That night, Emperor Cheng Tai rediscovered the vitality and passion of his youth.

The next day, a new concubine named Xiangfei appeared in the palace.

In Yikun Palace, after hearing the palace servants' report, the Imperial Concubine forcefully snapped off one of her fingernails.

"You wretch, just you wait!"

...

When Yi Shuihan came to hand in his homework that night, he asked Xiao Qingyin, "How did you do that?"

If His Majesty had taken a liking to Zhuang Wanmei, he would have kept her in the palace long ago, instead of waiting until today.

Moreover, he was made a concubine after only one visit to the emperor's bedchamber.

Xiao Qingyin looked bewildered: "What did you say?"

"The matter of Zhuang Wanmei being made a concubine."

Yi Shuihan replied.

"She went to the general's mansion to force him into marriage, and the next day she was sleeping on the emperor's bed. Don't tell me it has nothing to do with you."

If Zhuang Wanmei were that capable, she wouldn't have spent so many years trying to get into the palace without achieving anything.

Xiao Qingyin smiled.

"You really think highly of me. Maybe he's gone all in and has come to terms with it."

Both Yi Jiu and Yi Shuihan work for the emperor; she would be stupid to admit that she helped Zhuang Wanmei.

Yi Shuihan noticed her defensiveness, and his eyes darkened.

After returning home, he became increasingly depressed and couldn't help but go to find the old man.

The old man was in the study. When he went over, the study door was open, and the old man was sitting at the table binding books.

Yi Shuihan walked to his side, casually glanced at the book cover, and was immediately shocked.

Postpartum care for sows?!

What is this?

He blurted it out.

Marquis Yong'an was completely focused on the bookbinding when he suddenly heard someone speaking in his ear, which startled him so much that he almost jumped up.

He turned and glared at his unfilial son, saying irritably, "Don't you know how to knock before entering someone else's room?!"

"You didn't close the door, why bother?"

Yi Shuihan said nonchalantly.

"Answer my question quickly."

"This has nothing to do with you."

After finishing speaking, Marquis Yong'an turned his head and continued binding.

After tying the last knot and cutting the loose thread, he picked up the book and showed a satisfied expression.

Just as he was about to flip through it, his hand was suddenly empty; the book had been snatched away by his unfilial son.

After getting the book, Yi Shuihan hid to the side and quickly flipped through it.

I thought the old man was just putting on a show, selling a book of erotic pictures.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a book about postpartum care for sows. The content was detailed, with rich illustrations, and the handwriting and style clearly came from the old man's hand.

"Old man, are you changing careers?"

Why would a proper scholar choose to become a pig herder?

Marquis Yong'an snatched the book back from his hand.

“This was prepared for your mother. The piglet mortality rate in the village is too high, and the sows are always sick. She has been worried for several days.”

Yi Shuihan: "..."

He knew that the old man would only ever think about his mother.

He sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked the old man who was checking the bindings, "You've been taking care of Mother for twenty years, aren't you tired?"

"Oh."

Marquis Yong'an responded with a mocking laugh.

"How could a little kid like you understand the joy of spoiling his wife?"

"But you spoil her rotten, and she still keeps things from you. Don't you think that's a failure?"

Marquis Yong'an put down the book, rolled up his sleeves, and picked up a feather duster from the museum shelf.

"Are you asking for it?"

"Calm down, don't be so agitated."

Yi Shuihan poured him a cup of tea.

"I've come to ask you for advice."

"Asking for advice?" Marquis Yong'an sneered. "I think you've come here asking for a beating."

"I really have something to ask you."

Yi Shuihan sighed.

“There is someone I care about a lot, but she won’t open up to me. I feel very frustrated and don’t know how to relieve it.”

The Marquis of Yong'an knew immediately who he was talking about.

"You want people to open up to you, but have you actually opened up to them?"

Yi Shuihan's face stiffened.

He certainly wasn't exactly honest.

Even after knowing each other for so long, he still kept it a secret from her that he and Yi Jiu were the same person.

He wanted to tell her, but she was so resistant to the marriage that he was afraid she would pack her bags and run away that very night.

We had no choice but to slow down and plan to proceed gradually.

But she would often ask him to elope, and he couldn't cooperate with her, which caused her trust in him to plummet.

He suspected that if things continued like this, she would eventually elope with someone else.

He didn't know what to do.

Marquis Yong'an could tell from his expression that he didn't treat that girl well.

"If you want to win back your wife, you have to humble yourself."

He spoke with the air of someone who had been there.

"If you're always so aloof, even if you're as beautiful as an angel, no one will care about you."

"Then..." Yi Shuihan looked conflicted, "What does it mean to not be pretentious?"

Marquis Yong'an patted the book in his hand, "Postpartum Care of Sows".

“Your father is a clean freak. In my forty years of life, I have never gone near a pigsty. But because your mother is obsessed with raising pigs, I accompany her to the farm every now and then to help her summarize her pig-raising experience. That’s what I call being down-to-earth.”

Yi Shuihan: "..."

I understand.

It means lowering your status and catering to their preferences.

That woman is greedy and lustful; he wants to give her money and offer her his beauty.

But even the wavy line isn't as wavy as her. What if she takes advantage of him and then dumps him?

Yi Shuihan sighed deeply.

"Mom is easier to coax."

Marquis Yong'an: "..."

"roll!"

When you share your experiences with him, he looks down on you.

What a heartless and unfilial son.

...

After being renovated, Baibaozhai reopened.

No one caused any trouble.

Yun Shu and Yun Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

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