My Wife Is The Final Boss

A faint fragrance drifted through the hall, and Li Zhibai suddenly noticed something.

She saw Yun Qian tilt her head slightly, and her blinking seemed much faster than when she was tired earlier...?

It wasn’t that she was observing Yun Qian too closely; it was just that the change in Yun Qian’s state was too obvious. She only had a totally different reaction when something interested her compared to when she was tired.

But why?

Was there any topic worth Yun Qian’s attention just now?

Thinking it over, Li Zhibai could only remember the sycophancy between Tong Jun and her second daughter... there was nothing substantial in those words, mostly indicating Tong Jun’s laziness and the fact that she needed her daughter to spur her on occasion.

She confirmed that there was no mention of Chang’an.

Watching Yun Qian’s slightly trembling lashes, Li Zhibai blinked along with her.

Since there was no mention of Chang’an, why would Yun Qian be interested in such a topic?

It seemed strange to her.

But Yun Qian was not surprised.

Always pampered and often lacking motivation even for her aspiration of having a child, which could be stymied by a fifteen-minute limitation... so sometimes, Yun Qian wanted to be more driven.

The problem is, without her husband’s push, she wouldn’t want to take a single step forward... because for the current Yun Qian, all her energy was spent on "how to be a good wife," "how to make him like her more," and "how to have a daughter."

Just thinking about these issues took up most of her thinking, with no time left for anything else... so unless those three matters were perfected, she needed her husband’s urging to do anything else.

"..." Yun Qian’s clear eyes were layered with ripples.

Come to think of it... her husband might not bear to urge her, so doing it differently might work too.

"???"

Li Zhibai met Yun Qian’s gaze, bewildered, with a few question marks forming above her head.

"Ms. Yun, why are you looking at me?"

"Nothing..." Yun Qian paused lightly before continuing, "Are you his teacher?"

"I am Chang’an’s teacher," Li Zhibai replied, but just then, Zhu Pingniang’s voice drifted over.

"Ah Bai is not really a teacher; she is more like his mother~"

"Tong Jun." Li Zhibai’s eye twitched slightly.

"...Ms. Zhu, what nonsense are you saying?" Miss Lu was startled.

She had learned some information about Li Zhibai from Zhu Pingniang earlier. Before her stood not only Zhu Pingniang’s sweetheart, but someone of even higher status within the Immortal Sect, and most importantly... she was still an unmarried young woman, how could she speak like that?

If Xu Chang’an were here instead of the gentleman, and he heard it... who knows what he would think of his elder sister.

Miss Lu quickly grabbed Zhu Pingniang’s hand firmly, smiling awkwardly, "Miss Li, please don’t get upset, sister is just joking."

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

She was quite helpless, wondering if Lu’er didn’t realize that Ah Bai understood her better?

It was just a joke, this cowardly girl.

Yun Qian ignored this farce, merely opening her clenched fist in front of Li Zhibai, and thoughtfully rotated her long, slender, jade-like fingers.

"...?" Li Zhibai looked on puzzled.

Miss Lu stared intently at Yun Qian’s hand, oblivious even as she swallowed reflexively.

For the first time, she was scrutinizing Yun Qian’s hand so closely.

What a beautiful pair of hands they were, whiter than any she had seen, slender and fragile yet carrying a unique supple charm, the equally spaced, scallion-like fingers, the neatly trimmed nails glistening under the banquet hall’s light.

For a moment, Miss Lu was transfixed, her eyes unblinking.

"..." Zhu Pingniang seeing this felt her face heat up...she felt embarrassed.

Doesn’t she resemble her mother a lot?

Miss Lu’s unblinking gaze was exactly how she had looked at Yun Qian’s hands when she first saw them... However, she, being the mother, was even less decorous, having taken Yun Qian’s hands into her own to fondle for quite a while when Chang’an was away.

Pfft.

Not fondling.

She had been doing a proper job earlier.

Zhu Pingniang thought she planned to gift Yun Qian a custom-made Seven-Stringed Zither, thus needed to understand Yun Qianxiu’s hands, not that she had Miss Lu’s base desires.

Definitely not.

Wen Li: "..."

Wen Li observed Zhu Pingniang and Miss Lu attentively, and as the Senior Sister, she couldn’t help but sigh softly. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

If the Junior Sisters at Mu Yu Peak all became like Senior Zhu in the future, she would certainly be busy.

However...

She lowered her head and looked at her hand at the cuff, years of sword practice didn’t leave any marks on her glass-like fingers, after all the Six Arts for Women she systematically studied, she somewhat regarded herself as a zither master.

Indeed.

A Zither Master.

Wen Li couldn’t relate to Zhu Pingniang’s feelings, so she wouldn’t regard these two girls as being merely lustful; instead, it seemed a matter of course.

For a zither master, a pair of hands was the most important thing.

Seeing Yun Qian’s hands... although Wen Li had only glanced at them, she had memorized them completely.

Unexpectedly, this Junior Sister would make a good swordsman.

Though it was uncertain if the Junior Brother would be willing to let Junior Sister Yun wield a sword?

Wen Li tilted her head, feeling her hair at the nape, thinking of Yun Qian’s waist-length, smooth hair, immediately pressing her fingers against her temples.

Junior Sister Yun... maybe better not.

Somehow, if she picked up a sword and flourished it, her lush hair would be the first to be lopped off... in that case, whether the Junior Brother would agree or not, Wen Li herself couldn’t bear it.

She truly liked this Junior Sister.

As Yun Qian’s fingers unfolded like a lotus before her, Li Zhibai realized it only then and met Zhu Pingniang’s teasing smile.

It seemed... not only did she lack resolve, Ah Bai too was the same.

"Hand..." Li Zhibai’s face remained calm, her voice gentle, "Ms. Yun, what’s wrong with your hand?"

Yun Qian looked at her own palm.

These hands couldn’t accomplish much, a light squeeze could only catch some meaningless focal points, entirely useless.

She couldn’t cook for her husband, as she couldn’t handle a knife.

She couldn’t copy stories for him, as his handwriting was much better.

But these hands might become useful because trying things Xu Chang’an had tried interested her, like mimicking his handwriting.

Yun Qian gazed at Li Zhibai, softly asked.

"Do you often use a ruler to strike his palm?"