Three rules to be agreed upon?
Zuo Miaomiao was a little tempted.
However, she had a condition: "I have to draft this contract, and you are not allowed to change a single word."
Fu Weiyun readily agreed: "No problem."
After finishing her tea and returning home, Zuo Miaomiao didn't even have time to organize her interview transcript before enthusiastically writing a large contract in small regular script.
It has more than a dozen pages.
The next day, I met with Fu Weiyun for tea again.
Fu Weiyun signed his name and pressed his fingerprint on the last page of the contract without even looking at it.
Zuo Miaomiao's eyes widened, becoming rounder than the big orange in her house.
What do you mean by that?
Fu Weiyun smiled slightly: "It means I will fulfill any request you make."
Zuo Miaomiao snorted: "Aren't you afraid there might be a contract of servitude hidden inside?"
Fu Weiyun reminded her, "Da Xi has banned the buying and selling of people, so even if you sign a contract of indenture, it is invalid."
Zuo Miaomiao: "..."
"You probably signed this contract because you thought it was illegal and that there would be no problem with it, right?"
They even said they would fulfill any request she made.
That's incredibly cunning.
"Of course not."
Fu Weiyun replied.
"Your contract has a witness, right? If you don't trust me, you can ask my sister or His Majesty to be the witness. You can trust them, can't you?"
Zuo Miaomiao replied, "That's hard to say. People sometimes side with their own kind and not with what's right. I plan to ask our editor-in-chief to be a witness. If you breach the contract in the future, I'll have the editor-in-chief publish the contract in 'Xiwen'."
Fu Weiyun was not intimidated by her "intimidation" at all.
"Very well, Editor-in-Chief Tang is an upright person, and I'm sure he will uphold justice for you."
Zuo Miaomiao then took him to find Tang Xihong.
After reviewing the contract, which was filled with unfair terms and signed and stamped by Fu Weiyun, Tang Xihong felt like he had been force-fed a ton of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Aside from Fu Weiyun, probably no other man in the world would accept such a contract.
He pulled Zuo Miaomiao, who was still picking and choosing, aside and whispered, "That's enough for you. You've scared Commander Fu away. Where are you going to find such a good husband?"
Zuo Miaomiao: "My father said that we should establish the position of the head of the family before getting married, otherwise we will be in a very passive position after marriage."
Fu Weiyun is incredibly cunning; she has no choice but to make thorough preparations.
He'll definitely have me completely under his thumb from now on.
Tang Xihong: "???"
As far as he knew, the Left Censor-in-Chief seemed to be henpecked.
There were even rumors in his early years that he would bring water to his wife's feet to wash every day.
After his wife passed away, no one mentioned it anymore.
This is not enough for him to be henpecked, he also wants to teach his daughter to be henpecked as well.
Why should men make things difficult for other men?
He gave Fu Weiyun a sympathetic look: "Marrying such a powerful woman means you won't even have the freedom to drink heavily anymore. It's truly pitiful."
Fu Weiyun: You don't understand, this is called flirting.
Tang Xihong: ...
This person is beyond saving.
No wonder people say that wise people don't fall in love, and that those who are resentful will repeat the same mistakes.
To think that Fu Weiyun, at such a young age, held such a high position must be incredibly powerful and imposing.
After falling in love, they became just like those silly geese in storybooks, even signing unfair terms to get married.
Even if Tang Xihong were to remain a monk for life, he would rather not end up being a source of resentment for others.
At this point, he didn't know there was a word called "it smells so good".
With the contract signed and the person tested, Zuo Miaomiao couldn't continue to act coy, so she said to Fu Weiyun, "My father is off tomorrow."
Fu Weiyun understood immediately and said with a smile, "Alright, I'll send a matchmaker to your door tomorrow."
With his daughter agreeing, the Left Censor-in-Chief naturally had no reason to refuse, and the marriage was settled after the matchmaker came to his door.
Six months later, after the formalities were completed, Fu Weiyun led a grand wedding procession to pick up Zuo Miaomiao from the Zuo residence.
After supporting the sedan chair for half the journey, the Left Censor let go and watched the sedan chair and ceremonial procession disappear into the distance.
Some distant memories flashed through my mind.
He married Miaomiao's mother in the autumn, when he was still a scholar.
Their wedding was very simple, with only twelve tables set up for the banquet.
But he was even happier than the day he passed the imperial examination.
Before I knew it, I had drunk too much and was drunkenly helped back to my room. I almost forgot to drink the nuptial wine.
A year later they had a daughter.
Such a tiny baby, not even as big as his two hands, always loved to curl up and sleep like a cat.
The lady then suggested, "Why not just call her Miaomiao?"
So they abandoned the original name they had chosen and called her Miaomiao instead.
Upon returning home, the Left Censor lit an incense stick for his wife's memorial tablet.
"Yixin, our daughter got married today. She married into a very good family, and her husband is a very good person too. I can finally hand her over to someone else, and I can explain to you now..."
He kept talking on and on.
The smoke from the burning incense swirled around him, as if an unseen soul was listening to his words.
Only after the incense had burned out did he return to the banquet, where he toasted and received congratulations from the guests.
The bridal sedan chair stopped in front of and behind the General's Mansion. Fu Weiyun reached out and lifted the curtain, intending to pull Zuo Miaomiao out.
What he was holding in his hand was a fluffy orange paw.
He froze for a moment.
I almost thought that Zuo Miaomiao had run away from her wedding and that Yuanyuan, that big fat cat, had married in her place.
Fortunately, a "pfft" of laughter came from inside the sedan chair at just the right moment.
He sharpened his back teeth, picked up the orange cat, and put it on the ground.
The orange cat seemed boneless, lying on its side as soon as it hit the ground. Even after Fu Weiyun carried Zuo Miaomiao out of the sedan chair, it remained motionless.
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