Ye Jun sat quietly beside them, his hands resting on his knees. Inwardly, his sharp mind wanted to intervene, to speak up and offer immediate comfort to soothe the raw vulnerabilities of the two women he cherished. But he forcefully held himself back.
He knew exactly how incredibly valuable and rare this specific moment was, and he didn't want to ruin it with a clumsy interruption.
In this world, harems were a dime a dozen among powerful cultivators. But those arrangements weren't families. In the vast majority of cases, those setups were either cold, calculated political transactions, or simply a powerful man collecting beautiful women like rare artifacts to satisfy his own ego. In those structures, the women never truly got along; they lived in a perpetual state of masked hostility, plotting behind each other's backs and fighting for crumbs of attention.
