On the spacious desk, there was a stack of summaries half a person's height on the left and a stack of calligraphy practice books on the right. Wei Li stood between them with a look of utter despair.

Chen Ruojiang was afraid that Wei Li would make him work, so he had already run away.

Wei Li's mind was filled with thoughts like, "This is so annoying, I don't want to do this anymore, let's just destroy it!"

But then he thought of Zhao Xiheng and their unborn child, and reluctantly opened a summary.

It's from Ji'an.

Wei Li had stayed in Ji'an for some time. The governor of Ji'an knew more or less about Wei Li's stubborn temper and that he didn't like reading. So, after a brief greeting, he reported on the situation in Ji'an that year. Nothing remarkable had changed. So, he decided to continue with the development plan from the previous year, focusing on agriculture, preferably growing more soybeans and corn, and pressing oil and storing grain.

"Hmm..." Wei Li rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a moment, trying to consider the rationale behind doing so.

"It should be fine," he thought, flipping through the pages to look at Ji'an's income and expenditure situation last year. "Not bad, not bad, we didn't lose money. Let's follow last year's plan then."

He paused, wondering what the plan was for last year. What was the focus? What were the proportions of corn, soybeans, and rice?

His frizzy hair was practically standing on end. Damn it, I'm not watching anymore, I'm going home for dinner!

Wei Li practically swept in like a gust of wind. Knowing he couldn't let his emotions affect Zhao Xiheng, he forced himself to pull himself together and managed a smile.

But Zhao Xiheng had lived with him for over a year and knew his temper inside and out. She knew what nonsense he was going to say as soon as he pouted. Right now, he was obviously unhappy and irritable, like a big dog about to destroy the house.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xiheng asked softly.

She should be a good wife, a good mother, and a good helpmate. She should speak gently and provide good prenatal education for her child so that the child will grow up to be a gentle person.

Wei Li hugged her from behind, buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath, smelling the faint scent of gardenias on her body. He said casually, "It's okay, don't worry about it. Just focus on your pregnancy."

Zhao Xiheng raised an eyebrow. What's wrong with him being so hesitant now? He's usually so quick to criticize her, isn't he?

The key point is that she worried a lot too, didn't she? She worried that this old dog's handwriting was bad and that people would laugh at him.

And his tone right now is so irritating, she can't help but want to slap him.

Zhao Xiheng asked patiently, "Go ahead and tell me what's bothering you, and I'll see if I can help."

Wei Li was embarrassed by the question. Did he, a grown man, need his wife's help? Afraid that she would continue to press him, he impatiently replied, "What could I possibly need? You women shouldn't meddle in men's affairs. Why are you asking so many questions? Let's eat."

"What the hell are you eating? You're getting too cocky, aren't you, Wei Li? If you don't need your mouth, donate it to someone who does. Do you have a mouth just to chatter on and annoy people? What do you mean by 'women should mind their own business'? What do you mean by 'I talk too much'? I asked you a couple of questions out of concern and you got them wrong?"

You came in with a long face, looking all wronged, and then you wouldn't let me ask you anything. What's wrong with you?

She slammed her hand on the table, causing the bowls and chopsticks on it to jump.

Zhao Xiheng originally wanted to be a good wife and gentle mother, but considering Wei Li's recent suffering from morning sickness and her efforts in practicing calligraphy, she decided not to make things difficult for her for the time being.

But that old dog Wei Li always manages to easily provoke her anger when she's in a calm state of mind, forcing her to curse him in her heart. Now her anger is much greater than before, and she can't stand even the slightest bit of anger, let alone Wei Li's mouth which is so rude that she wants to slap him twice.

To be honest, she has already cultivated her character and rarely curses in her heart after becoming pregnant, for fear of corrupting the child.

Last night, he fought with her over candied hawthorns. Zhao Xiheng thought it was just for fun, and besides, she really couldn't eat too many hawthorns.

Zhao Xiheng was furious and blurted out her words without thinking.

She was startled, realizing that her gentle and kind persona had completely collapsed in front of Wei Li. But then she thought, so what if it collapsed? Anyway, she wasn't afraid of Wei Li anymore.

Wei Li had just sat down when Zhao Xiheng slammed her hand on the table, causing him to instinctively jump up. He placed his hand neatly on the outside of his thigh and looked at Zhao Xiheng in disbelief.

She was irritable during the early stages of her pregnancy, but she's been as gentle as ever this past month. He thought the irritability phase was over, but he didn't expect her to be even more irritable now? And she's swearing so harshly?

"I...I...I..." Wei Li was so shocked that she didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally managed to stammer out, "How could you swear at me?"

Zhao Xiheng let out a deep breath, "So what if I cursed? Who told me to be so shameless with my insults? I've been putting up with your mouth for so long, ever since we first met in Dandong, I've wanted to cut it off and tear it apart."

It feels so good to curse people, she wants to keep cursing.

Insults are like the floodgates of desire; once opened, they are hard to stop.

Wei Li was completely dumbfounded.

Zhao Xiheng slammed her hand on the table again, clutching her pregnant belly. "Speak! What is it? Who are you trying to fool with that long face?"

"No...nothing serious." Wei Li stammered in surprise. "It's just that Chen Ruojiang brought me a summary of Pingzhou for the whole year, and there's too much of it, so I'm a little annoyed."

Zhao Xiheng squinted and looked him up and down, finally mocking him with a contemptuous tone, "Are you a little annoyed or don't understand?"

Wei Li blushed with embarrassment and loudly protested, "It's just annoying! It's not that I don't understand!"

How could Zhao Xiheng, who had been his teacher for so long, not know how much knowledge he possessed? He grasped the essence of military strategy instantly, but was as stupid as a donkey in other areas.

She was about to make another sarcastic remark, but ultimately refrained from speaking out of consideration for Wei Li's feelings.

The problem was solved, and her anger subsided after her outburst. Zhao Xiheng sat down gracefully, gave him a gentle smile, and said, "Let's eat, I'm hungry."

Wei Li sat down tremblingly. "Can I eat?" he asked, then couldn't help but want to slap himself.

What kind of nonsense is this? It sounds like he's so afraid of Zhao Xiheng that he has to watch his step when he eats a meal. Clearly, he's the one in control between them. Zhao Xiheng has to rely on him, and he's the head of the household.

Zhao Xiheng gently placed a piece of braised pork rib on his plate, which did not disappoint her kind and beautiful face.

She smiled, her smile as radiant as the rising sun, its light shining brightly for miles. She said sweetly, "What are you saying, my lord? How could I not let you eat? It was you who promised to give me a good scolding, why are you denying it now?"

Wei Li licked his lips, feeling a chill run down his spine, an inexplicable sense of unease. He had said those words before, but he hadn't expected Zhao Xiheng to be so harsh; he had thought last time was the limit…

Feeling uneasy after finishing his meal and then resting uneasy again, Wei Li got dressed and went to his study to continue working on the pile of summaries.

A slender, fair arm emerged from the blankets, hooking around his wrist; its ten fingers were soft, white, and delicate.

Zhao Xiheng, her eyes still sleepy, wrapped herself around Wei Li's arm. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her face was fair and her cheeks were rosy, and her undergarment was half-open, revealing her fair skin. She looked like a bewitching fairy from a storybook, teasing people invisibly.

"Wait for me, I'll go to the study with you."

She murmured a couple of words softly, then leaned on Wei Li's shoulder to calm herself down.

To be honest, Wei Li still feels lingering fear from what happened at noon. But with such beauty before him, he was blinded by lust. What's wrong with cursing? It's okay for a beautiful woman to curse a few more times; even a beautiful woman who curses is attractive.

Moreover, he hadn't been close to Zhao Xiheng for over three months. If he didn't flirt with her, it would be fine, but once he touched her, it was like a fire was ignited. He usually avoided her, but today she took the initiative to come close to him.

He gently stroked Zhao Xiheng's rosy cheeks with his thumb as she woke up, whispering close, "What were you doing?"

"I'll help you look at the summary, didn't you find it annoying?" Zhao Xiheng yawned lightly, tried to open her eyes, and a few tears welled up in her eyes, her long eyelashes also glistening with tears.

Wei Li's thumb had already touched her lips, caressing and kneading them, exuding an indescribable decadent eroticism.

He lowered his head and pecked at Zhao Xiheng's lips, his hand already sliding down her collarbone from her lips, into her loose collar and kneading her.

Zhao Xiheng blushed and pushed him away, saying, "No."

Wei Li coaxed her closer and gently laid her down, saying, "It's okay if I don't go all the way."

An hour had passed when they got up again. Their clothes were disheveled, and the room was filled with an indescribably sweet and cloying atmosphere.

Zhao Xiheng got up, glared at him fiercely, and quickly put on her clothes.

Wei Li took the clothes from her and carefully dressed her, asking softly, "Are your legs still weak?"

Zhao Xiheng continued to glare at him, her eyes like gleaming daggers, wishing she could tear a piece of flesh from his body. "You dog."

She cursed. Although the previous scene didn't go all the way, it was still full of surprises. She couldn't help but sigh again that Wei Li hadn't wasted his time reading those thirteen books.

If only he had this ability to apply what he's learned to other situations when he's studying other subjects.

"Don't you like it too?" Wei Li leaned closer and whispered.

Zhao Xiheng's face flushed instantly, and she bit his neck, "Shut up!"

Shameless! How can someone be so brazen as to profane others in broad daylight? Does he think she's so thick-skinned?

Zhao Xiheng frowned as she looked at the half-person-high compendium on the table. "Are you sure this is only from Pingzhou?"

Pingzhou only has forty prefectures, how could it have produced so many?

Even her father didn't have this many memorials.

Wei Li, not wanting to be bothered by those things, turned his head away and affirmed, "Yes."

He dragged a stool over for Zhao Xiheng to sit down, and then handed her a portion.

Unlike Wei Li, Zhao Xiheng could tell what was being discussed with just a glance.

Wei Li watched her flip through the pages at a rapid pace and swallowed hard.

She quickly flipped through three pages, her brow furrowing even deeper. "Nothing of substance, a waste of time."

Wei Li nodded vigorously in agreement, "Yes."

Zhao Xiheng put her hand aside, then rolled up her sleeves. "Pick out all the ones like this. Whoever wrote them will be punished with three years' salary. Send them back and make them rewrite them. Make an example of them."