Jin Quan had discovered this fact far too late. At first he attempted to maintain the dignity expected from the Jin household master. That dignity survived approximately for a hours at most.
After that, survival itself became the greater concern. The worst part was that Jin Su genuinely seemed fascinated by experimenting with all the things she had restrained herself from doing throughout their marriage.
Every time Jin Quan believed the night was finally ending, she would suddenly remember "one more thing" she had wanted to try for years.
And now there was nothing stopping her.
Jin Quan sat at the breakfast table the following morning along side his family, looking like a man returning from war.
His posture remained straight through sheer discipline alone. Dark circles rested beneath his eyes while his expression carried the hollow calm of someone who had suffered greatly but no longer possessed the strength to protest.
Across from him Jin Su looked radiant.
Perfectly composed now. As if perfectly rested and refreshed. Which somehow made the situation even crueler.
"You look tired," Jin Su had remarked gently while pouring tea for him with complete innocence. Jin Quan stared at her for several long seconds.
Then slowly lowered his head into his hands. "I fear my own wife," he admitted quietly. Jin Su only smiled. "You say that every day now honey." She said calmly touching his hand.
"Because every day it becomes more and more true." He said. The terrifying part was that Jin Quan did not entirely dislike the situation either. That was the true tragedy.
He suffered constantly beneath her overwhelming enthusiasm, sharp tongue and increasingly dominant personality. Yet at the same time, he adored her too much to genuinely resist. Especially the stuff she is doing to him for the past few days.
Because after years of cultivation and training, Jin Su had gradually surpassed him physically as well. Her martial strength had long since exceeded what most noblewomen should normaly possess.
And while she would never intentionally harm him, Jin Quan knew with painful certainty that if she truly wished to overpower him.
He would lose immediately without any chance of fighting back. Now that gap has increased drastically due to the the new updates Luo He performed on her blood line.
That realization had permanently altered the balance of their marriage a little at a time. Not publicly, of course. Outside the bedroom, Jin Quan still remained the respected head of the Jin household.
Servants bowed when he passed. Guards obeyed his commands instantly. His authority throughout the estate remained unquestioned. But privately
Jin Quan understood very clearly who truly controlled his strings.
And unfortunately for him Jin Su enjoyed reminding him of that fact whenever possible.
The result was a marriage that somehow functioned through a mixture of affection, intimidation, exhaustion, and mutual dependence.
Despite everything, Jin Su had never once truly harmed her husband throughout all the years of their marriage.
Not even slightly. That fact alone was something Jin Quan appreciated more deeply as the years passed.
Because the difference in their bloodlines had always placed Jin Su above him physically from the very beginning. Jin Quan possessed an orange bloodline. Jin Su possessed a blue one.
Even before cultivation, that gap already carried frightening implications. Her body was naturally stronger, faster, more resilient, and capable of enduring levels of force his own could never match directly.
As the years passed and both continued cultivating, that difference only became more obvious. And yet not once had she used that superiority to hurt him. Not during arguments. Not during anger. Not even accidentally.
Over time, Jin Quan had slowly relaxed because of that. The fear most noblemen secretly carried toward powerful wives had gradually disappeared from his heart.
Jin Su was dominant, overwhelming, sharp-tongued and occasionally terrifying. But never cruel. Specially towards him she was very kind and considerate, unless he pissed her of by doing something terribly stupid.
That certainty had become one of the foundations of their marriage. Then Luo He ruined everything. Or more specifically he upgraded Jin Su into something monstrous.
The moment Luo He augmented Jin Su's bloodline from blue to red, Jin Quan's peace of mind vanished almost overnight. Because a red bloodline was no longer something ordinary martial logic could comfortably explain.
The increase was absurd. Her senses sharpened. Her reflexes evolved. Her physical strength multiplied to terrifying levels. Even the pressure surrounding her presence subtly changed afterward.
Jin Quan still remembered the first time Jin Su casually grabbed his wrist after the augmentation. She had not even been using strength. Yet for a split second he genuinely felt like his arm belonged to someone else now.
Fragile. Breakable. Temporary. Jin Su herself noticed immediately and loosened her grip in panic afterward. But the damage to Jin Quan's confidence had already been done.
Because now, for the first time in years he truly understood how physically helpless he would be if she ever lost control.
Thankfully, Jin Su herself understood this far better than anyone else.
Despite everything, she had never been cruel toward her husband from a physical standpoint.
In fact, after years of marriage, she had become one of the strongest supporters of a very specific household principle.
The rule that Jin family women must never strike their husbands.
It had originally existed only as an old teaching buried within the ancient family records. Most people treated it as symbolic tradition from a more civilized age.
Jin Su was the one who transformed it into official household law. She personally revised the family rulebook and ensured the principle was rewritten clearly among the core teachings of the Jin household.
Every servant, guard, and future family member was expected to know it. Not because she believed women were weak. But because she understood the opposite all too well.
Jin Su had cultivated martial arts for most of her life. Her physical abilities had long surpassed what ordinary noblemen or in this case noblewomen could endure.
Even before marriage, she understood something most noble families ignored.
A woman with enough martial strength could accidentally become terrifying to the person beside her.
Especially within noble society, where political marriages were common and social status rarely matched personal combat ability.
A husband might possess higher rank. Greater authority. More political influence. Yet still be physically weaker than his wife. And if that imbalance was ignored, affection could quietly become intimidation without either side realizing.
That was why Jin Su taught the rule so seriously to Jin Mulan from childhood.
"A husband is not an enemy to overpower."
Jin Su said calmly once while correcting her daughter's sword stance. "If your strength exceeds his, then your restraint must exceed it as well."
Young Jin Mulan had rolled her eyes at the lecture back then. At the time, she believed finding a man weaker than herself would be nearly impossible anyway.
But later that had changed. After all she herself had inherited monstrous talent. Her cultivation speed, physical strength, reflexes, and battle instincts were already abnormal compared to most warriors her age.
Even many trained soldiers feared sparring with her directly. Which made the future seem a little complex in her mind. Surely any man capable of marrying me would naturally be stronger she reassured to her self. Then she met Luo He.
And reality collapsed completely. Because Luo He was not merely stronger than her. He was something else entirely.
Something difficult to measure using ordinary standards.
The terrifying part was not his physical ability. It was the overwhelming pressure hidden beneath his calm, careless, good for nothing presona.
Jin Mulan still remembered the first and only time Luo He had released genuine killing intent. Not during training. Not during one of his usual threats. Not during one of their arguments.
But on that day.
The day the Black Mang soldiers tried to harm her and her unborn child. Even now, the memory remained painfully clear inside her mind. It had only lasted for a brief moment.
A single instant.
Yet that instant had left behind a scar upon everyone who witnessed it.
Because before that day, Jin Mulan understood Luo He as dangerous man with a tactical mind.
After that day:
She understood, he can't be even closely described by the world dangerous. The change had happened so suddenly that even now she struggled to properly describe it. One moment Luo He had still looked calm. Cold perhaps. Angry certainly.
But controlled.
Then one of the Black Mang soldiers moved toward her with killing intent. And something inside Luo He changed. The atmosphere itself seemed to collapse.
The pressure that erupted from him did not feel human anymore.
It was not merely anger. Not hatred. Not rage. It was annihilation. Pure murderous intent condensed so heavily that even hardened soldiers froze instinctively before understanding why. Jin Mulan still remembered the expressions on their faces.
Confusion first. Then fear. Then absolute terror as if seeing some ancient, awakened horror. Because their bodies reacted before their minds could.
Veteran soldiers, the best of the best under the emperor of Yue, people who had survived battlefields, suddenly lost the courage to move forward.
Some stepped back unconsciously.
Others forgot to breathe. And Luo He simply looked at them. That was all.
No dramatic movements. No loud declaration. No visible effort.
Just one glance. Then the masecure began. It happened so fast that memory itself struggled to follow it properly afterward.