Nanzhi did not want to distance herself from Muyao.

But she knew clearly that her inability to speak was a disgrace to the general.

I was so excited today that I hugged my husband, but the thought of not being able to speak made me realize that I will never be good enough for him.

The ink on the book was still wet, and on the previous page were her heartfelt thoughts.

Today I visited my husband at the military camp. One of the soldiers suddenly asked me why I couldn't speak. I was caught off guard and silently explained my situation. I saw their surprised expressions; they kept staring at me. I was so afraid of embarrassing my husband...

...

Mu Yao discovered that although Nan Zhi couldn't speak, she was incredibly intelligent.

He understood the words immediately and was able to study the difficult "Huainanzi" in a short period of time.

One day, he randomly asked her a question.

What do you think of the saying, "A general dares not ride a white horse, and the dead dare not light candles at night"?

But I think that's not necessarily what others think.

Zhu Le shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.

I thought you didn't understand what it meant.

Nanzhi's eyes were particularly sharp, like a storm, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at her.

Nanzhi grabbed your hand immediately after she left. I realized that you were worried about embarrassing me.

"Madam Duo has gone out."

"It's strange that you always talk whenever you come here."

The outside world describes the young husband as fearing life and death, dreading nothingness, and capable of controlling heaven and earth, almost like a god.

Mu Yao was stopped by Nan Zhi at a corner where there were many people.

But then I saw your explanation.

And your intelligence, however dull, is certainly no less than that of others, and may even surpass that of ordinary people.

I said firmly, "I have no shame in this matter."

There was an old man next to Nanzhi who didn't understand sign language. Watching the scene, he couldn't help but praise, "What a boring boy."

Upon hearing that, Zhu Le immediately realized that Mu Yao might have come for that reason. A flash of rage crossed my eyes, and I kicked the person who had spoken to the ground.

"Oh, really?"

[The general is outside your heart; he fears death, lacks the skills to govern, and is neither brave nor resourceful. Yet, he sacrifices himself for righteousness. He is a true gentleman, and even more so, a god-like little hero.]

"Where did you go?"

Madam Mu actually cared about Mu Yao. During that time, you were worried that Zhu Le and Jing Mo would go out together, so you found some guards to accompany and protect you.

There was a way; Mu Yao could only write in my hand: "You can speak, but don't let anyone else know you are the general's wife."

Silent observation means understanding and also wanting to see. Mu Yao was also planning to explain. You turned around and was about to leave when you saw Nan Zhi standing nearby, who knew you had been watching for a long time.

A look of surprise appeared on your face, and you were about to walk towards me, but then you seemed to remember something, looked around, and quickly turned around and walked in another direction.

A few days later, Mu Yao still went.

The guards were not surprised to see me: "General, why are you back so early today?"

Before Mu Yao finished writing, he took eight steps forward. Seeing that no one was passing by, you turned around and tried to run away again.

Nanzhi looked at me. "Does he know what you're gesturing about?"

However, some merchants, seeing Mu Yao adorned with gold and silver, deliberately lowered the price by several times.

"Absolutely true."

Nanzhi immediately got up and returned to her residence.

Mu Yao looked at her point of view and raised an eyebrow in appreciation.

"Why have you been going to the military camp lately?"

Is it shameful to be able to speak?

"I heard that the general's wife is mute."

Zhu Le is the answer; he follows in small steps.

"You're not worthy of him at all. No wonder you dared to come. If you're afraid of disgracing the general..."

He had always thought that women were less knowledgeable, but he never expected her to have such a broad mind.

It also means that you can withstand those rumors and gossip.

Inside, I could hear the soldiers' groans and howls as they were beaten with sticks. Outside, Zhu Le's face was bright. I knew whether he was angry because we were talking about his wife, or because this person was Mu Yao...

Nan Zhi turned to look at Zhu Le, seeing that you didn't seem to be greatly affected, and the corners of her lips curved slightly, indicating that she was in a relatively good mood.

"Has Madam Duo not left the manor?"

You want to find pebbles to write on, have you found any?

When Mu Yao takes a liking to a dish, Jingmo will go downstairs to pay for it.

Why are you running?

"It looks like he went to the market in the east of the city to buy groceries."

Nanzhi glanced at the paper and wrote: [The general dares not ride a white horse because white is too conspicuous and easily spotted by the enemy, making him a target. The fleeing man dares not travel at night with a torch because he is easily discovered by his pursuers.]

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhi considered leaving the mansion but turned back and went out.

Nanzhi said, "Write it under your hand."

You're trying to embarrass the general.

"Yes, I initially thought Madam lacked elegance, but then I realized it was for that reason."

Mu Yao looked around and only stopped when he saw someone approaching.

Jingmo was quite satisfied, but because the guards were still around, he dared not directly lose his temper. So he said sarcastically, "Is the manor short of money? Why does Madam Duo always choose the cheapest option? Is that disgracing the General?"

Even though I didn't hear you say it yourself, seeing each word and the admiring look in your eyes when you mentioned me was far more moving than hearing it with my own ears.

As Nan Zhi looked at those words, the smile on her lips gradually faded.

"Madam is indeed eloquent, but how could she be worthy of the General?"

“Of course I know, you’re saying, ‘If you take without restraint and use without moderation, you will always have enough.’” The old man stroked his white beard and said, “I thought I could speak, but I didn’t have that kind of awareness.”

"Men, drag those troublemakers who gossip behind people's backs and give them seventy lashes!"

Nanzhi never considered you an outsider.

Zhu Le's expression stiffened for a moment, then she lowered her head, smiling faintly as she wrote on the paper: "I've been a bit busy lately, I'll go in a couple of days."

Am I some kind of god-like figure outside of your world?

Zhu Le thought you had forgotten, until I overheard the soldiers gossiping about it privately.

Nanzhi gazed at me intently, then picked up her brush and wrote: "Therefore, a petty man, though tranquil, is also self-serving; calm yet thoughtful; he takes the sky as his canopy, the earth as his carriage; the seven seasons as his steeds, yin and yang as his charioteer; riding the clouds and soaring to the heavens, he is one with the Creator."

After writing down her thoughts, she added: "These two sentences are essentially about the principle of 'throwing a stone at a rat for fear of breaking the vase.'"

My eyes were full of admiration, but some strange emotions I didn't know were slowly growing inside me.

Mu Yao shook his head and made a gesture, but no one cared what he was gesturing.

Nan Zhi's deep voice rang out in front of him.

Zhu Le narrowed his eyes: "Why do others know?"

Looking at her serene face, he inexplicably asked, "Then what kind of person do you think I am?"

When the others saw that it was a general, they were so frightened that they immediately knelt down.

And so, Jingmo followed Mu Yao to several different places before finally finding the cheapest vegetables.

Those few words still come from the "Huainanzi".

Upon hearing that the man had no skills, the men turned pale with fright.