“Whoever he chooses, it won’t be me. My mother has laid down a rule—a wife who shared hardship cannot be cast aside, and men of the Ling family may only take a concubine after forty, and only if they have no children.”
Ling Yu’s expression remained calm, but when he thought of Tang Wan, his gaze softened. “Moreover, I’ve already decided that in this life, I will have only Wan’er as my wife. Even in death, I will not share a grave with any other woman.”
Yi Taishi was momentarily surprised, then nodded in satisfaction. “And what if he insists that you marry?”
“That,” Ling Yu said, rising to his feet, “is precisely why I came to see you today.”
He cupped his hands and bowed solemnly. “I ask that you ensure my exam paper reaches His Majesty untouched.”
Yi Taishi’s expression turned cold. “You think Gu Cheng will tamper with it?”
“He will, without a doubt.”
Ling Yu straightened and continued, “What kind of man Prime Minister Gu is—you should know better than I do, Grand Tutor.”
Yi Taishi narrowed his eyes dangerously, his tone turning stern. “I will never stand by and watch him act lawlessly, treating the law as nothing. Rest assured—so long as your resolve is firm, I will take charge of this matter.”
“Thank you, Grand Tutor. I will repay this great kindness in the future,” Ling Yu said sincerely.
Yi Taishi was one of the rare upright and incorruptible officials among the court.
With his word, Ling Yu no longer had to worry about Prime Minister Gu playing tricks.
But what he didn’t know… was that he had relaxed too soon.
…
At noon, the couple had lunch with Yi Taishi before taking their leave.
With a weight lifted from his heart, Ling Yu finally felt the exhaustion hit him.
Which was only natural—he had come straight to the Grand Tutor’s residence right after leaving the examination compound.
After seven days and six nights of exams, he hadn’t rested properly at all.
Once they got home, Ling Yu collapsed into bed and slept straight through until the next day.
When Tang Wan saw him wake up, she hurried to the kitchen to cook for him.
Remembering her “explosive” cooking skills, Ling Yu quickly stopped her. “I’ll do it. You help me wash the vegetables.”
Tang Wan was astonished. “Husband, you can cook?”
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s not difficult.”
“…Not difficult? It’s clearly incredibly hard!”
Seeing her silly expression, Ling Yu couldn’t help but pinch her cheek and kiss the corner of her lips. “Let me treat you to my cooking today.”
“Okay!” Tang Wan suddenly felt excited.
The couple went into the kitchen.
Tang Wan washed the vegetables, while Ling Yu picked up the fish she had bought the day before. With a light tap to its head, the fish went limp and lay still on the chopping board.
Rolling up his sleeves, Ling Yu scaled the fish and cleaned it.
Then, unhurriedly, he sliced it piece by piece…
Each slice of fish was identical in size, neatly arranged to the side.
His movements were incredibly skilled—like someone who had done this countless times, every motion precise and without waste.
Tang Wan kept staring at him, again and again—he looked pleasing no matter how she watched.
A handsome man was a handsome man—even cooking looked like creating art.
Elegant.
Simply stunning.
Sensing her gaze, Ling Yu looked up and smiled gently. Tang Wan’s head spun, and she returned a lovestruck grin.
Hidden in the shadows, Mu Qingfeng felt utterly miserable.
Are you cooking or flirting?!
Could you at least consider the mental well-being of single people?!
Just as he was sulking, a knock sounded at the door.
“Excuse me, is this the residence of Young Master Ling Yu?”
“I’m coming!” Tang Wan quickly put down what she was doing and ran to open the door.
Outside stood a middle-aged man. Seeing that it was Tang Wan who opened the door, his smile immediately faded somewhat. “May I ask if Young Master Ling is at home? My master invites him for a gathering.”
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