My Wife Is The Final Boss

These hands of hers can do many things, but when she gently clenches them, all she can grasp are meaningless singularities that serve no purpose.

She can’t cook delicious meals for her husband because she can’t hold a knife properly.

She can’t transcribe novels for him because his handwriting is more beautiful.

But it seems these hands will be useful in the future, because she wants to try the things Xu Chang’an has attempted, just as she mimics his handwriting.

Yun Qian looked at Li Zhibai and asked softly.

"Do you often use the ruler to hit his palm?"

"Do you often use the ruler to hit his palm?" Yun Qian asked.

"... Ah." Li Zhibai was taken aback.

After Yun Qian asked this question, not only Li Zhibai, but all the girls who heard it were stunned.

Li Zhibai never expected Yun Qian to ask such a question.

Could it be that Chang’an complained to Yun Qian about her?

That shouldn’t be...

But what Yun Qian said wasn’t wrong.

As a teacher, although Chang’an was smart, he was not yet able to understand everything at a glance in front of her, so she indeed used to hit Xu Chang’an’s palm many times.

Even now, she occasionally uses "palm slapping" to "threaten" Xu Chang’an... But ultimately, Li Zhibai never intended to bully him. It was just that this act of punishing a child with a ruler was just too effective for someone as sensible as Chang’an.

Sometimes saying things repeatedly doesn’t help as much as having him obediently extend his palm to receive a ruler hit.

The key to the ruler lies in the word "rule".

Although Chang’an hasn’t shown any potential to become a monk, after enduring one painless ruler slap, similar mistakes will not occur on him again.

"... Ms. Yun, I wasn’t..." Li Zhibai was about to explain something when Yun Qian gently pressed her hand. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Think about it, then talk to me." Yun Qian said softly.

Li Zhibai: "..."

She was momentarily bewildered.

What does Ms. Yun want her to think about?

How to slap Chang’an’s palm?

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

She was speechless as well... In fact, her gaze was somewhat evasive.

At this moment, although Zhu Pingniang didn’t know what Yun Qian wanted to say, surprisingly, she felt that Yun Qian’s ’questioning’ was quite pressuring.

’Could it be that I’m feeling guilty like a thief?’

Tch.

She wasn’t actually a thief, so why feel guilty?

Miss Lu stood by dumbfounded, still lost in admiration for the beauty of Yun Qian’s fingers, the most impractical one among them.

Only Wen Li remembered the novels Yun Qian had read and the thought process she displayed when alone with her, and sighed softly with some understanding of her sister’s thoughts.

Maybe... it was a bit laughable?

But on Yun Qian, it didn’t seem funny at all; instead, it felt natural.

Up to now, aside from Xu Chang’an, Wen Li was the girl who understood Yun Qian best and could follow her train of thought—without exception.

Coincidentally, she wasn’t fond of speaking either.

"..." Li Zhibai didn’t know what she was supposed to think about.

The ruler?

Slapping the palm?

It was often used.

Because it’s effective.

Ever since she started using the ruler, Li Zhibai hadn’t noticed Xu Chang’an making the same mistake twice.

For a teacher, it’s hard not to have a profound impression of this student, hard not to like him, especially since Muyu Peak almost never accepts outside disciples, and Li Zhibai is practically in a state of freeloading at the Sword Hall.

Think about what kind of disciples Li Zhibai has mentored over the years?

Whether it’s Zhu Tongjun from the Hehuan Sect or Sikong Lixu from the Profound Sword Bureau, both are candidates for sect leader positions. The only one who isn’t is Wen Li, and when it comes down to it, Wen Li’s talent far surpasses the other two, and as a half-demon, she’s also "training with skills already acquired."

So, many things don’t require much explanation from Li Zhibai. She only needs to point out a general direction or give guidance at a critical moment, and they will find their own path without her needing to say much.

This is also why Li Zhibai’s relationship with them is distant—she is very aware of her position, barely qualified to be called a teacher, but not a master, and she has never fulfilled a master’s duties.

But Chang’an is different.

When Li Zhibai taught Xu Chang’an about cultivation, he was completely ignorant, with all his knowledge about the Cultivation Realm coming from storytellers, having no foundation.

Very clean.

As clean as a blank sheet of paper.

As clean as a glass of pristine water.

So, Li Zhibai uncharacteristically fulfilled the duties of Mr. Sword Hall and actually started teaching someone who knew nothing about cultivation, from the most basic breathing rhythms... And thus, she single-handedly shaped Xu Chang’an into who he is today.

He is a blank sheet of paper, yet every line of drawing about cultivation bears Li Zhibai’s mark; she could look at them for a whole day.

He is a glass of water, and now Li Zhibai doesn’t need to taste it to know what ingredients she added, understanding what delicious flavor the water has become.

Moreover, this student is so clever that one "slap" is enough to enlighten him; once he’s been hit with the ruler, he won’t repeat the same mistake. Heaven knows how worry-free he is; a teacher is never afraid of a student making mistakes, for what purpose would a teacher serve if not for them?