TFWYH – Chapter 208 Rewards

If I’d known it would turn out like this, I wouldn’t have wasted time talking! He was clearly the most innocent of them all, yet he ended up copying the most!

Not only were the brother and sister suffering in misery, but Tang Wan was also miserable. Madam Jiang gave her a harsh scolding, then tossed her a copy of Precepts for Women and told her to copy it once by hand.

And this wasn’t the Book of Songs — it was Precepts for Women.

Tang Wan looked at the thick volume and felt her head spin.

When she got back to their room, Tang Wan rolled around, acting all cute and pitiful, begging her beautiful husband for help — but her beautiful husband coldly refused:
“My leg hasn’t healed yet. Could you really bear to watch me stay up all night straining myself by lamplight?”

Since her beautiful husband put it that way, Tang Wan of course couldn’t bear it. She rolled up her sleeves and resigned herself to doing it alone.

Night deepened.

Tang Wan yawned over and over until she couldn’t fight her sleepiness anymore and fell asleep at the desk.

As soon as she dozed off, the beautiful Ling opened his eyes.

He got out of bed and walked to the desk. Seeing those words that could barely be called handwriting — more like dog-scratch scrawls — he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Then he gently picked Tang Wan up, laid her back on the bed, tucked the blanket around her, and brushed a kiss against her cheek. After that, he sat back down at the desk and began copying out her “dog-scratch” characters, continuing the task by lamplight.

The next morning, when Tang Wan woke up and saw a neatly stacked pile of papers on the desk, she blinked in surprise and looked back at the bed.

Her beautiful husband was still asleep, his face serene.

At that moment, Tang Wan thought — her beautiful husband must be an angel!

When Tang Wan handed in the stack of papers, Madam Jiang’s eye twitched at the sight of those dreadful characters.

But since she’d already done her scolding, she decided to let Tang Wan off.

Ling Yue and Ling Chen, however, actually got up late for once — little Ling Chen even skipped his morning horse stance practice.

Only when Madam Jiang had finished cooking breakfast did the siblings finally rise, properly handing over their copied poems to Ling Yu.

After the family ate breakfast together, Ling Yue went out.

Madam Jiang headed to the roasting house.

Ling Yu changed into the long-unworn uniform of a Qingshan Academy student.

Whatever the beautiful man wore, he always looked stunning. Tang Wan rested her chin on her hand, gazing at him, and a line of poetry popped into her mind: “When I think of the gentleman, he is gentle and warm as jade.”

Sensing her stare, Ling Yu didn’t even turn his head as he asked, “Does your husband look good?”

“Good-looking!” Tang Wan nodded. “My beautiful husband looks good in everything!”

The beautiful Ling smiled and came to sit beside her. “You’re going to the Su residence today?”

Tang Wan: “Mm-hmm! Su Qing’s all healed — I’m going to remove her bandages.”

Ling Yu said lightly, “After today, you can’t call her by her name anymore. You’ll have to call her ‘godmother.’”

Tang Wan frowned slightly. “I wasn’t planning to recognize a mother!”

Ling Yu smiled and shook his head. “If you do, you’ll become the daughter of Consort Su — a noble identity. It’ll benefit your future business dealings greatly.”

Tang Wan gave him a suspicious look. “So… you want me to accept her?”

Ling Yu nodded. “Of course. I’ll be pursuing the imperial exams in the future. With this connection, many paths will open more easily.”

“Then I’ll do it!” Tang Wan agreed without hesitation — if it was for her beautiful husband’s future, what was one more mother?

Ling Yu raised an eyebrow. “You agreed so readily. Don’t you think I’m using you?”

“Using?” Tang Wan tilted her head in confusion. “You’re my husband. This is called thinking for your sake — how could that be using me?”

Ling Yu looked at her for a long moment, then suddenly said, “Close your eyes.”

“Oh!” Tang Wan obediently closed them.

The next second, a familiar warmth brushed against her lips — a quick, soft kiss, gone almost as soon as it came.

Tang Wan’s eyes flew open. Ling Yu had already straightened up, his fingers brushing her cheek, a smile glimmering in his eyes.

“Your reward.”