At this time, Xiao Yu came in, his dark brocade robe still stained with a few fallen leaves. Seeing the mess in the courtyard and the evil smile on Shen Weiwan's face, he sighed helplessly: "Did you trick her and run away again? I heard Nanny Wang crying at the palace gate, saying that you threw slop on her."
"How can it be called a pit?" Shen Weiwan blinked, took out half a hard snack from her pocket and stuffed it into his pocket, "This is called commercial competition. Look, our school's registration book is already filled to the brim with three pages, and the tuition has doubled!"
Xiao Yu pinched the piece of chili-stuffed pastry, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Yes, yes, you're the best at business. But next time, could you please ask Wawa to use a different container? She's used the enamel tea set my father just gave her to store slop, and now the imperial kitchen has complained."
"It's a waste recycling!" Shen Weiwan patted his arm and pulled him into the house. "Come on, let me show you our newly developed 'anti-pit sachet'. It's mixed with Western Region itchy grass. If you hang it on someone like Nanny Wang, I guarantee she'll feel itchy wherever she goes. It's more effective than an aphrodisiac!"
Xiao Yu let her pull him along, listening to the sounds of the children chasing and playing behind him, his heart warmed. Although the Prince's Mansion was like a stage every day, with Shen Weiwan and the children around, life was quite enjoyable. He looked down and saw the sour water stains on Shen Weiwan's skirt, and suddenly felt that this was the taste of home.
At this moment in the "Ladies' Academy", Nanny Wang was soaking in the bathtub and rubbing her body with ginger. The more she rubbed, the more itchy she became. She was so angry that she smashed the copper basin: "Chen Weiwan! If I don't sue you, this witch, I will write my name Wang backwards!" Her followers huddled in the corner, and no one dared to say a word - everyone remembered the fear of being dominated by the itching powder just now, and the sour smell of the bucket of rotten water.
After this incident, Shen Weiwan's "Scam Academy" became the most popular enlightenment school in Beijing. Parents discovered that their children had not only learned to read people's expressions but also helped to discipline their children at home, and they poured huge sums of money into the program. Shen Weiwan seized the opportunity to launch an "Advanced Scam Class," increasing the tuition tenfold. She even specially customized small pure gold shovels for Kangkang and Wawa, engraved with the words "Scam Fund."
"Mother," Kengkeng said, leaning over the abacus to count the gold. The gemstones on the golden shovel hurt his little hands. "Next time Nanny Wang comes, I'll put chili powder in her rouge box!"
"Not cruel enough!" Shen Weiwan knocked on his head with a brush, "If you want to add it, add three times as much, and then smear lard on her dressing mirror so that she can poke herself blind when applying eyeliner!"
Wawawa, holding a small bucket, chimed in, "I'm going to throw slops on her windows!"
Xiao Yu sat by the window, reading. He silently turned the page upon hearing this, but held it upside down. He knew his future would be filled with uncertainty. But watching Shen Weiwan explain to the children how to elegantly drug their opponent's tea, and watching Kengkeng and Wawa's eyes light up as they listened, he felt that this kind of life was incredibly solid.
That day, the Empress Dowager sent a eunuch to convey her decree, ordering Kengkeng and Wawa to go play in the palace. Shen Weiwan immediately perked up and pulled out two food boxes from the bottom of a chest: "I've added harmless croton powder to the Emperor's tea, and I've filled the Empress Dowager's pastries with chili pepper filling."
Xiao Yu watched her stuffing food into the lunch box, feeling helpless yet doting: "You, even your parents are cheating on you."
"This is called respecting the elderly and loving the young!" Shen Weiwan raised an eyebrow and put a note on the food box, "Let them taste the feeling of being cheated, so that they won't always spoil the children and forget all the rules of our courtyard."
Xiao Yu smiled and shook his head, helping her tie the ribbon around the lunch box. "Okay, whatever you say is right. But next time, could you tell me in advance? Last time, you stuffed sand into my boots, and I almost fell under the throne in Taiji Hall."
"That's a test of your sense of balance!" Shen Weiwan tiptoed and kissed his chin, "Let's go, send the children to the palace for 'further training'!"
Watching his wife and children laughing and jokingly leave, Xiao Yu walked to the window and gazed at the plaque in the west wing that read "School of Tricksters." The setting sun gilded the plaque, and the three large, gilded characters seemed to gleam. He knew that in this family, he would always be the one being tricked, but he was willing to accept it. Because within Chen Weiwan's "tricks" lay the most clumsy yet sincere love for her family. And those who disliked them could only expect to be repeatedly tricked by this family—after all, the "School of Tricksters" sign had only just been put up.
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