Shouldn't You Be Kicking Me Out Of The Mansion

Nanny Rong was speechless and unhappy, "That's because she had studied and gone to school. You don't know anything, so you can only work hard on needlework."

Chu Yunyao threw the needle and thread aside, "If I don't know how to do it, I can learn it. You can teach me. Could it be that you don't know how to read, so you can only teach me needlework?"

Nanny Rong was angry but was too embarrassed to say she was illiterate.

She went to the side room and took a book from her bag. She arranged the pen and paper and looked at Chu Yunyao mockingly, "The Military Governor's wife asked me to bring this book over for you to read."

"When the Military Governor gets better, you and the Young Marshal will return to the residence. She will give you a test. You can write it yourself."

Writing with a brush was much easier than embroidery. Chu Yunyao did not say anything else. She sat on the stool, held the brush, and flipped through the book's contents.

It was a very ancient and scholarly book of poetry.

When she was in elementary school, she could already memorize it. Chu Yunyao flipped through the book and threw it aside. She picked up the brush and began practicing her calligraphy.

Practicing calligraphy could calm one's mind and nourish one's mind.

Since she had intimate contact with Mo Lingyuan in the hot spring last night, she had felt uneasy all day.

Chu Yunyao stared at the paper in a daze until a drop of ink dripped onto the paper.

A warm and calloused palm held her slender and soft hand.

The man's cold fragrance assaulted her senses and enveloped her entire body.

Chu Yunyao saw Mo Lingyuan bending his body and pressing his handsome face on her.

"The posture of holding the pen is not bad, but these words are unsuitable for beginners. Pick a few simpler ones to practice first." Mo Lingyuan held her hand and wrote three words, Chu Yunyao.

Mo Lingyuan took out another piece of paper and wrote another three words with her hand, Mo Lingyuan.

After he finished writing, he threw the brush aside and pointed at the words on it, "These are our names. Write these six words first."

Chu Yunyao looked at him with confusion.

Shouldn't this person kick me out of the house or torture me ruthlessly?

Why did he act as if nothing had happened? What was he up to? 

Nanny Rong looked at their actions. They seemed intimate, but there was also an inexplicable sense of alienation. Could it be that Chu Yunyao had successfully attracted the attention of the young marshal by proposing to take a concubine for him this morning?

"Does the Young Marshal think I'm not teaching her well enough, so you plan to teach her personally?" Nanny Rong asked unwillingly.

Mo Lingyuan did not say anything. He just said, "Nowadays, schools don't use brushes anymore. They use pens. It's easier for beginners to write."

"I happen to have a brand new pen in my study. I'll get someone to send it to you later."

Chu Yunyao rubbed her aching fingers and took a few steps back to put some distance between them. She asked, "Marshal, why did you personally come to the Moon Pavilion?"

She did not believe Mo Lingyuan was so bored that he would come to her for no reason.

Mo Lingyuan narrowed his eyes, straightened his back and said, "I heard that you wanted to take in a concubine for me and even personally went to the kitchen to cook for me. You are so virtuous, considerate, and generous. I am very grateful and plan to accompany you back to your hometown tomorrow."

"Where?"

"Back to your residence." Mo Lingyuan looked at her, his eyes like a net that covered her, "We just got married. Don't tell me you have forgotten where your family is?"