"Son-in-law, stop talking about other things and start copying already, or I won't be able to sleep tonight," Cheng Shouping said with a mournful face.
"It's just 100 repetitions of family discipline, what's so great about it?" Zu An rolled his eyes. This guy really has never seen a book before. In his previous life, which of those novelists didn't accumulate tens of millions of words in their input methods?
"Where are the family rules?" Zu An looked around, examining the bookshelves.
“There it is.” Cheng Shouping pointed to the wall, thinking that judging from his son-in-law’s silly look, he probably didn’t realize how serious the problem was.
Zuan turned around and exclaimed, "Holy crap!"
On the opposite wall hung a large stone tablet, extending from the roof to the ground. The entire tablet was covered with densely packed small characters, roughly estimated to be at least several thousand.
Good heavens, what is the Chu family doing? Do they really need so many words in their family rules? Is this some kind of deliberate attempt to harm their descendants?
Cheng Shouping looked like he was about to cry, and handed over the paper and pen: "Young master, start copying."
Zuan's eyes darted around: "Little Pingping, didn't you just claim to be loyal to me?"
Cheng Shouping immediately puffed out his chest: "Of course, my loyalty to my son-in-law is as clear as day..."
Zuan interrupted him directly: "Stop talking about heaven and earth, now is a perfect opportunity for you to show your loyalty."
She then shoved the paper and pen back into his arms and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
Cheng Shouping: "???"
Looking at the densely packed family rules on the wall, Cheng Shouping was on the verge of tears: "Son-in-law, it really won't work. I really can't copy all of these by myself."
“A man can’t say no,” Zuan encouraged. “Trust me, you can do it.”
Seeing his disbelieving look, Zu'an knew that such encouragement was too superficial, so he thought for a moment and added, "If you help me copy this time, I will help you create opportunities to be alone with Xue'er in the future."
"Really?" Cheng Shouping's eyes lit up.
Zu An nodded: "Of course it's true. You see, I'm the husband of the eldest daughter of the Chu family. We always have to talk privately when we're together, right? That way, you and Xue'er can be alone together."
Cheng Shouping immediately grasped his hand with tears of gratitude: "Young Master, you're so good to me!"
Zuan felt a chill and pulled his hand away: "Don't act like a sissy. Keep copying, I'm going out for a walk."
Just as Xue'er was mentioned, he suddenly remembered that Chu Chuyan had gone out on business these past two days, and Xue'er, as her personal maid, must have gone with her. So he could go to their room to look for any clues and find out who wanted to kill him.
As the son-in-law of the Chu family, although many people in the mansion secretly looked down on him, no one in the mansion would openly stop or question him.
He arrived at the courtyard where Chu Chuyan's boudoir was located. Fortunately, she preferred quiet and only Xue'er served her on weekdays. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for him to hide his arrival from the other maids in the courtyard.
I pushed the door, and it didn't budge; it was locked after all.
"Who are they trying to protect themselves from?" Zuan muttered, but this didn't stump him; he had come prepared.
After looking around and seeing that no one was around, he took out a black cloth and covered his face. Otherwise, if someone found out that he had to sneak into his wife's room like this, he would be too embarrassed to admit it.
He then circled around to a secluded window, took out a dagger from his pocket, inserted it into the crack in the window, and pried open the bolt on the door.
"Even if I haven't eaten pork, I've still seen pigs run." Zu'an recalled the scenes from those period dramas he used to watch on TV, a smug look on his face.
He pushed open the window and jumped inside. Zu An smelled a faint fragrance that was neither orchid nor musk, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly that his cheap wife was really fragrant. The only pity was that he could only look at her and not touch her.
Having been here once before, I knew the way well this time. I wandered around the study but didn't find anything of value, and then made my way to her bedroom.
I immediately searched the bed; that's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas—there are often hidden compartments or something like that around the bed.
However, they didn't find the hidden compartment in the end. Instead, they found a book under the pillow with the title "Sweet Pampered Little Wife: The Domineering Sword Immortal's Ninety-Nine Days of Love".
Zuan: "..."
He remembered that this was the book Chu Chuyan had secretly read in the carriage before, so he picked it up and flipped through it out of curiosity. The contents were not much different from those sweet romance novels for female readers in his previous life.
He suddenly noticed a note written in delicate handwriting next to the content of a certain page: "Love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with each passing moment..."
Zuan's jaw almost dropped; he never expected that his seemingly cold wife would have such a... such a secretly passionate side.
"Tsk tsk tsk~" Zu An hurriedly put the book back, making sure it was in the exact same place as before before he breathed a sigh of relief. If that woman found out he had read this, she would probably kill him to silence him.
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