I'll help you breathe freely

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Speaking of which, Han An Nuong's mind still hadn't calmed down. Originally a simple, law-abiding peasant woman, she suddenly learned that her scoundrel Third Uncle had killed officials, implicating her as a rebel. Then, her own uncle (Tran Mac) also rebelled and became the leader of over eight hundred people. Fear, unease, apprehension, and bewilderment about the future instantly settled in her heart.

"Sister-in-law, please sit first."

Tran Mac leaned aside to make way, led Han An Nuong to sit down at the table, and poured her a cup of water. He could very well understand Han An Nuong's feelings. With a face full of apology, he said, "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry for making you worry and frightened."

"Why would Uncle say that?" Han An Nuong hurriedly waved her hand and explained, "Uncle, don't blame yourself. No matter what happens, I will face it together with Uncle. It's just that so many things have happened suddenly these past two days, I... my heart is stuffy and panicked."

"Then I'll help sister-in-law breathe freely." Tran Mac took Han An Nuong's small hand, held it in his palm to admire, and teasingly stared at her bodice.

Han An Nuong was flustered by Tran Mac's deeply suggestive gaze, hurriedly turned her head away, her face blushing crimson: "Uncle, don't say such embarrassing things."

Originally, Tran Mac didn't have that thought, but seeing his sister-in-law's shy appearance, the flames of passion in his heart were instantly ignited. The suppressed pressure of these past two days also sought release.

He let go of Han An Nuong's hand, stood up, and closed the main door. Under Han An Nuong's flustered eyes, he swept her up in a princess carry, in the manner of a husband caressing his wife, and headed towards the master bedroom.

"Uncle, don't..."

Han An Nuong, seeing Tran Mac about to carry him into the master bedroom, her delicate body suddenly trembled, and she struggled. But before she could finish speaking, she was kissed by Tran Mac.

Han An Nuong struggled even more fiercely, her calves beneath the soft skirt still kicking and flailing.

Tran Mac was still wondering why his sister-in-law was struggling so much this time. Upon entering the master bedroom and taking a look, he then discovered Song Man (Little Man) was asleep in his room.

Even more coincidentally, Song Man had just woken up. Rubbing her somewhat hazy eyes, she looked at Tran Mac and Han An Nuong in surprise: "Brother Mac, Sister Han, you..."

"Little Man, why are you in my room?" Tran Mac was stunned.

"Ah..." Han An Nuong, embarrassed, closed her eyes tightly, buried her head in Tran Mac's chest. Her pearl-round, jade-bright face was covered with a layer of rosy blush, even her earlobes gradually became rosy and moist. Her hands gently patted Tran Mac's shoulder, her voice like a mosquito's hum: "Uncle, I told you not to. Little Man is sleeping in your room. You didn't even wait for me to finish... finish telling you, and then..."

However, Tran Mac was thick-skinned. It wasn't that he felt no shame; his passion was just rising. He even had the just-awakened little girl go out and guard the door.

Song Man was indeed very obedient and went out quietly.

Tran Mac placed Han An Nuong on the bed, took off her embroidered shoes for her, pulled aside her delicate shoulder, leaned close to the beauty's ear, his voice, cool and clear as a mountain spring, carried a hint of teasing as he whispered, "Sister-in-law can open your eyes now. Little Man has gone out, it's alright."

Han An Nuong: "..."

The warm breath and teasing by her ear made Han An Nuong's maiden heart greatly ashamed. She turned her head to the side and said in a trembling voice, "What nonsense is Uncle talking about? Didn't you have something to tell me? Let's first..."

Just then, she felt a shadow press down, and soft lips met hers. Shortly after, those calloused fingers gently caressed her face.

In between breaths, a voice reached her ear: "Sister-in-law, I should first help you breathe freely."

Hearing this, Han An Nuong's already snow-white, oval face blushed fiery red. She placed her hands on Tran Mac's shoulders and pushed gently: "Uncle, the sky... the sky isn't dark yet, someone might come. Let's wait until night..."

"But isn't sister-in-law's heart stuffy and panicked?"

"Uncle!"

"Alright then." Tran Mac didn't force her, saying, "Watermelon can relieve heat and unblock the passages. Coincidentally, I'm also a bit thirsty. Let's eat melon."

The watermelons of the Great Song Dynasty ripened a bit early.

One could eat ripe melons even in spring.

To prevent Tran Mac from acting blindly, Han An Nuong even proactively cut the melon for Tran Mac to eat.

Tran Mac ate two slices of watermelon; the red flesh was vibrant, sweet, and juicy.

After eating the melon, not only did Han An Nuong no longer feel stuffy in her heart, but even the pressure in Tran Mac's heart was also greatly relieved.

Indeed, when one has nothing to do, one should eat more melon.

"Alright, can we talk now?" Han An Nuong took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Tran Mac's mouth, her eyes carrying a hint of melancholy complaint.

For a moment, Tran Mac shivered slightly. Previously, it was always him wiping for Han An Nuong. He leaned down and kissed the corner of Han An Nuong's lips, saying softly, "Sister-in-law, I have something I need to trouble you to do."

Han An Nuong listened quietly.

"Sister-in-law, you should have become quite familiar with Brother Thuy's wife, Luu Thi, recently, right? Tomorrow, take Luu Thi and gather all the village women from these villages. It would be best if you can make them listen to you..." Tran Mac said slowly, his hands not idle, practicing his "ball skills."

Although the specific population count hadn't been tallied yet, judging from the over eight hundred people following him, excluding other villages, their family members numbered at least nearly two thousand.

In the early stages of development, Tran Mac couldn't let them rest. He had to find ways to keep them busy. They couldn't do hard labor, but tasks like spring plowing and cooking for the contingent definitely had to be assigned to them.

That's right, Tran Mac was building a logistics team.

Furthermore, if he controlled them, he also controlled all the village's information channels. There was nothing happening within the village that this group of aunts didn't know about; they were definitely an intelligence department.

"Uncle, can I do it?" Seeing Tran Mac entrust such a heavy burden to her, Han An Nuong suddenly felt a little nervous, afraid of messing things up.

"Sister-in-law, you must believe in yourself. You can even handle me; this matter will definitely not be a problem. Besides, I will inform Brother Thuy to have his wife fully cooperate with you," Tran Mac said.

"Uncle, you're annoying..." Hearing Tran Mac's teasing, Han An Nuong couldn't help but swat Tran Mac shyly.

However, thinking that her uncle trusted her so much, a sense of joy and sweetness rose in her heart. She silently encouraged herself, then looked into Tran Mac's eyes and said earnestly, "Uncle, rest assured, I will not let you down."

...

At night, after Tran Mac had formulated the rules to be announced the next day, it was already past midnight.

"Uncle, it's getting late. You didn't sleep last night, and you didn't rest today during the day either. You should sleep, or you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning." On the bed, Han An Nuong, seeing Tran Mac had finished, quickly moved to the side, pouting, and offered the warmed spot to Tran Mac.

"Coming."

He blew out the candle, but after Tran Mac undressed and lay down, he hadn't slept for long when a commotion came from outside the room.

"Brother Mac, Han Vu is back!"

In the courtyard, Truong Ha's voice sounded.

Before he could knock, the main door of the main house was pulled open. Tran Mac, Tang saber in hand, strode out quickly, his brows furrowed slightly: "Did something happen in Thanh Dinh County?"

"No. Brother Mac, Han Vu has returned with many people," Truong Ha said...