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Husband’s Scheme Author: Listening to Wind Tell Qing
Chapter One: The Best Lover
Qi Emperor loved willow trees. In Yan Feng, the capital of Qi Kingdom, every spring brought a sky full of poplar flowers, resembling a late snowfall. Literary scholars and talented artists, having hibernated all winter, enjoyed composing poetry, playing instruments, and painting amid these white flutters, awakening together with the beasts and creating a spring symphony.
I looked up at the white fluffy clusters overhead, feeling worried. I had only half-sketched the white portrait on fine silk and was losing patience.
“My lady,” Que’er anxiously fanned me, causing the flutters to dance wildly. “Are you alright?”
I waved my hand, and an unstoppable itch burst from my nasal cavity, leading to three sneezes. Que’er offered a handkerchief, which I used to cover my nose, sneezing three more times.
“How unbearable,” I nodded at her with teary eyes. “Damn these white hairs.”
Que’er seemed nervous, wanting to clamp her hand over my mouth. “My lady, you mustn’t say such things. Everyone knows how much the person above loves these. If such words reach those with ill intentions, our master will surely face reprimand.”
I had been married to An Jin for just over a year. He had been reprimanded three times, each incident somehow related to me.
This time, An Jin was not punished with a month’s salary, but I was still confined and forbidden from eating meat for two months, feeling extremely aggrieved. I believed that most of the responsibility lay not with me, but with his poor interpersonal relationships.
Now, thinking back, much of our married life was spent in confinement and fasting. He married me and has been in constant distress; I married him and lost my freedom and meat. What kind of marriage is this?
In frustration, I sneezed several times, causing my wolf-hair brush to sweep across the canvas, leaving a drop of ink on the figure’s forehead.
“Damn,” I exclaimed, quickly lifting the drawing board to examine it.
“Madam, if you don’t paint soon, they might leave,” Que’er remarked, glancing toward the two figures on the willow bank. “The master seems a bit impatient.”
