Ye Youlan's daily life of traveling through time

Song Wen was not happy when he heard this. Instead, he looked helpless: "Alas, every family has its own problems. My life is actually very difficult, but I have no one to talk to."

When Qiao Ling heard this, she gave up her intention to leave and stopped to look at him. She saw that his brow was frowning and he did not look very happy.

"Mr. Song, did you and your wife have a fight?"

Song Wen shook his head: "You go first! I am a married man now, and walking with a girl like you will damage your reputation."

The more he didn't want to talk about it, the more curious Qiao Ling became: "Did you find that Feng Xiaoyu wasn't as good as you imagined? Are you a little disappointed?"

Song Wen looked up in surprise: "How did you know?"

Qiao Ling was even more proud of herself for guessing the answer.

"I said she wasn't worthy of you. If she didn't have a father who was a county magistrate, how would she have the chance to marry you?"

Song Wen shook his head in embarrassment and took the basket from Qiao Ling. "Once you've seen the ocean, all other waters are but puddles; and all other clouds are but wisps of mist. When you have it, you dare not dream of it; when you lose it, you regret it immensely."

Qiao Ling stood there in a daze, hesitated for a few seconds, then caught up and asked Mr. Song what he meant.

Song Wen returned the basket to her hand and said, "You are still young, how can you understand the pain of love? I'm sorry to tell you all this today. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Qiao Ling stood there until she could no longer see Song Wen's back.

"What does Mr. Song mean by that? He doesn't like Feng Xiaoyu. Does he have any unspeakable secrets about marrying Feng Xiaoyu?"

At this moment, she really wanted to go back to the study and ask the two old gentlemen whether those two sentences were what she understood.

When she returned to the embroidery workshop, Aunt Li asked her if the snacks had been delivered.

Qiao Ling handed the basket to Aunt Li: "I sent it. Mr. Chen said it's not as delicious as the one made by the chef in the palace, so he asked you not to send it next time."

Aunt Li smiled awkwardly: "This Mr. Chen is really something, he's so picky even though it's free."

Uncle Li came out and said, "Haven't you seen that Dad's taste has become more picky now? He doesn't eat much at home and goes to Old Chen's for free food."

"It's not appropriate for Dad to eat other people's food for three meals a day. How about I buy some vegetables and send them over."

Aunt Li asked Qiao Ling to accompany her to buy groceries.

When the two arrived at the market, they happened to meet Feng Xiaoyu and her maid Caiwei who were also buying vegetables.

We were all from Yangcheng and knew each other, so we quickly became familiar with each other.

"Miss Feng, what did you buy?"

"I bought a grass carp. My husband likes to eat braised fish. I also bought a piece of tofu to put in the fish soup, so I can have two ways to enjoy the fish. I also bought a piece of pork belly and a handful of celery to make dumplings for dinner."

Aunt Li smiled and said, "Does the young lady cook for herself?"

Feng Xiaoyu blushed and pointed at Caiwei and said, "I can't, but this girl of mine cooks well. My husband really likes her cooking."

Qiao Ling stood beside Aunt Li and looked at Feng Xiaoyu calmly. She had an ordinary appearance and an average figure. Did Mr. Song really have some unspeakable secrets in marrying her?

On the way back with Caiwei, Feng Xiaoyu asked Caiwei if she felt that Qiao Ling looked at people in a strange way.

"I didn't notice. I was just thinking about how bad Aunt Li's cooking was, so I asked the old man to go to the study for free meals."

Feng Xiaoyu wondered if she was overthinking it.

When the official school was on vacation, Ye Youlan asked everyone to bring Jinbao, Zhao Zicheng, and Ding Xiaoshan to her house for fun.

Li Mu took the three of them to the training ground to play for a while and then came over for lunch.

The Seventh Prince was not in the palace today, so the three little guys were not restrained and shared interesting things in the official school with Ye Youlan during dinner.

Ding Xiaoshan was devoted to reading the books of sages and philosophers, and was oblivious to what was happening outside the window, so he was not as talkative as Jinbao and Zhao Zicheng.

They talked about the study, which was very interesting. Mr. Li and Mr. Chen often argued until they were red in the face, and many scholars stood up to support them.

Ye Youlan laughed and asked, "Who do they support?"

Jin Bao chuckled, "Zicheng and I are neutral because we don't understand what they are arguing about. I feel that what Mr. Li says makes sense, and so does what Mr. Chen says."

Zhao Zicheng pointed at Ding Xiaoshan and said, "Xiaoshan is not going. If he were here, he would probably be able to say a few words."

Ding Xiaoshan's face flushed, and he said modestly, "I can't do that either. The headmaster has added a lot of classes to my schedule recently, and Mr. Song sometimes comes to check my homework. How could I dare to be as casual as you guys?"

Speaking of Song Wen, Zhao Zicheng had something to say: "Don't you find it strange? There have been several times when I mistook Mr. Song for Assistant Professor Li."

Ye Youlan asked which assistant teacher Li?

"It's Li Zong, the assistant professor at Jinghua Academy. The other day I saw him signing his name, and the first stroke of the character 'Song' was a horizontal stroke. I was puzzled, but then I went back and thought, isn't that the first stroke of the character 'Li'?"

Ye Youlan's smile froze. She looked at Jin Bao, "You didn't mistake Mr. Song for Li Zong, did you?"

Jin Bao smiled innocently, "Mr. Song and Assistant Professor Li are completely different people. Only Zhao Zicheng is suspicious. After what he said that night, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep."

Ding Xiaoshan told Zhao Zicheng not to talk nonsense outside, saying that Li Zong was dead and Mr. Song would feel unlucky if he knew about it.

Ye Youlan quickly instructed Zhao Zicheng: "Remember, if you have any questions outside, don't tell anyone else. Remember to tell me."

After dinner, the three of them went to Ding Xiaoshan’s blacksmith shop to help.

Ye Youlan was feeling uneasy. When the Seventh Prince came back, she would ask him to send someone back to the capital to check the exact time of Li Zong's death and the time when the fire in Song Wen's treasury almost broke out. She needed to confirm one thing.

The Seventh Prince sat down and asked Ye Youlan to explain why she wanted to check this. Did she have any questions?

Ye Youlan sat in his arms, holding his face in her hands, and asked seriously, "Do you believe in rebirth after death?"

The Seventh Prince wanted to laugh: "How is this possible?"

"What if it's true?"

The Seventh Prince stared at Ye Youlan with his handsome eyes: "Do you suspect that Li Zong was reborn into Song Wen's body after his death?"

Ye Youlan nodded solemnly.

The Seventh Prince suppressed his laughter and said, "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to send a message to the capital."

"Do not laugh."

"Have you been reading any storybooks lately?"

Ye Youlan knew that he didn't believe it, and it didn't matter, as long as he was willing to arrange someone to investigate.

Ye Youlan asked him if he wanted to have dinner.

"There was a little incident in the barracks today. I rushed home right after I dealt with it. I haven't eaten yet!"

Ye Youlan asked Dingxiang to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Li Zhi's family has been here for a long time, but his marriage is still unsettled. You don't even care about your subordinates. You're not a good boss."

The Seventh Prince raised his head and asked, "Am I a good husband and a good father?"

"Looking around and talking about something else."

Ye Youlan sat aside, watching the Seventh Prince wolfing down his food, and reminded him to eat slowly, as no one was competing with him for the food.

“Even after eating, we still have to work.”

Ye Youlan wondered: "Are you still going out?"

The Seventh Prince had a mischievous look in his eyes, and Ye Youlan immediately understood what he meant. Her face turned red, and she was in a state of excitement.

A few days later, a letter came from the capital, and the Seventh Prince asked Ye Youlan to read it herself.