Xiao Yu laughed so hard that he fell backwards, and pulled her into his arms: "Okay, okay, I'll do as you say. From now on, our child will be sent to this 'Scam Academy', where he will learn 'silly wisdom' from you from a young age."
"What about you?" Shen Weiwan tilted her head to look at him.
"Me?" Xiao Yu lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "I'll be the 'logistics minister' of the academy. You'll be in charge of teaching, and I'll be in charge of nursing. I'll also hand you and your son shovels and wipe your butts."
Shen Weiwan smiled with her eyebrows curved, leaning in his arms: "Your Highness, why are you so good to me?"
Xiao Yu tightened his arms and said softly, "Because you are Shen Weiwan, the one who pulled me out of the boring palace life and let me know that life can be so interesting. Being with you is like digging for treasure every day. Although sometimes your 'treasure' is a bit of a pit, I am willing to be tricked by you for the rest of my life."
Shen Weiwan's nose was sore, and she raised her head and kissed his chin: "Me too. I always thought revenge was the most important thing, but now I know that having you by my side is more important than anything else."
The two of them snuggled together, sunlight streaming in through the window, illuminating the wooden sign on the table that read "School of Tricksters." In the distance came Chuntao's laughter and the sounds of the palace servants busying around. Everything seemed so warm and beautiful.
From then on, a proverb was added to the capital: The Seventh Prince longs for his wife - there's no cure. Any trouble Shen Weiwan caused would always turn into "funny" when it came to Xiao Yu. Some people said that the Seventh Prince was too strictly controlled by the princess, but Xiao Yu didn't care at all. Instead, he was smug: "My princess is smart and interesting. I dote on her. You can't envy her!"
As for Shen Weiwan, with Xiao Yu as her "strongest backing," she took her "sand sculpture operation" to the extreme. Her "Museum of Tricks" grew larger and larger, and her "School of Tricks" classes were successfully launched. Even the emperor became a regular visitor and personally inscribed a plaque: "Trick the world, and enjoy it."
As for those she'd tricked? The Grand Tutor's indelible green beard became a hallmark of his "old naughty boy" persona; the Imperial Censor's bunny-ear hat was snatched away by his grandson as a toy; and the Prime Minister's son, after cleaning a manure pit, became a renowned "people-friendly young man" in the capital.
Shen Weiwan leaned in Xiao Yu's arms, looking at the bustling crowd in the museum, and suddenly felt that in this life, she not only avenged herself and seized the family property, but more importantly, she found the person who was willing to go crazy with her, make trouble with her, and help her dig holes.
"Xiao Yu," she called him softly.
"Um?"
"Tell me, will our future children be even more deceitful than me?"
Xiao Yu lowered his head, his eyes full of smiles: "Let him be, as long as he looks like you. Even if he pokes a hole in the sky, I will fix it for him. After all, he is your son."
Shen Weiwan smiled even more happily, the sunlight falling on her face, as bright as a blooming flower. She knew that with Xiao Yu by her side, her "sand sculpture life" would only become more and more exciting, and their story would become the most interesting and sweetest legend in the capital.
This was the seventh prince's daily routine at the "Wife-Watching Rock": Weiwan dug a hole, he handed her the shovel; Weiwan got into trouble, he cleaned it up; whatever she wanted, he fully supported her. Because for Xiao Yu, the best love was watching her laugh, playing along with her, being her strongest support, and, together, turning their lives into a poem filled with laughter.
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