west.

The Emperor's side held more than three-fifths of the territory, possessing an advantage in land, manpower, and total number of troops. The Sherlock Holmes faction, led by Duke Nikolai, occupied the remaining two-fifths of the territory. Although their population was far smaller than the Emperor's for some reason, the Sherlock Holmes still managed to assemble an army of over 100,000 after declaring independence and launched a fierce attack on His Majesty the Emperor's army.

In this situation, Her Majesty the Emperor personally led her Imperial Guard to engage the main force of the Sherlock Holmes nightclub in battle. At the same time, to ensure the army's unimpeded supply lines, she also ordered St. Arthur's Castle to enter a mobile state after the start of the civil war, moving with Her Majesty's army at any time while providing the strongest and most powerful logistical support.

Moreover, Her Majesty the Emperor possessed far more than just this small force. Under her command, generals loyal to her began infiltrating the Sherlock Holmes's sieve-like defenses from all directions. However, while their offensive was swift, each attack only managed to capture a village or town. When facing the true target—the large mobile cities—the generals' armies were undoubtedly plunged into a desperate struggle: the edges of the mobile city's defensive walls had somehow transformed into grotesque, fleshy biological structures. The Ursus soldiers had never witnessed such a sight; they were terrified and bewildered, especially after it was discovered that the walls were built by "living people."

It wasn't just a matter of morale that halted the generals' advance; more importantly, the generals, who were only leading infantry infiltrations, genuinely lacked suitable weapons to deal with those biological organisms...

"They need support from naval guns and land-based ships."

"But the problem is we haven't yet established a route long enough for the land-based ships to move? His Majesty's personal guard and the main force of the Empire are also fighting against the traitors' army... and those traitors have the advantage of terrain, making them difficult to defeat."

"Then what should we do? No, doesn't the current Speaker of the Imperial Council have any intention of saying anything?"

"Let's wait for the tide of war to turn. And the current Imperial Speaker? Good heavens, I feel like he's the current King's father! Sigh..."

...

Imperial officials were dealing with information about the civil war with furrowed brows. Occasionally, they would mention the current Imperial Speaker—it was unclear whether they were hoping for some changes from the newly appointed Speaker, or simply hoping for him to make a fool of himself.

But, all of this—

What does this have to do with Yang Hao now?

At 7:7 AM on December 19th.

I haven't even been home for a day yet.

His beloved wife sat on the bed, while the equally lovely head maid stood to the side with a helpless yet somewhat disappointed expression.

Yang Hao preferred not to think about the civil war.

It would be more practical for him to come up with a reason to get out of the room alive.

"so--"

popping.

"My dearest husband—"

"Gu..."

The wet, slapping sounds emanating from where their bodies were joined were lascivious. Under the kitten's ministrations, the large bed they had shared for who knows how long creaked and groaned.

As for Yang Hao? His complexion wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't bad either. He was experiencing a mix of excitement and pain, joy and sorrow, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. More importantly, he could no longer feel anything coming from the evidence against his own weakness.

After being repeatedly violated by Kosichek and Monica all night, and then into the morning—even the toughest man would feel numb by now. He felt as if his weakness was no longer his weakness, because besides the waves of numbness, the biggest sensation Yang Hao felt was a faint pain in his lower abdomen.

"Could you—explain to me and Monica—...um...explain...things with His Majesty the Emperor?"

"Well..."

The kitten sitting on his lower abdomen convulsed unnaturally, and Yang Hao felt as if he had ejaculated a pool of liquid, no darker than mineral water, inside her. Under his helpless gaze and in his powerless embrace, after a whole night of this—Koschie, his wife, that immortal black snake—finally lay contentedly on his chest, panting softly.

Ugh.

He sighed. He lifted his wife, who had finally eaten after being starved for over ten days, to end their tethered state. Exhausted, this man was finally able to utter his first complete sentence since entering his bedroom:

"I want to explain... but you won't give me a chance to explain!"

Upon hearing this, a strange sense of grievance welled up from the depths of Yang Hao's heart and surfaced in his mind. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at his wife and maid, his mouth opening and closing, each word uttered a vehement condemnation of their exploitation of him—the exploitation of a frail man by two starving women!

But he didn't vent for long before he obediently shut his mouth: he realized that if he continued complaining, and Kosicherry and Monica got angry again, he might really have to say goodbye to this world this time. Besides, his wife seemed to be getting a little angry now.

"Who told you to come home with such 'good news'?" His wife playfully scratched Yang Hao's chest, then flicked his cheek with her tail. "Besides, do you know how Monica and I have been while you were gone? You finally came back, and considering what happened before—isn't this normal?"

"...It seems so..."

Kosichek? My dear wife? You look more like a young girl than a thousand-year-old woman now! Is it because of Miss Green's influence? Or what—you look frightening me?

And Monica? What do you have to say? You're not the one who most— about Kosic's recent changes.

Seemingly noticing Yang Hao's strange expression, Monica, whose clothes appeared neat but had actually been put on just five minutes prior, silently took two steps forward and then said:

"Lord Koschche seems quite lonely lately. Lord Yang Hao? Perhaps you should try to stay home as much as possible unless absolutely necessary?"

"Mmm, mmm, okay..."

Monica, is it really because of loneliness? — Sigh.

Yang Hao admitted it. He held his wife's cat ears in his mouth, and after giving her the warmth of a husband amidst her blushing and joyful cries, he began to explain his bloody history at Saint-Germain Castle—the bloody history related to His Majesty the Emperor.

He told everything he could. For example, he said he was the one being pinned to the bed by the emperor, and he mentioned how Sonia had taken care of him, and so on...

"To be honest, I still don't understand the purpose of that title of duke..."

“That’s a special title, an extremely special title. In the entire Ursus Empire, there have probably only been four instances of bestowing a title of nobility—and almost all of them were bestowed upon the royal family's mistresses.” Kosiché’s expression darkened as she said this. She stared gloomily at a wall in the room, while Yang Hao, sweating profusely, realized that it seemed to be in the direction of the Holy Steed Castle—I mean, the direction of where the Holy Steed Castle had previously been. “By bestowing this title upon you, she’s undoubtedly disregarding me. Even worse, she might force you to divorce me and then marry into the royal family…”

"Um...it shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"But it is indeed a possibility—I must have a good talk with Catherine after this civil war ends."

"Your Majesty isn't called that anymore..." Yang Hao looked at Koschche's face with immense pain, and then he was surprised to find that everyone seemed indifferent to Sonia's situation.

Why is that? Curious, Yang Hao asked, and before serving breakfast to the two adults, Monica and Koschich answered in unison:

"Who cares how many people you find? As long as I (Lord Kosich) am fed, we don't care how many people you secretly find."

...magnanimous.

For a moment, Yang Hao could only come to this conclusion—and then, under the influence of relaxation, he simply lost consciousness, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.