Volume 1: Laughing at the Prosperous Chapter 40

  Yun Shu felt unexpected when Yun Muhan returned, and her heart trembled as she looked at his dark face. She hastily put down the stiffened hand and smiled awkwardly at him, "Brother, didn't you leave? Why are you back?"

  Yun Muhan stared at her, his eyes fixed on hers.

  Yun Qian's smiling face froze, and she pursed her lips as she looked at Yun Wuhan.

  Halfway through, Yun Wuhan suddenly said: "If you don't want me to teach you how to manage the household, that's also fine."

  "Really?" Yun Qianyue exclaimed in delight.

  "But I'll go and invite the Crown Prince of Rong Wang Fu to come and call you, I think if he teaches you, you will be very happy to learn. Maybe you can even learn quickly." Yun Wu Han's tone changed again, and he said.

  Yun Shallow Moon's mouth twitched, and Rong Jing taught her? She remembered that the person looked elegant on the outside but was actually black-hearted. It wasn't necessary after all. She immediately shook her head and walked over to pull Yun Wuhan's arm, "Who said I didn't want Brother to teach me? I'm happy to learn from you, come in quickly, let's continue now."

  "This is what you said, if you don't study hard again, I will really not be polite to you." Yun Wuhan dodged her hand and went back into the house.

  Yun Shallow Moon reached out and touched her nose. What bad luck had she encountered in this life?

  Cai Lian, Zhao Mama, Ting Yu, and Ting Xue exchanged a glance, covered their mouths to stifle their laughter, and retreated.

  Yun Jian sat down at the desk with a thud, looking at the white paper and black words on it, and said helplessly: "Fine, you continue! I'll study hard this time."

  "Hmm!" Yun Wuhan hummed, and sat down with a swish of her skirt, continuing to read from the white paper, "Zhaoyan, Zhaomeng, First-class maid serving Fifth Madam personally, in charge of all daily routines. Qian Popo, Fifth Madam's personal maid, Qiuye, Second-class maid serving Fifth Madam, in charge of some trivial matters in the courtyard. Fang Si, Third-class maid serving Fifth Madam, in charge of washing..."

  Yun Qian Yue nodded. It seems that the positions of these three aunts and five aunts in Yun Wang Fu are not much different from those of Feng Ce Fei before she was demoted to a concubine. Otherwise, there wouldn't be twenty or thirty people serving in one courtyard. Now that Feng Ce Fei has fallen, it seems that these two are the most powerful ones.

  "Cai Lian, your personal maid. Zhao Mama, previously in charge of the small kitchen in Shallow Moon Pavilion. Ting Xue and Ting Yu, previously in charge of sweeping the courtyard in Shallow Moon Pavilion. Now they are all brought to your side." Yun Wu Han saw that Yun Shallow Moon had not spoken for half a day, looked up at her, saw her staring intently at his finger, and continued reading with his head down, "Yan Die, eldest miss Cloud Fragrance Lotus's personal maid, Jiang Popo, eldest miss's wet nurse. Bai Lu, second miss Cloud Fragrance Xia's personal maid, He Popo, second miss's wet nurse..."

  Yun Muhan's voice was clear and crisp, his enunciation pure. Yun Shangyue started out sitting up straight, but later gradually slumped forward, bonelessly leaning on the table as he stared at his fingers. Thinking to himself, what was a big man doing with such good-looking hands?

  "Alright. I've read all of these out loud for you, did you remember them?" Yun Wuhan withdrew his hand and looked at Yun Qianyue.

  "No, too many, how can I remember?" Yun Shangyue shook her head without lifting it.

  Yun Muhan didn't get angry and continued: "Let's start again from the beginning."

  "Good!" Yun Qian Yue nodded.

  Half a time later, Yun Mu Han raised his head again and asked Yun Qian Yue, "Do you remember this time?"

  "No!" Yun Qian Yue shook her head again.

  "Let's...do it again!" Yun Wu Han pointed back to the beginning once more.

  Half a time later, Yun Muhou raised his head to look at Yun Qianyue, seeing her staring at the words with a gloomy face, looking very bitter and resentful. He sighed, rubbed his forehead, and asked: "Still haven't memorized it?"

  "Hmm!" Yun Shangyue nodded listlessly.

  Yun Mu's eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly sighed, "I was too impatient. Let's start from scratch, one word at a time!"

  "Good!" Yun Qianyue echoed.

  Yun Muhan stood up, picked up a piece of paper again, wrote a cloud character on it with his brush, and handed the brush to Yun Qianyue. "You write this character."

  Yun Jian Yue took over the pen and grasped it tightly with her small hand, as if afraid it would slip out of her hands.

  Yun Muhan shook his head and said, "Don't hold on so tightly, it won't fall out."

  "Oh!" Yun Shallow Moon nodded cleverly, staring at the white paper but couldn't bring herself to start writing.

  "Write it!" Yun Mochan had a bit of a headache.

  "Hmm!" Yun Qianyue made a fearless expression and picked up her brush to draw vigorously on the paper.

  "Don't use too much force." Yun Wuhan spoke again.

  Yun Shallow Moon nodded again, closed her eyes, and concentrated on thinking about what she wrote when she first learned to write. Even though she claimed to have a great memory, after thinking for half a day, the things from over twenty years ago had long been forgotten, and now all she could clearly remember was how to write the characters well. She opened her eyes, feeling somewhat disheartened.

  "Write casually, it's okay if you write incorrectly." Yun Wuhan's voice became much warmer.

  "This is what you said, oh! It's okay if I wrote it wrong?" Yun Shallow Moon tilted her head to look at Yun Mocheng. She found that this brother was aloof and cold when she first met him in the imperial palace that day, but now it seems not to be the case!

  "It doesn't matter." Yun Wuhan stopped looking at her. He had already prepared himself for her mistake.

  Yun Qian's eyes drooped, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she suddenly picked up her brush to copy the characters written by Yun Wuhan. It took half a stick of incense for her to finish writing one character, and after finishing, she herself could hardly bear to look at it. But she still had to pretend to be excited and call out to Yun Wuhan, "Brother, I'm done! Look, did I write it correctly?"

  Yun Mu Han lowered his head, looking at the scribbles on the white paper that couldn't be called words, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

  "What's wrong? Is it not written well?" Yun Shallow Moon looked at Yun Mu Han, feeling disdain for her grandmother's house, but still pretending to be frustrated and angry, throwing down the pen, "I said I'm not good at writing, you must make me write. I won't learn how to manage the household anymore, it's too hard."

  "If Grandfather knew you wrote the character 'cloud' like that, his cane would definitely be used on you." Yun Wuhan sighed and picked up the brush, saying to Yun Shallow Moon: "Watch closely, hold the pen like this, write it like this."

  Yun Shallow Moon nodded slightly, staring at his hand. The powerful strokes of the characters were rendered on the white paper under his hand, looking incredibly good.

  "Come!" Yun Wuhan handed the pen over to Yun Qianyue.

  Yun Qian Yue took over and continued to scribble, when finished, looked towards Yun Wu Han again.

  "Continue!" Yun Wuhan said again.

  Yun Qianyue could only continue doodling, and then looked at Yun Wuhuan again.

  Yun Muhan didn't look at her again this time, stretched out his hand to pick up the account book on the table and flipped it open, saying to her: "Write a hundred cloud character posters, finish them and show me together."

  "One hundred sheets?" Yun Qian Yue's pen almost slipped from her grasp.

  "Right, one hundred pieces." Yun Mochan said: "Not a single piece is allowed to be missing. Anyway, we have plenty of time."

  Yun Shallow Moon looked at the word "cloud", and suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears.

  She raised her eyes to look at the clouds in the cold dusk, and that person seemed to be planning a long battle with her. Her small face changed colors constantly, looking good for a while. Her brain was also turning circles, thinking about whether she could still correct her mistakes? Could she write something satisfactory to him all at once? Could she say that she knew all these characters, could write them well, could read account books, and could manage the household, without needing to learn anything else at all?

  It's estimated that it can't be done! If so, she would have been discovered not to be the real Cloud Shallow Moon and would have been regarded as a monster and killed. Still here as a dog fart lady! How did she become so unlucky to come to this illiterate lady?

  Yun Qian Yue thought about it more and more, feeling an urge to smash a block of tofu on her own head. Finally, she collapsed onto the table, asking Yun Wu Han: "Brother, don't you have anything to do today?"

  "No!" Yun Wuhan didn't even look at her.

  "Then you go back first, can't I finish writing it myself? I'll get Cai Lian to send it to you after I'm done." Yun Qiu Yue asked.

  "No way, I'll just watch you write here." Yun Wuhan shook his head. He added, "No more talking, hurry up and write. Otherwise, I'll get Grandpa to come and watch you write."

  This dead man! Yun Qianyue gritted her teeth. Helpless, she could only spread out the paper and start scribbling on it bit by bit.

  One hundred sheets of paper were quickly filled up by her, and before she could even open her mouth, Yun Mochan said: "Continue writing the next character, Meng. Also write one hundred sheets."

  "Finished writing Meng's words? Can I rest now?" asked Yun Qiu Yue.

  "No, finish writing Meng's words first before continuing with the next one. Until all are written." Yun Wu Han said again.

  "It's too inhumane! I won't write anymore!" Yun Qian Yue stood up abruptly, glaring at Yun Wu Han with annoyance. "I want to go out and have fun, I want to go racing with Ye Qing Ran, I want..."

  "Should I go and ask Rong Jing to come over and watch you write?" Yun Mochan cut off her words and asked lightly.

  "I... " Yun Qiu Yue felt a dark cloud pressing down on her, and her anger suddenly dissipated. She slowly sat down, pouting: "No way. That guy doesn't look like a good person at all. I... I'll just write it myself."

  "That's right. Write!" Yun Mohan continued to look at the account book.

  Clouds shallow moon in her heart wandered, eighteen generations of ancestors, finally looking at that person unmoving like a mountain. She was helpless, picked up the brush and continued to scribble. She hoped it would soon be dark.

  It wasn't until noon that Yun Shangyue thought this person wouldn't go back to eat, but unexpectedly Yun Wuhansheng ordered Zhao Mama to have him eat at Shangyue Pavilion. Yun Shangyue thoroughly felt what it meant to be in a state of utter darkness and despair.

  At dusk, Yun Muhan finished checking the thousand sheets of paper written by Yun Shangyue, nodded and threw out a sentence "Continue tomorrow." before finally leaving.

  Yun Qian Yue threw herself onto the large bed made of pear wood after he left, listless and weak.

  The Buddha said: It's not easy to pretend!

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