Chapter 170: The Doting Husband Tribe Chief

Shiva could not help but sneer, a look of deep cunning flashing through his eyes. "Rest easy, old man, I've already made arrangements. Even if she gets the herbal medicine, she still won't be able to cure her tribespeople."

These words made Elder somewhat worried. He leaned close to her and found her neck completely flushed red. Suddenly he stood up. "Aiya, old lady, your eczema has spread to your face."

"What eczema? This is just an ordinary illness. I will cure it. I will definitely cure it."

After saying that, Shiva began taking all sorts of random medicines, but after swallowing them she felt even itchier and scratched frantically. The sight was beyond torturous.

"Aiya, so itchy, so itchy!"

"Old lady, what's wrong with you?"

The weather this day was exceptionally fine. Nan Qinghuan and Ying personally stood at the Tribe gate to see Yao and Ashu off. Before they left, they filled Yao's empty frame with potatoes and some sweet potatoes, and of course the smoked meat and oxygen canisters they had made, while Ashu also received dried smoked meat and fresh potatoes.

These were all made by the tribespeople of the Ying Tribe.

The group departed fully laden.

After they left, Nan Qinghuan rested her head on Ying's shoulder. In this moment, sunlight shone upon them, Nan Qinghuan's skirt danced in the wind, and Ying had changed into the hemp robe she had made for him by hand. One had to admit, Ying was tall and handsome—even wearing coarse hemp robe, he looked great.

Beneath the sunlight, their shadows were a strikingly perfect match.

A breeze blew past, bringing a rustling sound. In this instant, she suddenly felt so content.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, with a harmonious large family, she had the feeling of sending relatives off. Having been in the Tribe for so long, this was the first time she felt the joy of great unity.

From now on, their three Tribes would stand closely together, and there would never again be disputes—they would focus entirely on development and agriculture.

"Ying, I've been in the Tribe for so long, and today is my happiest day. Did you know?"

Ying saw her leaning obediently against his shoulder, and he knew Qinghuan's mood must be very good, otherwise she would not be so gentle with him.

He gently pushed her back, cradled her small face in both hands, and gazed into her eyes. Nan Qinghuan's eyes were as transparent as clear crystal—one could see straight to her heart.

His Qinghuan was kind and beautiful, the most beautiful female he had ever seen.

"Qinghuan, actually I should say sorry to you."

"Sorry?"

Nan Qinghuan was puzzled. What was wrong with this man, why was he suddenly apologizing? She had to admit, she truly felt that Ying's violent temper seemed to have changed a lot. In the past, whatever he said went; later he got better and better, until now he was actually apologizing to her? Ying nodded. "It was my fault in the past. I'm not as smart as you and couldn't see certain things, but last night I figured it out. If you hadn't saved the Cannibal Tribe and the Wolf Tribe, we wouldn't have these herbal medicines, and our tribespeople would still continue to suffer. Qinghuan, is this what you meant by 'the Dao gains allies, the lost Dao has few allies'?"

Nan Qinghuan had told him this, but back then he could not understand it—it was too complicated.

But now he seemed to understand. Three Tribes had united to develop together; this was not only good for his Tribe, but also good for the other Tribes. Rongdi could never imagine even in his dreams that their three Tribes had formed an alliance.

That way, it would be even harder for Rongdi to invade them, because the moment one Tribe was touched, the other two would swarm to attack. Rongdi was a smart man; he would not dare take such a risk.

In fact, he knew Rongdi was spying outside the Tribe, even sending people to eavesdrop on their words and watch their actions—he knew all of it, and he had tacitly allowed it. He simply wanted to warn Rongdi not to act rashly.

Sure enough, his scouts told him that Rongdi had led his people and withdrawn. However... there was still one more matter to resolve.

Hearing Ying say these words, she seemed to understand—this man finally got it. What she had said was right and was for their good. Indeed, only after experiencing it firsthand would one know that what she said was correct.

She lifted her head high to meet his gaze. "So, you now think everything I've said is right?"

Ying chuckled softly and nodded, his eyes full of doting affection. "Mm, right, it's all right. You proved with your actions that it's all right."

"Then it's right that blood siblings shouldn't marry?" "Right."

"Then it's right to unite with other Tribes and develop together?"

"Right."

"Then it's right that I don't want to have cubs?"

"Right."

The moment those words came out, Ying suddenly realized and kept shaking his head. "Wrong."

Not having cubs was of course wrong.

Seeing his innocent look, Nan Qinghuan could not help but burst into laughter. "Haha, Ying, you actually got tricked too—now that wasn't easy."

He instantly understood. "Qinghuan, you dare to tease me..."

He abruptly reached out and grabbed her slender waist, blowing into her ear, his eyes carrying a hint of desire. "Qinghuan, then when will you have cubs for me?"

He had dreamed of their cub being born. He remembered being so happy, inviting people from several Tribes to celebrate, but the moment he held the cub, he woke up.

Upon waking, there was nothing, and his side was cold.

Nan Qinghuan's body stiffened, but she laughed happily. She slowly raised her head and reached up to straighten his face. She had already shaved his beard for him, and now Ying looked less and less like a savage.

He looked more like a mountain man from ancient times.

She gazed at him intently, her slender fingertips lightly stroking his somewhat rough face, tracing across the space between his brows, his high nose bridge, and those thin lips.

Ying could not resist parting his lips slightly, taking her finger in his mouth and gently holding it. Nan Qinghuan was startled but still let him be; she knew this was one of his ways of showing affection.

Savages showed love in strange ways—either biting fingers like Ying did, or gifting her a wild boar's head. Beastmen, like Rongdi, would flap their wings three times.

In her days at the Tribe, she was slowly assimilating and getting used to the customs here.

Ying gently sucked on her finger, his gaze watching her expectantly. He wanted to see how she would answer him—was she still unwilling? Nan Qinghuan knew he could not wait any longer, and only then murmured, "I promise you, once our new house is built, we'll have cubs. We'll have an adorable cub—you'll teach him to hunt and I'll teach her reason, okay?"

Hearing these words, Ying was so happy he instantly scooped her up, then kept spinning around in circles. "Wonderful, wonderful! Qinghuan is going to have cubs for me, going to have cubs for me!"

Their cheering was seen by many tribespeople. Those tribespeople were working, and seeing how happy they were, everyone felt gratified.

Nan Qinghuan was about to be made dizzy by Ying. She clung tightly to his neck. "Stop, I'm going to get dizzy..."

Ying was very happy. He kissed her forehead, then gently set her down, his eyes full of delight. "Qinghuan, I'll take you to a place you'll definitely love."

After saying this, Ying gave a light whistle, and Xiao Guai hurried over from not far away. The Mammoth seemed to sense that its master was very happy, and its mood was very good too.

It quickly ran over and crouched beside the two, signaling them to get on.

Ying held Nan Qinghuan, ready to leave. "Qinghuan, let's go."

She hooked her arms around his neck, afraid of falling, but asked expectantly, "Ying, where are we going?"