My Wife Is A General Who Killed Tens Of Thousands On The Battlefield Chapter 89 – Only One Type of Handwriting

At the Cloud Gazing Tower, Honorable Xie's expression was ugly.

The Third Prince did not appear today as well.

Yet Su Wen came.

“Tell me, why would the Third Prince come to Cloud Gazing Tower all the time for no reason? He was reprimanded by His Majesty and was even grounded. Who knows when he will next come?” Su Wen said to Xie Yiyi as if he was joking.

However, Xie Dajia, who was next door, was vexed upon hearing that.

If it was really as Su Wen said, then her plan had completely failed.

Su Wen chatted with Xie Yiyi for a while before leaving as well.

After he left, Xie Dajia entered Xie Yiyi's room before solemnly asking, “Do you think that kid is telling the truth?”

Xie Yiyi smiled. “I think it's true. After all, there's no need for him to lie. If it's really as he said, His Highness won't be coming for at least a few days.”

Modest Xie sighed in resignation. “From the looks of it, Su Changqing is quite powerful. Even the prince has to give in to him. Yiyi, what do you think about marrying Su Wen?”

Xie Yiyi said softly, “I don't know. But now that all my cultivation has dissipated, there's no turning back.”

Her words were true. Now that her skills were gone, what would happen if she entered the martial arts world again?

Xie Dajia thought about it before making a decision. “Then it's settled. When Su Wen comes again tomorrow, you can discuss the marriage with him. After the marriage, you can use your Mental Demon Charming Body to control him and make him listen to you.”

Xie Yiyi looked at her mother and frowned. “Mother, didn't you say that Su Wen has already seen through our thoughts? Why can't we be honest with him? Why must we control him?”

Honorable Xie said in a low voice, “Men are the most unreliable when it comes to talking, especially people like Su Wen. Do you think he looks reliable? It's better to control him so that we can feel more at ease.”

In the Third Prince's residence, the feathered fan man looked at the Third Prince and gloated. “I told you not to offend Su Changqing. Are you being grounded now?”

The Third Prince glared at him in response, “So what if I'm grounded for a few days? Send someone to tell Miss Yiyi that I have something to do in the capital and will return in three days!”

He was too embarrassed to say that he was grounded. He even thought that Xie Yiyi didn't know and wanted to lie to her.

The man with the feathered fan shook his head and said, “You don't have to say it. I reckon Su Wen has already informed Miss Yiyi.”

The Third Prince's expression changed as he slammed his palm down, shattering an Eight Immortals Table!

(TL Note: Search eight immortals table on Google for the picture)

He angrily said, “This bastard, it's all because of him and his father. Otherwise, why would Royal Father ground me?”

The man with the feathered fan looked at the Third Prince and said seriously, “Your Highness, in my opinion, you should forget about it! Since His Majesty has already grounded you, it means that His Majesty is dissatisfied with your current actions. Why make His Majesty angry over a woman? Even if you wish to use cultivation to seize the throne, you still need His Majesty's approval.”

The Third Prince closed his eyes in despair. How would he not know?

However, Xie Yiyi's voice, smile, and dancing figure kept flashing past his eyes!

“There's no need to persuade me. I've made up my mind!”

Su Wen walked out of Cloud Gazing Tower and headed straight to the Royal Palace, planning to just go through the motions.

Upon greeting Emperor Zhou as usual, Su Wen realized that Zhao Wanrou was not around today and Emperor Zhou had a strange expression on his face.

He kept sizing himself up, thinking about something.

“Your Majesty, are we not going to practice etiquette today?” Su Wen probed.

Emperor Zhou tapped his fingers on the table and sighed. “Su Wen, I've thought about it today. I'm in the wrong. You are like my nephew and I should have taught you diligently when I summoned you into the palace. It's just that I couldn't bear to do it. However, little did I know that the more I acted like this, the more I harmed you… Your actions are too frivolous. How can you become the pillar of the country in the future? Come, let's copy the Noble's Aspiration ten times today to correct your morals!”

Su Wen's expression changed! The Noble's Aspiration was one of the books written by sages in this world.

It revolved around how as a noble, one should aspire to uphold morals and how they should give back to the country. The book set all sorts of standards for one's actions, what they should do when faced with problems, and what kind of attitude one should adopt.

Su Wen wanted to sleep after reading this book, let alone write it ten times.

'What's wrong with this old man? How did I provoke him again?' Su Wen was dumbstruck as a question arose in his heart.

Why did he suddenly decide to flip the chessboard?

Was it because his initial plan to horse around resulted in him actually getting into trouble? That's not my problem!

At this time, a eunuch delivered a brush and paper, as well as a thick book of the Noble's Aspiration!

Emperor Zhou said leisurely, “Don't be anxious. Copy them properly, stroke by stroke. Study the principles in the book well. If you're thirsty and hungry, tell the eunuch. He'll give you food. When you finish copying will be the time you go back. Alright, go to the side hall!”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Su Wen replied weakly and followed the eunuch to the side hall.

Seeing Su Wen's depressed mood, a smile flashed across Emperor Zhou's eyes!

“Haha! I've finally vented the anger in my heart! You brat, you've made me so angry!” Emperor Zhou was as happy as a child with a bunch of candies.

Su Wen entered the side hall and the eunuch placed a pen and paper in front of him, before standing to the side.

Su Wen tilted his head and looked at him. “I'm hungry. Get me something to eat!”

The eunuch was stunned. “Lord Su, but you haven't written anything yet?”

“Can't I be hungry even if I haven't started writing anything?” Su Wen said matter-of-factly.

The eunuch was speechless. What kind of person was this? He didn't even write a single word before he wanted to eat. However, Emperor Zhou had given his instructions, so the eunuch quickly went to get some pastries.

Su Wen took the plate and started to stuff it into his mouth. As he ate, he said, “Your food is not good. I don't like sweet food. Besides, this thing can't fill my stomach. Go and tell the rpya; chef to prepare a lamb leg, some Hundred Flowers Dew, and a persimmon brisket soup. First stew the persimmon till it has completely melted and then cut a few pig ears to mix it with the cold vegetables. I heard that there's still some demon beast meat in the palace, right? Get the chef to prepare some as well. Also, prepare some steamed buns and rice cakes, I don't eat noodles. Make more, I eat a lot.”

The young eunuch was speechless.

As he spoke, half a plate of pastries had been eaten. How could he not like it? If he didn't like it, why did he swallow even the plate as well?

However, he was also clear that he could not afford to offend Su Wen. Emperor Zhou had already said that they had to serve him well.

More importantly, Emperor Zhou did not expect Su Wen to be so rude!

He was wondering what would happen if Su Wen had to copy till midnight. If he didn't give him something to eat or drink, it would be unreasonable.

After the eunuch left, Su Wen suddenly saw a figure appear at the door.

It was precisely Zhao Wanrou.

She smiled. “Why? Is Young Master Su hungry?”

Su Wen nodded and said with a bitter expression, “I'm not actually hungry, but I have a long battle today. I have to eat my fill first!”

Zhao Wanrou was greatly surprised. When she found out that Su Wen had to copy the Noble's Aspiration ten times, she could not help but cover her mouth and laugh lightly. “Serves you right for presenting yourself properly!”

However, even as she spoke, she sat down at a table beside him. She gently picked up a pen and began writing, “Eat first. I'll help you write.”

Su Wen hurriedly said, “No need, it's useless even if you write it. The handwriting will be different!”

Zhao Wanrou looked up and blinked her eyes mischievously. She smiled and said, “Wouldn't there be a problem if there's only one type of handwriting?”

Chapter end