Something's Wrong With My Wife - Chapter 153 - 153: Senior Enters His Dream 1

Chapter 153: Senior Enters His Dream 1

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The atmosphere seemed to ease a little.

Although Nangong Meijiao did not directly praise this poem, what she said meant that this poem was not bad.

Song Ruyue naturally felt very smug to have gotten the arrogant Commandery Princess’ praise.

Originally, she wanted to vent her anger at Luo Qingzhou, but judging from his performance earlier, it seemed like she could not do so anymore.

She could only snort coldly and cast a sidelong glance at the young man who was bowing and standing in the hall. “This poem is just so-so. You said that you can’t compose the poem, but aren’t you doing it now? It’s fine if you’re humble in front of outsiders, but do you have to be so hypocritical in front of one of your own?”

Qin Weimo defended him weakly. “Mother, maybe Brother-in-law was still thinking of how to compose the poem earlier…”

Song Ruyue raised her eyebrows and glared at her again. “You’re so talkative! I scolded him once, but you retorted twice. Am I your mother or is he your mother?”

Qin Weimo lowered her head.

Song Ruyue stood up and looked at the young man in the hall with a cold face.

“Weimo will draw, and you will be in charge of coming up with the poem. Go now. If you can think of better poems, you can write a few more. All of the other families are scrambling to give the Grand Princess gifts during her visit to Mo City this time. If you can make us proud, I will not be stingy. I will give you whatever you want.”

After saying that, her eyes flashed and she looked at him coldly. “If you can contribute this time, it can be used to offset any mistakes that you might make in the future. Do you understand?”

Luo Qingzhou’s heart skipped a beat. He cupped his hands and lowered his head. “Yes.”

Song Ruyue waved her hand and said, “Go to the study with Weimo and think about what other works you can come up with. Don’t go anywhere today. Just think about it in the study. Do you understand?”

Luo Qingzhou froze. Just as he was about to speak, Qin Weimo stood up and walked to the study. She whispered, “Brother-in-law, come in quickly..”

Song Ruyue looked at him coldly.

Luo Qingzhou did not dare to say anything else. He followed Second Young Miss Qin to the door of the study and hesitated for a moment before taking off his shoes and walking in.

Song Ruyue’s eyes twitched as she looked at the pair of shoes at the door. Nangong Meijiao also stood up and said, “It’s a pity that no one knows about military affairs and war. The Grand Princess has loved to read military books and all kinds of books about war since she was young. Many of the strategies for war were learned from books. If someone offered such a book, the Grand Princess would be so excited that she would read it all at a go, even if that means she has to sacrifice her sleep.”

Song Ruyue retracted her gaze from the study and said, “Meijiao, why don’t we take a look at the bookstores outside?”

Nangong Meijiao shook her head. “The Grand Princess had finished reading all of the Great Yan Empire’s military books before she was 12 years old. You don’t have to waste your time. Just get her a casual gift. Aunt, you don’t have to be so hard on yourself.”

“Sigh…”

Song Ruyue sighed. “Let’s go take a look at Chuan’er’s abode. Didn’t you say that you wanted to see him practice martial arts?”

The two of them chatted as they walked out of the living room.

Surrounded by maidservants and grannies, they went down the corridor.

When they reached the courtyard, Song Ruyue turned around and looked at the tightly shut window in the study. She frowned slightly.

Nangong Meijiao suddenly asked, “Aunt, aren’t you worried that about them being alone in the same room?”

Song Ruyue narrowed her eyes and sneered. “What’s there to worry about? I doubt that kid will dare to do anything out of line.”

Nangong Meijiao glanced at her and said with a smile, “Before he came, you and Weimo sang the same tune and praised him in all sorts of ways. When he came, your face turned cold and you started scolding him in all sorts of ways.

Aunt, from the looks of it, you seem to treat him as a member of your family.”

Song Ruyue sneered and said, “What family? He’s just a matrilocal son-in-law.

I praised him for Weimo’s sake. I didn’t want her to be unhappy. I scolded that lad because I didn’t want him to get carried away and become ungrateful!”

Nangong Meijiao smiled and said, “But Weimo’s study is connected to the room where she sleeps. As far as I know, even Uncle has never entered, right?” Song Ruyue did not say anything else.

Nangong Meijiao did not ask further and could only say softly, “I saw that

Weimo’s eyes lit up the moment he came. Previously, when Weimo spoke to me, she was still coughing. When he came, Weimo seemed to have recovered and stopped coughing. Aunt, I think I know what you have in mind.”

Song Ruyue stopped outside the door and looked at the snowflakes in the distance. After a moment of silence, she said in a low voice, “The doctor said that she… might not be able to survive this winter…”

Nangong Meijiao fell silent.

In the study.

The smoke curled up and the room was warm.

A weak girl in a plain white dress took off her thick white fox fur coat and sat down in front of the desk.

Luo Qingzhou stood at the side and picked up the ink stick. He slowly ground the ink on the inkstone and looked at the elegant and pale girl in front of him. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.

He could not help but recall the embarrassing incident last night.

Qin Weimo spread out a roll of snow-white rice paper and looked up at him with a smile. “Brother-in-law, the ink you have grind must have some talent in it too. If I paint with this ink, I’ll definitely draw better than before.”

Luo Qingzhou could not help but smile. “Second Young Miss, so you know how to joke too.”

Qin Weimo’s eyes curved into moon-like crescents. “When I’m with you, I always feel very relaxed. I can’t feel depressed even if I want to.”

Luo Qingzhou’s smile faded slightly. He avoided her gaze and lowered his head to grind the ink. “Second Young Miss, what painting are you preparing to draw?”