Yan Jing'an truly no longer wanted his reputation as a talented scholar; he kept mentioning "Madam" all the time, completely different from before.

Even more seriously, he often ate his wife's leftovers... It's simply unheard of.

Jiang Ting glanced at Yuwen Zhuo again: "You are a guest in someone else's home. Is this your manners?"

After being reprimanded by the emperor, Yuwen Zhuo finally dared not utter a sound and obediently ate his meal.

Jiang Ting was indeed somewhat shocked.

But Yan Jing'an seemed used to it; if he hadn't brought it up, Yan Jing'an probably wouldn't have explained at all.

The couple was living a good life, but Yuwen Zhuo kept nagging and complaining. No one would like that.

After telling him to shut up, Jiang Ting felt much quieter.

The meal could be described as a pleasant one for both the host and guests.

At least Jiang Ting got the information he wanted.

His appreciation for Yan Jing'an deepened.

A talented person who was once famous throughout the world will always have some arrogance, believing that he is a unique talent in the world and that it is an injustice of heaven if he is not given important responsibilities.

In reality, when an emperor wants to employ people, he must first consider his own needs.

Those talented men are arrogant and ignorant of their own limitations. Allowing them to serve as officials in the court would only harm them.

Yan Jing'an was clearly not among those people.

Jiang Ting had been secretly keeping an eye on the movements at the Hanlin Academy.

Despite the ridicule from others, Yan Jing'an remained remarkably composed, refusing to do anything out of line regardless of gains or losses. Jiang Ting was quite satisfied with just these qualities.

He's looking for help, not a burden.

Yuwen Zhuo was a military officer, and his arrogance could mask his true intentions.

Yan Jing'an, however, was not up to the task.

Jiang Ting needed a calm person who could always cooperate with him.

Yan Jing'an met his standards.

Before the meal was almost over, Yan Jing'an still toasted Jiang Ting with a glass of wine.

No matter what, he was an emperor, and they couldn't disregard rank and status.

Seeing his formal attitude, Jiang Ting did not refuse.

Yuwen Zhuo obediently picked up his wine glass.

However, somewhat surprisingly, Jiang Tian also raised her glass along with her husband.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhuo asked the question Jiang Ting wanted to ask: "Is it alright for your wife to drink?"

Yan Jing'an laughed heartily and glanced at his wife beside him: "My wife can not only drink, but she can also wield a knife to kill people. It's just that she can't hold her liquor very well. If it weren't for the distinguished guests we have today, I certainly wouldn't have let her touch a drop of alcohol."

This guest is no ordinary person; he is the most distinguished person in the world. If Jiang Tian were to remain silent, it would be truly impolite.

Jiang Ting then tacitly accepted the couple's toast to him.

After drinking one cup, everyone put down their cups.

Yuwen Zhuo asked with some curiosity, "Brother Yan, what do you mean by 'taking a knife to kill someone'? Could it be that your wife..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

He just wanted to know if Jiang Tian had killed Yan Jing'an.

If that's true, then things will get interesting.

Yan Jing'an glanced at him with a smile, as if he were looking at someone with intellectual disabilities.

“A few years ago, my wife and I went to Dengzhou and encountered a group of thugs. They took advantage of our small number and weak strength and wanted to steal our money. When I was fighting with them, I was caught off guard and almost got slashed by the leader. It was my wife who, in the critical moment, stabbed the leader first and saved me from danger. She is no ordinary person.”

Yan Jing'an spoke of these past events with great pride.

Yuwen Zhuo was also greatly shocked upon hearing this.

It's no wonder he was shocked.

Jiang Tian looked delicate and frail, with a slender figure and an appearance that suggested she needed to be carefully nurtured.

He had seen women with similar temperament become concubines for some officials, and they frequented places of luxury, but he had never seen them carry knives or swords.

"My wife and I have a history that goes on for much longer, but I won't go into it today... Brother Jiang, please wait for me a moment, and we can go to the study to talk about it in detail later?"

Yan Jing'an didn't seem to want to say much more and quickly brought up the important matter.

Jiang Ting responded.

Jiang Ting was also somewhat surprised.

He had never seen a woman as delicate as Jiang Tian kill someone with a knife.

But this is a matter between the two of them, and has nothing to do with him.

However, Yan Jing'an asked him to wait a while. Was there something else he hadn't finished?

He quickly understood.

Yan Jing'an didn't say anything, but turned around and picked up his wife, who was still smiling, in his arms.

Upon closer inspection, Jiang Tian's face was slightly flushed, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes had an indescribable watery quality.

She remained silent and sat upright, showing no signs of being drunk.

It seemed that Yan Jing'an was already familiar with his wife's condition, and he quickly carried her into the room.

Jiang Tian nestled in his arms, exuding an indescribable docility.

The two went into the room, and the faint sound of their conversation could still be heard.

"Yan Jing'an, you, you shouldn't talk about me in front of others, or I'll get upset..."

Jiang Tian's voice was muffled and somewhat coquettish.

After getting drunk, she dared to call Yan Jing'an by his full name.

Yan Jing'an's voice was tinged with laughter: "Alright, I won't say anything. Please, Madam, lift your hand and I'll help you take off this dress."

"There's still a bowl of soup simmering in the kitchen. Remember to drink it after the guests leave..."

Even when drunk, the wife couldn't help but think of her husband.

Yan Jing'an's voice sounded gentler: "Okay, I'll drink it myself, and no one else is allowed to."

"Okay, don't work too late. I'm going to sleep. Don't forget to help me wash up..." Jiang Tian's voice was already very soft.

"Okay, go to sleep peacefully."

…………

As an outsider, Yuwen Zhuo felt incredibly awkward watching the couple talk.

Actually, Yan Jing'an and Jiang Tian's bedroom is quite far from here.

But Jiang Ting and Yuwen Zhuo had practiced martial arts since childhood and possessed exceptional hearing.

They could hear the couple's conversation clearly.

Yuwen Zhuo thought to himself that Brother Yan had really changed a lot; he almost didn't recognize him.

How could the voice he used to coax his wife be so... cough cough.

He will never come to eat again. Listening to the couple's private conversation still makes him blush.

Yuwen Zhuo glanced silently at the emperor beside him and found that Jiang Ting was waiting there without changing his expression.

Unlike him, who was like an ant on a hot pan, always feeling somewhat uneasy.

Yuwen Zhuo suddenly felt great admiration for Jiang Ting.

As expected of a ruler of a country, his demeanor is something he can never match in his lifetime.

To ease the awkwardness, Yuwen Zhuo scratched his head, looked at the unwashed table of food, and said to Jiang Ting, "Shall I clean up the food for them first?"

Jiang Ting slowly turned his head, glanced at him, and suddenly raised his hand.

Before long, several guards appeared out of thin air in the small courtyard.

Before Yuwen Zhuo could even make a move, they had quietly cleaned up the entire table of food.

...Okay, as long as it's all done.