The campaign against Goguryeo was postponed. Apart from eating and sleeping, Wei Li spent almost all his time in his study. Apart from Chen Ruojiang and a few trusted generals who delivered official documents, he had not seen anyone else.

Zhao Xiheng was afraid that he would get sick from holding it in, and also afraid that he was just putting in a lot of effort for a short time. After a few days of this, she couldn't help herself and went to his study with some people.

The table was piled with official documents and letters in a mess. Wei Li sat at the table, and when he saw her come in, he glanced at the messy table with a sour expression, and then hurriedly started to tidy up.

Zhao Xiheng was both amused and exasperated. She didn't say anything to him, but simply moved a chair over, sat down, peeled an orange for him, and popped it into his mouth segment by segment. "What have you been looking at these past few days? You haven't even stepped out of your room."

A few days ago it was like a wild dog that had broken free, but these past few days it has been so quiet.

Wei Li ate the orange bite by bite, finding it very sweet.

He brought over a stack of booklets for Zhao Xiheng, saying, "Take a look."

Zhao Xiheng flipped through the pages; they were all her father's notes, ten notebooks in total, each copied ten times.

She frowned; the handwriting was indeed ugly. But Wei Li was watching her intently from the side, and Zhao Xiheng knew who had copied these things, so of course she couldn't hurt his feelings by saying the handwriting was ugly.

Look closely, there are some typos made by copying blindly. Do you usually communicate with Chen Ruojiang and the others by drawing pictures? Didn't they say that Wei Li's handwriting is bad?

Wei Li picked the largest orange on the plate, peeled it, and ate a segment. It seemed sweeter than the previous one. The sweet and slightly cool juice slid down his throat and into his esophagus, making him feel completely healed.

He cleaned the silk threads and fed them to Zhao Xiheng, saying, "I've tasted it, it's sweet."

Zhao Xiheng had gotten used to being fed by him. She ate while looking at the booklets. Wei Li hooked her little finger and said, "Look, I copied each book ten times. I read them very carefully and memorized them."

Zhao Xiheng was slightly surprised, and forgot to eat the orange segments he was offered. "You memorized all of them?"

These ten notebooks contain at least tens of thousands of words. In less than five days, Wei Li not only copied each one ten times, but also memorized them all.

“Of course, you’ll memorize it after writing it twice, right?” Wei Li was pleased with Zhao Xiheng’s surprise. He raised his chin slightly and said in a nonchalant but boastful tone.

The words "Seeking praise" were practically etched on his face. Zhao Xiheng randomly picked up a book and tested him, "In the final battle against Goguryeo, when Pingzhou was established, which of the Thirty-Six Stratagems were used?"

"A counter-espionage tactic, turning the tables, a feint to the east while attacking the west." Wei Li answered fluently without hesitation, even able to explain it by combining Sun Tzu's Art of War with the situation in Pingzhou back then.

Zhao Xiheng's eyes lit up, and she casually picked a few more questions to ask him, to her surprise, he could answer every single one of them.

In just five short days, even if you can't fully understand it, just being able to remember it is already quite impressive, showing that you are quite intelligent.

Wei Li's smugness grew even more pronounced, almost unable to contain himself. Zhao Xiheng comforted him, getting up to hug him and kissing his cheek. "That's wonderful, my lord, you're getting more and more amazing. My child and I will rely on you in the future."

He was clearly swayed by Zhao Xiheng's charms; his cheeks and ears were flushed, and he was filled with excitement. "Of course your man is amazing, and he'll become even more amazing in the future."

While Zhao Xiheng was gratified, she also felt a little sad. Wei Li was not stupid. If he had been born into a wealthy family, he probably wouldn't have developed such a personality. At least with his intelligence, he would have been a learned and insightful person.

But this word now...

Zhao Xiheng ground some ink and stuffed the brush into Wei Li's hand. "Sit still and don't look at me."

Wei Li held the pen, looking somewhat puzzled, but still obediently followed orders.

"Write the character '裕' (yù) for 'abundance' and show it to me," Zhao Xiheng stood up and instructed him from behind.

Should I have him write?

Thinking about his own scribbles, Wei Li couldn't help but compare his handwriting to Zhao Xinglie's. They were worlds apart. Wei Li's cheeks flushed, and he felt overwhelmed. "Maybe I should stop writing. I'm tired."

Zhao Xiheng nudged his arm, "Go ahead and write, just one word, it won't tire you out."

Wei Li had no choice but to write the character "裕" on the paper, stroke by stroke, like a tortoise crawling.

He quickly crumpled the paper into a ball. "This one doesn't count. I'll rewrite it."

He didn't know why his hands were shaking so badly just now. He hadn't been this nervous when he was copying the notes a few days ago. Zhao Xiheng's gaze fell on his back, as if she could burn a hole in it.

Wei Li picked up his pen, trying to write steadily on the paper.

Zhao Xiheng's gaze seemed tangible, as if it followed her back and landed on the Xuan paper. Wei Li unconsciously lowered his body to block her view.

He was like a student entering school for the first time, with improper writing posture.

After wasting several sheets of paper, Wei Li's ears were so red they were almost bleeding. Zhao Xiheng raised her hand to touch them to cool them down, finding it amusing that this guy was getting shy again.

When I showed her those ten rewrites, even my scribbles were presentable. Now I feel embarrassed to write in front of her. I'm just like a little kid.

When she touched her ear, Wei Li trembled involuntarily. Finally, as if giving up, he stopped trying to hide it and showed her the words he had written.

“That’s all I wrote. There’s nothing I can do if you laugh…” He looked at Zhao Xiheng’s upturned lips and slumped his shoulders. “Laugh if you want.”

Zhao Xiheng thought he was extremely cute right now. She hugged him from behind, kissed the tip of his ear, and then took his hand and wrote the character "裕" (yù) on the paper stroke by stroke.

"Do you see that? This stroke shouldn't extend beyond the top. Who taught you to write when you were studying?" Since Wei Li's handwriting was poor, Zhao Xiheng had to teach him. At least she wasn't good at anything else, but she was quite adept at teaching people to write.

Wei Li's lack of knowledge and culture stemmed from his childhood experiences. Zhao Xiheng felt she couldn't be harsh with him and had to teach him properly, so she unconsciously softened her tone.

Wei Li didn't respond. He was numb and couldn't move or speak. His once rapidly processing thoughts had suddenly become mush, stiff as a stone tablet.

He could only feel Zhao Xiheng's warm, sweet breath brushing against the skin of his neck and ears, a soft, tingling sensation. And the spot where she had just kissed him felt burning hot.

Her body was soft and pliant, pressed against his back, their body temperatures mingling. Her hands were covering his own, moving slowly across the paper. Her soft, sweet lips occasionally brushed against his earlobe, sending a rush of blood through his body and making his ears ring. In the end, he couldn't even hear what she was asking.

They usually have intimate physical contact every day, but this time it felt different…

In the study, a perfectly respectable place, the sky was bright, the window was half open, and there were footsteps walking back and forth outside. They were pressed closely together, and the atmosphere around them seemed to be filled with ambiguity.

No wonder everyone likes a beautiful woman to keep them company. Wei Li's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned closer to her, feeling her soft, yielding embrace.

His thoughts drifted off somewhere, and his face turned completely red.

Zhao Xiheng spoke very seriously; she was prepared to be Wei Li's calligraphy tutor.

Looking down, I saw him lost in thought, and couldn't help but tap his head with the pen. "Did you hear what I just told you?"

Wei Li blinked. "Could you say it again?"

Zhao Xiheng narrowed her eyes, patiently wrote the character "Yu" on the paper while holding his hand. He was too big for her to hug from behind, so she could only try her best to lower her body.

Wei Li, the student, took advantage of his teacher while attending classes; there was no student in the world more carefree than him.

Zhao Xiheng asked him, "Did I just say that this thing sticks out vertically?"

Wei Li, dazed and confused, blinded by lust, nodded, "Out, out, out."

Zhao Xiheng tugged at his ear and scolded, "What do you mean 'go out'? Go out, you big-headed devil! When did I say this guy was going to stand out? Are you stuffed with donkey hair in your ears? Where did you hear what I was saying just now? Are you going to stand out or not?"

Wei Li hugged her waist like a rogue, but didn't dare to use force. He pressed his face against some indescribably soft spot. "A-Dan, I'm tired. Let's take a nap now. I'll write again tomorrow."

He understood; he just wanted to get closer to her and have her hold his hand as she wrote some words.

Seeing that Zhao Xiheng was about to get angry, he quickly coaxed her, "I really know it. If you don't believe me, I'll write it down for you. After we finish writing, we'll both go take a nap."

He quickly rolled up his sleeves and wrote it out neatly. There were no mistakes, but it wasn't very pretty.

Seeing that he had indeed learned it, Zhao Xiheng's anger subsided slightly. She glanced at the sky and realized it was past noon. After washing and drying her hands, she said, "It's time for a nap."

Wei Li followed her eagerly, wanting to go out together.

"Did I say I wanted to take a nap with you? I'm teaching you to write properly, but you won't learn. Copy that character a hundred times! Otherwise, don't go back to sleep tonight!" Zhao Xiheng turned and left, slamming the study door shut.

Wei Li certainly couldn't pester her any longer, fearing he wouldn't be able to hold her while sleeping that night. Dejected, he sat back down at his desk, preparing to complete the task Zhao Xiheng had given him, feeling utterly unwilling. He regretted not answering properly.

Zhao Xiheng returned, and Wei Li's eyes lit up.

She tilted her chin up and said, "From now on, I'll check your homework and handwriting every day. If you don't write well, you can't go back to your room to sleep."

Wei Li's eyes dimmed again. He scratched his head, his face full of worry.

Is it enough if the writing is legible? Why does it have to be perfectly accurate?

"Then will you teach me like this again tomorrow?" But he would be happy to do so if there were extra perks.