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, like a late snowfall after spring. Literary scholars and talented artists who had hibernated all winter particularly enjoyed composing poetry, playing instruments, and painting amidst these white flutters, awakening together with the beasts and creating a spring symphony, each vying for attention.
I looked up at the countless white fluffy clusters overhead, feeling deeply worried. I had only half-sketched the white portrait on fine silk, and I was already losing my patience.
“My lady,” Que’er anxiously fanned me. “Are you alright?”
I waved my hand, and an unstoppable itching burst from my nasal cavity, causing me to sneeze three times. Que’er thoughtfully offered a handkerchief, which I took to cover my nose, followed by three more sneezes.
“How unbearable,” I nodded at her with teary eyes. “Damn these white hairs.”
Que’er looked nervous. “My lady, you mustn’t say such things. Everyone knows how much the person above loves these. If such words reach the ears of those with ill intentions, our master will surely face another reprimand.”
I had been married to An Jin for just over a year, and he had been reprimanded three times, each time 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 deeply believed that most of the responsibility did not lie with me, but with his poor interpersonal relationships.
Now, thinking back, most 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?
Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but sneeze several times. My wolf-hair brush unconsciously swept with my body’s movement, and a drop of ink seeped precisely onto the figure’s forehead on the silk.
“Damn,” I quickly picked up the drawing board to examine it.
“Madam, if you don’t paint soon, they might leave,” Que’er glanced towards the two figures on the willow bank. “The master seems a bit impatient.”
