The popularity of the dictionary was completely within Chu Yuening's expectations.

After all, no scholar would refuse a practical reference book. If it is well preserved, it can be used almost for a lifetime.

Chu Yuening's first dictionary was bought by her grandfather at a bookstore.

From elementary school to university, and even after work, she would flip through any words she didn't know. The soft paper with the faint scent of ink was still fresh in her memory.

Zhangtai Palace, inner hall.

The warm afternoon sun shines in, tiny dust particles swirl and dance in the bright light, and the atmosphere is quiet and beautiful.

The beautiful lady with a delicate face is writing at her desk. In the sunlight, her porcelain-white face is shining like jade, her pupils as clear as glass are tinged with a light amber, and her sparkling look is enough to show her seriousness and selflessness.

"Yuening, use some peaches."

Ying Zheng stared at his little wife who was concentrating, his brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of helplessness flowed in his clear phoenix eyes.

He placed a plate of diced peaches in front of her and advised softly.

In the exquisite dish, the peach flesh is white with pink, the skin is peeled off and the pieces are arranged into the shape of petals. The juice that oozes out exudes a unique fruity aroma, fresh and sweet.

Chu Yuening picked up a piece of peach flesh with a fork and put it into her mouth. The rich and sweet juice burst out as she chewed it, without a trace of sourness. The dense taste was mixed with crispness. A few bites in the hot summer day made people sigh.

"Mmm...A Zheng, that's so sweet!"

"Try it too~"

The woman smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with beauty. She picked up a piece of peach with a small fork and handed it to the man's mouth. Her wide sleeves then slipped down, revealing a delicate and smooth snow-white arm.

Afraid that his wife would get tired after holding it for too long, Ying Zheng said nothing more. He leaned over and bit the tender peach flesh.

Then he tasted it slowly. The peach that used to only quench his thirst now tasted extraordinarily sweet.

Soon, the two of them finished the plate of peaches, taking turns to eat.

Ying Zheng took out a brocade handkerchief and gently wiped the juice from the corner of the woman's lips, his handsome face full of doting.

Chu Yuening returned the favor and took out a white handkerchief embroidered with pink flowers to wipe her husband's mouth.

After seeing the cold, hard and dignified face, she found a kind of cute contrast. She secretly smiled, and her eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

"Naughty."

Glancing at the delicate pink flower in his palm, Ying Zheng pinched the little fox's soft cheek. His voice was low and the ending tone was slightly raised, carrying a trace of unconscious emotions.

Chu Yuening blinked her eyelashes innocently, a cunning glint flashed across her eyes. She pulled back her handkerchief and handed the mostly compiled arithmetic book to the man.

Ying Zheng looked through it carefully for a moment, and a look of admiration slowly appeared between his brows.

After a while, he carefully stroked the thin pages of the book and fell into deep thought.

Using simple and easy-to-understand symbols instead of words and then performing calculations through reasonable and clever rules can increase the speed several times.

If applied to finance and economics, government efficiency will definitely be greatly improved.

Chu Yuening was not bored as she stared at the man who was frowning and thinking for a long time. She held her chin and admired the handsome face that she never got tired of looking at.

Well...A Zheng has a solemn face and a sense of majesty without even being angry. His noble and dignified demeanor makes people ignore his overly handsome face.

Few people dared to look into his eyes for a long time. His narrow and long phoenix eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and his deep gaze was as sharp as an eagle, as if he could see through people's hearts.

It really is the oppressive feeling that comes from the greatest emperor of all time.

"This method of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division is quite ingenious. If it is promoted, it will surely eliminate many complicated and cumbersome methods."

"Hehe, of course. This is the crystallization of human wisdom. We call it mathematics. Its mysteries are endless..."

Chu Yuening raised her head proudly, her little face full of pride.

Although she was not proficient in mathematics, she knew what a wonderful subject it was and that mankind's pursuit of truth in it had never stopped.

Ying Zheng closed the book, stroked the woman's soft and fluffy hair, raised his thin lips slightly, and listened patiently.

After she finished speaking, he slowly raised a question.

"Yuening, why don't you have a law class?"

"Um?!"

"A Zheng, do you expect a child who has just learned to read to understand such complex legal knowledge?"

Noticing the genuine seriousness on the man's face, Chu Yuening opened her eyes wide in shock, stood up, held his handsome face in her hands and asked back.

She finally understood why the Qin Dynasty respected the law so much. It was not only because of the admiration of Legalist disciples such as Li Si, but also because of the ideological inclination of A Zheng, the ruler of the world.

They simply don’t care about the life or death of primary school students!

Just learning literacy and arithmetic is enough to make them scratch their heads and cry for their parents every day.

If another law class was added, Chu Yuening was worried that they would become so upset that they would throw the books into the stove and burn them.

Hearing the woman's surprised question, Ying Zheng realized that he was indeed a little too hasty. Not all children are as gifted as Zhao Zhao.

"I was impatient."

"Hahaha...A Zheng is looking at ordinary people with the eyes of a genius."

"Just like when I was in elementary school, I always had trouble learning English, but another classmate not only learned quickly but also spoke fluently and with a standard accent. I even suspected she had returned from abroad..."

Chu Yuening put her arms around the man's neck, snuggled in his arms, and softly told him interesting stories from her childhood, with a hint of nostalgia between her soft eyebrows.

Ying Zheng gently stroked the woman's smooth black hair with his big hands, lowered his eyelashes and listened quietly. When he heard strange words, he frowned in confusion.

"Yuening, what is English?"

"Well...it's the language of a country. However, they currently live on an archipelago in the northwest of the world and haven't established a country yet."

After thinking hard for a long time, Chu Yuening reluctantly gave a relatively reasonable explanation.

She sat on the man's thighs, playing with her slender fingers, and occasionally touching the rough, thin calluses out of curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's brows furrowed even tighter.

The phoenix eyes that originally shone with clear and bright light suddenly shone with a sharp dark light. He murmured in confusion and disdain.

"Living on an island... doesn't that make you a barbarian?"

"Why do you want to learn the language of the barbarians?"

“…”

"Because more than two thousand years later, this country has become powerful, while China has gradually declined due to its isolation. The artillery blasted open our country's gates and shattered the pride of the Celestial Empire..."

"After countless tragic wars and generations of hard work, China finally defended its homeland. In order to progress and develop, we must learn English and communicate with other powerful countries..."

Chu Yuening did not recount the tragic and painful history in detail, but only gave a general explanation of the reasons.

However, the bloody texts that I had learned still flooded into my mind.

She drooped her eyelashes absentmindedly, and her brows couldn't help but furrowed, revealing an indescribable sadness and grief.

The light in those bright eyes gradually dimmed, and his mind was immersed in that tragic history.

This is an indelible pain in the heart of every Chinese.