The temperamental white moonlight is back, and the entire Marquis's family obediently calls him

This was the first time Lu Mingzhao had ever heard someone call him a good-for-nothing, and say it so confidently, as if he wasn't ashamed at all, but rather proud of it.

"Are you truly dedicated to practicing martial arts?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Mingzhao met Li Xuanzhou's gaze, as if the other party was saying, "What do you think?"

Lu Mingzhao closed his eyes.

Yes, she still doesn't know what Li Xuanzhou's true purpose is. His so-called desire to learn martial arts is just an excuse.

Lu Mingzhao simply gave up.

"Since you don't want to practice, I'm happy to have some peace and quiet."

"You're sitting here, where am I supposed to sit?"

Li Xuanzhou covered his face with the folding fan in his hand to block the light, and said lazily, "Do as you please."

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingzhao forcefully pulled Li Xuanzhou up without saying a word, while he himself lay down on the rocking chair.

Li Xuanzhou: "..."

"When I said 'at your leisure,' I didn't mean you should take my seat."

Lu Mingzhao mimicked his shamelessness: "You could pull me up and sit here yourself, but unfortunately you can't. Do you know why? Because I often do horse stance, so my stance is very stable."

Li Xuanzhou, who refused to assume a horse stance, was stabbed by the boomerang and gritted his teeth.

He thought for a moment, then turned and went into the house. After fiddling with something for a while, he poked his head out and called to Lu Mingzhao, "Since I'm just killing time anyway, why don't you help me confirm something?"

Lu Mingzhao opened one eye to make sure the windows and doors were open before getting up and going inside.

Li Xuanzhou was standing in front of the desk, on which was a sheet of Xuan paper and next to it was ground ink.

Li Xuanzhou handed the pen to Lu Mingzhao: "Write something for me to see."

"...Didn't I say last time that I can't write?" Lu Mingzhao said helplessly.

I don't believe it.

Seeing Lu Mingzhao take the pen and hold it suspended on the rice paper, Li Xuanzhou narrowed his eyes: "You clearly know how to write. The way people who can't write and people who can write hold a pen is completely different."

"That's because I've only been learning for two months, and I've only learned the names of my children."

As he spoke, Lu Mingzhao began to write quickly.

After she finished writing, Li Xuanzhou leaned closer to take a look, his expression somewhat complicated.

Lu Mingzhao raised an eyebrow: "How is it?"

Li Xuanzhou bluntly stated: "Ugly."

"..."

Lu Mingzhao's lips twitched, and he put down his pen.

"It's already quite good that I've written this much in two months. My son and daughter-in-law both praised me for my high comprehension."

Li Xuanzhou: "You actually believed their flattery."

Lu Mingzhao gritted his teeth: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Li Xuanzhou silently took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, opened it and looked at it for a while before smiling slightly: "I want you to write your own name."

"...That's strange." Lu Mingzhao muttered. She had never told the other person that she could write her own name.

Li Xuanzhou watched as she picked up her pen again and continued writing on the paper.

But this time she wrote six characters in one go.

Li Xuanzhou lowered his head and read out, word by word, "Lu Mingzhao... Zhou Ningchuan?"

Why did you write your two names together?

Lu Mingzhao said naturally, "Because Zhou Ningchuan taught me both names. He said that our names should be written together. Since you want to see me write my name, I might as well give you a few more characters."

Li Xuanzhou had his head down, so his expression was not visible.

"Are you and your husband really that close?"

Lu Mingzhao nodded: "Yes, after I get back today, I will tell him about our meeting. He respects me and trusts me, and I feel the same way about him."

Do you have any other questions?

But this time, Li Xuanzhou remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, he said softly, "Madam Lu, you should go home now."

This was the first time Li Xuanzhou had called her Madam Lu since they met today.

Lu Mingzhao naturally found it a bit strange, but didn't think much of it.

In short, she was happy that this task was finished today.

After Lu Mingzhao left, Li Xuanzhou was still staring at the six words on the paper.

After some time, Princess Wenyu walked in and, seeing him lost in thought, couldn't help but ask, "How did it go? Did you manage to get anything out of him?"

He then picked up the letter from his sleeve once more.

"The handwriting is different." Li Xuanzhou's voice was a little hoarse.

Princess Wenyu: "Is it possible that she deliberately altered her handwriting?"

Li Xuanzhou shook his head.

"Completely different, it's as if...it wasn't written by a single person at all."

Princess Wenyu frowned: "Could it be that what she said about her soul leaving her body was actually true?"

"But if that's really the case, then our last hope..."

Princess Wenyu paused, and after a long while, she sighed and slowly asked, "So, do you still plan to continue testing her?"

"Since it's not the same person at all, there's no point in continuing."

Li Xuanzhou nodded, and just when Princess Wenyu thought her younger brother had given up, she suddenly heard Li Xuanzhou ask a completely unrelated question—

"Sister, do you really believe in the existence of a loving and devoted marriage?"

Can two people with no blood relation truly remain faithful to each other until death?

Princess Wenyu was taken aback.

She also understood her brother's thoughts.

After experiencing something like that, it's incredibly difficult to believe in love again.

She had advised her younger brother to get married long ago, but he said he had no hope or longing for romantic relationships.

So Wenyu abandoned the idea early on.

I thought my brother would never fall in love with anyone again in his life, but the tone of his voice right now... seems to be trying to verify something.

Wen Yu's expression was somewhat complicated. She had imagined that one day her younger brother might fall in love with a woman from another family. That woman would be so rare in the world, but... it shouldn't be Lu Mingzhao!

"Xuanzhou, do you know that she is the wife of Marquis Zhongjing?"

"She already has three children with Marquis Zhongjing, and she's not young anymore. I heard that she'll be expecting a grandson in a few months."

Li Xuanzhou, however, rested his chin on his hand, seemingly lost in thought: "But my uncle is over fifty years old this year, and he has taken in many concubines who are teenagers, hasn't he? What does age matter? Besides, she and I aren't that much different in age."

Princess Wenyu was terrified.

"How can you compare them like that? Even if Lu Mingzhao is divorced, she... she is a married woman now."

"Besides, her loyalty to Marquis Zhongjing doesn't mean she'll be loyal to you."

"..." Li Xuanzhou suddenly burst out laughing: "I was just joking, sister, look how scared you are."

"By the way, how's my nephew's wedding going? Has your older sister found a girl she likes?"

Seeing her younger brother so easily change the subject, Princess Wenyu sighed inwardly.

...She hoped her brother was really joking.