【Madam Wu has gone to the Shuntian Prefecture office to beat the grievance drum!】
Feng Zexuan froze for a moment.
【Wait… is she planning to sue Lord Wu?】
【Yes! She stood outside the drum and cried that her husband has neglected marital duties for thirty years! She demanded the prefect uphold justice and publicly adjudicate a divorce!】
On the imperial court floor, Wu Yong’s face turned deathly pale.
His wife… wants a divorce?
No way!
【Holy crap! This is going to blow up big time!】
Feng Zexuan exclaimed inwardly, 【What triggered Madam Wu? Did she discover he kept a mistress?】
【Host, it’s worse than that!】 the system replied.
【Madam Wu is over fifty now. The final straw that broke the camel’s back is—she discovered yesterday that she has reached menopause!】
【That realization completely shattered her!】
【She felt her life was over—once an eighteen-year-old blooming young lady, now turned into a fifty-year-old old woman, yet she never experienced a real married life!】
The Minister of Revenue secretly felt relieved: thankfully, even though he couldn’t perform well anymore, he was at least gentle with his wife.
The Minister of Rites shook his head: scholars always underestimate emotional matters.
The Minister of Punishments silently thought: I should treat my wife better when I go back, or I might end up like Wu Yong.
【She feels marrying Lord Wu was a catastrophic mistake. Before she grows even older, she must correct everything!】
The system continued spilling details:
【Most importantly, Lord Wu always keeps a stern face, never says sweet words, and doesn’t express affection…】
【Madam Wu feels he simply has no love for her. She’s just a decoration—an unpaid housekeeper!】
【She thought: if he doesn’t need me, then I won’t waste the rest of my life here either!】
Feng Zexuan sighed inwardly.
【I get it… emotional death hurts more than anything.】
【Women don’t ask for much—just warmth, care, and feeling needed.】
【Lord Wu wrapped himself up like a stone, hiding even his sincerity.】
【A marriage like that really can be more painful than being single. At least single life still has hope!】
Wu Yong’s eyes instantly turned red, almost bursting into tears on the spot.
His wife… was giving up on him!
At that realization, his heart shattered.
So all these years when she chased him and scolded him… maybe it wasn’t hatred…
But her way of trying to wake him up—to make him respond to her love!
Yet he had foolishly taken it as unreasonable tantrums!
Feng Heng’an felt deeply moved.
As a married man, he understood the importance of emotional communication.
A partner needs care and companionship, not a stranger sharing the same roof.
If you don’t say it out loud, the other person can only guess in despair.
And most of the time, what they guess… is wrong.
Completely wrong.
【System, open the livestream! I want to see Madam Wu’s resolve!】
Once again, above Feng Zexuan’s head, a moving “scroll-like projection” appeared.
The scene changed.
Outside Shuntian Prefecture, crowds gathered and drumbeats thundered.
“BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”
Madam Wu held the drumstick, striking it again and again.
Her expression was firm, as if she had resolved to break all ties.
“Everyone, listen to me!”
“I’ve been married to Wu Yong for thirty years. He never touched me! I accepted it—he’s a scholar, I understood!”
“But he doesn’t even have me in his heart! He looks at me like I’m a dead object!”
“If I don’t divorce him now, I’ll truly rot away in his house!”
The crowd grew larger and began pointing and whispering.
“Isn’t that the wife of the Imperial Academy’s Chief Priest?”
“To treat his wife like this… what a disgrace to scholars!”
“Thirty years of celibacy… what kind of cruel man does that?”
“If I were her, I would’ve fought him long ago!”
Others disagreed:
“What? Being the wife of the Chief Priest is already a blessing! Even without intimacy, it’s worth it!”
“So what if it’s the Chief Priest? People aren’t objects—they need love!”
“A cold mansion is worse than a warm thatched hut!”
【Haha, these people are all so extreme. Why not have both?】
On the court floor, Wu Yong clutched his chest, swaying unsteadily.
He finally understood the magnitude of his mistake.
Prince Xiao Juechen suddenly realized: studying too much really can make a person foolish!
Feng Zexuan asked the system:
【Is this ‘functional shutdown’ treatable?】
【Lord Wu is rigid, but not a bad person. Madam Wu also suffered—thirty years of her youth wasted.】
【If it can be cured, maybe their marriage can still be saved.】
The system immediately responded:
【It can be treated. With “Spring Revival Powder,” specifically designed for this condition.】
【It’s mild and has no side effects.】
Wu Yong suddenly looked up!
There was hope!
Their marriage still had hope!
If he could recover, he would spend the rest of his life making it up to her!
Feng Zexuan made a decision instantly.
【Buy it! Must buy it!】
【He’s served the country for half his life—we can’t let his family fall apart.】
【How much?】
System: 【100,000 “melon points.”】
【……Damn! So expensive!】
【Forget it, consider it charity! Who made me such a kind-hearted beauty!】
She gritted her teeth.
【Buy it!】
100,000 melon points were instantly deducted.
A delicate porcelain bottle appeared in the system space.
On the dragon throne, Emperor Xiao Juechen watched Wu Yong’s expression shift from despair to hope.
He was deeply moved.
Could this Northern Prince be a bodhisattva reincarnated?
Even to outsiders, she is this generous?
This is not like her at all!
The officials in court were also moved.
The Northern Prince… is actually quite decent!
The system then asked considerately:
【Host, would you like to buy another bottle to restore Madam Wu’s fertility? Even though she’s older…】
【No no no!】 Feng Zexuan quickly stopped it.
【Childbirth is too painful! Why should a woman in her fifties still suffer that? She should enjoy life!】
【Children aren’t necessary for happiness. Love is enough!】
Wu Yong, hearing this, became even more grateful.
This was already a heavenly blessing.
He dared not ask for more.
At the end of court, Feng Zexuan deliberately slowed her steps.
She walked beside the distraught Wu Yong and, when no one was around, slipped the small porcelain bottle into his hand.
“Lord Wu, studying is important, but family harmony matters too.”
She lowered her voice.
“Cough… Spring revival brings renewal. A miraculous cure.”
To make sure he understood, she added more directly:
“Specifically treats… men who are a bit… powerless.”
Wu Yong trembled violently!
He clutched the bottle tightly, feeling its warmth, his old face turning red.
“Your Highness… I… I…”
Countless words stuck in his throat.
He bowed deeply, then turned and ran.
That afternoon, the chaos at Shuntian Prefecture ended abruptly.
Lord Wu personally arrived, ignoring all eyes, and knelt before his wife, crying bitterly.
No one knew what he said. They only saw Madam Wu freeze at first, then burst into tears. Finally, she smiled through tears, helped him up, and went home with him.
The crowd sighed:
“As expected of a married couple—no lasting grudges.”
“Wait… but they don’t even sleep together, how does that work?”
The next day, news spread from the Imperial Academy:
The Chief Priest had fallen ill, closed his doors, and focused on writing.
The system happily reported:
【Lord Wu is “busy” right now!】
【The medicine worked even better than expected! Madam Wu says it feels like sweet rain after thirty years of drought!】
【They’re now inseparable, desperately trying to make up for thirty years of emotional distance!】
Feng Zexuan nodded in satisfaction, in a very good mood.
【This is called repairing the fold after losing the sheep—better late than never!】
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