The Imperial Preceptor’s Wife Is No Easy Target

Ridiculous-drama edition: Mu Qianxun, from a family of renowned physicians, gets into a car accident and accidentally transmigrates. What? Just because she gave the Grand Preceptor a dirty look, she’s been ordered to receive twenty strokes? Father, isn’t this Grand Preceptor a treacherous villain? How dare you slander me, Grand Preceptor! Give her thirty more strokes! The emperor smiled placatingly. “Grand Preceptor, you see, Xun’er is still young and doesn’t know any better. That’s why she said such nonsense. Could you let her off?” The Grand Preceptor mused, “I suspect the princess may have something wrong with her head as well. As it happens, a renowned doctor has just arrived at my residence. I’ll have him examine the princess thoroughly. Since she also misunderstands me, she can supervise me herself and see that I’m loyal to Your Majesty.” Damn it, this princess has to be a dead Grand Preceptor’s maid and even bring him wash water for his feet? Putting the scoundrels in their place: Mu Qianxun glanced at a corner of clothing peeking out from behind the flowers and spoke loudly. “Luoxia, pick all these flowers. When we get back, grind them into a flower paste and mix in some white liquor. Rub it on your face; it’s the finest beauty treatment. Then mix the remaining petals with honey and put them in my bath. The Grand Preceptor loves that scent.” The next day, Luoxia came to report, “Princess, I don’t know what happened, but Princess Qianye’s face is red and swollen. She was going to come out and settle the score with you, but a swarm of bees chased her around the imperial garden. She nearly collided with the Grand Preceptor, who slapped her straight into a hornet’s nest.” … The other woman edition: A woman’s gentle voice asked, “Li, do you remember the wine we brewed together on Mount Tianshan, the little fox we raised together, and the sunrises and sunsets we watched together?” The man replied fondly, “How could I forget? Those are our most beautiful memories.” Standing outside, Mu Qianxun heard the unmistakable voices of Yu Luosha and Ye Zhongli. She froze like a statue. Dear readers, please believe me: this really is a devoted one-on-one romance! Pampering his wife edition: A maid rushed in, flustered. “Princess, this is terrible!” “What happened?” Qianxun asked, not even looking up. “The Grand Preceptor is kneeling on a washboard outside the Nan Hua Gate, loudly reciting the Ten Rules for Pampering One’s Wife. A crowd of officials on their way to court has gathered around him. The emperor heard about it too and hurried over. He told me to summon you right away.” Qianxun remembered the Ten Rules for Pampering One’s Wife she had written during their wedding. Imagining him kneeling there and reciting them with all the proper inflection made her shiver. “Those officials actually dare to stand around and watch? Aren’t they afraid he’ll retaliate?” The maid’s face was covered in sweat. She said miserably, “The Grand Preceptor insisted they stay and watch, so they could bear witness to his reflection and apology. I just don’t know whether he’ll retaliate against everyone who saw him afterward!” “…” Little dumpling edition: The little dumpling held up a slightly red finger. “Mother, I hurt my hand. You have to sleep with me tonight and comfort me.” The woman felt sorry for him. “All right, all right. Mother will hold you.” “Wife, do you think my hand can still be saved?” The little dumpling jumped up. “Father, your hand is bleeding so much!” The man pleaded, “How about letting me have Mother to myself tonight?” The little dumpling nodded enthusiastically. “Okay!” The woman kicked him. How dare you trick the child with sugar syrup? Do you realize you’re teaching him to lie? If you like it, please add it to your favorites. If you don’t, read a little more before deciding!