The Young Marshal’s Sweetheart Has Grown Up

After her parents died in an accident, everyone called her a cursed, ill-fated girl. He was the one who took her home and announced to the world, “From today on, she’s under the protection of my Marshal’s residence.”

The young marshal: “My wife is frail and can’t take care of herself. You are not to bully her.”

His subordinate: “Young Marshal, yesterday Madam single-handedly took on nineteen streets and led a raid on the Green Dragon Gang’s hideout...”

The young marshal: “My wife is utterly average, with no academic achievements to speak of. Medicine, perfumery, marksmanship: she has nothing to do with any of them.”

His subordinate: “Young Marshal, this is bad! Leading figures in education, medical luminaries, and top perfumers from abroad are all coming to ask Madam to take them on as disciples!”

The young marshal: “I’m the head of the household. What I say goes!”

His subordinate: “Young Marshal, Young Marshal, Madam is here.”

The young marshal: “Quick, bring me the washboard! I’ll kneel on it to entertain Madam!”