The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

Censorate.

Big house, main courtyard.

The first snow fell, the weather became colder, and the New Year was getting closer.

In the accounting office, Xie An Ning was slowly flipping through the account book, fiddling with the jade abacus beside him with his slender fingers from time to time, with a focused and serious expression.

Compared to her emaciated and haggard appearance some time ago, she now looks like a hibiscus that has been injected with vitality, blooming again from the brink of withering.

This was the scene Wang Shaofu saw when he entered.

He was tall and slender, wearing a dark blue cloak and a jade crown to tie his hair. He walked out from the cold wind, with an extremely imposing aura.

When he saw the woman fiddling with an abacus inside, a ripple appeared in his calm eyes.

Since that day in the study, the concubines in Jingshuyuan have been dismissed and the backyard has become quiet.

These days, no matter how busy he is, he will go back to the main courtyard to rest, rain or shine.

The couple slept in the same bed, saw each other day and night, as if everything had returned to the way it was before.

But Wang Shaofu was so perceptive that he could feel his wife's coldness towards him.

In fact, it wasn't intentional coldness.

Xie Anning has indeed changed a lot, not just in appearance, but from the inside out, his entire spirit, energy and soul have been rejuvenated.

Even the way I treat people and handle things is no longer the same as before.

In the past, facing the quarrels between her mother-in-law and the implicit pressure from her sisters-in-law, she was always tolerant and patient for the sake of her reputation, her daughter, and not to make things difficult for her husband. She was unwilling to confront them.

But now, as if she had understood something, she refused to give in at all.

Out of ten times, she reluctantly went two or three times when summoned by Old Lady Wang.

When she got there, she just cared about making herself comfortable, and ignored her mother-in-law's orders and requests to serve tea and water, or to prepare meals.

He would spit out a few words from time to time, which almost made Madam Wang sick with anger.

The two sisters-in-law naturally stood on the side of their mother-in-law, and accused her, the eldest sister-in-law, of behaving excessively and being disrespectful to her elders.

Xie Anning pretended not to hear.

Every time she went to the main courtyard, she would go in with a smile on her face, and after an hour or so, she would come out with a smile on her face.

It is no longer as soft and flexible as before.

It's like a newly sharpened weapon, unscrupulous and sharp.

How could Old Lady Wang tolerate this? She threatened to punish her several times.

But after all, she is the eldest daughter-in-law of the Wang family and a fourth-rank lady, so no one can punish her corporally.

It's nothing more than copying family rules, Buddhist scriptures and the like. More severe ones require kneeling in the Buddhist temple.

As for the latter, Xie Anning turned a deaf ear.

As for the former, Xie Anning...also turned a deaf ear.

Aren’t the things that most women fear the most losing their husband’s favor, affecting their children’s future, and being divorced and sent home?

Anyway, she doesn't care about anything anymore.

She doesn't care about her mother-in-law's pleasure.

She was too lazy to maintain her reputation for virtue.

As long as the Wang family can afford to lose face and spread the news of her disrespect for her mother-in-law, she will accept it.

Since she became so carefree, her mood has been getting better and better, and her complexion is radiant and radiant.

At this moment, I was in such a good mood that I was checking the accounts with great patience.

She didn't even notice her husband coming in.

However, Peirong and her two personal maids bowed hurriedly when they saw the male host.

Xie Anning paused in fiddling with the beads, and quickly continued without even raising his head.

Wang Shaofu, who had just come from the main courtyard and experienced his mother's harsh words, felt helpless.

He took off his cloak and handed it to the followers behind him, then raised his hand gently, signaling them to leave.

The door closed gently behind him and he walked towards the desk.

He waited patiently for a while, until the coldness in his body disappeared. His wife's attention was still on the account book, and she never looked at him directly. Wang Shaofu could not help it.

He knocked on the table and said, "You can ask someone below to help look at the accounts. Just keep an eye on them."

Hearing this, Xie An Ning didn't even raise his head, just nodded lightly, but turned another page of the account book in his hand, with no intention of stopping at all.

Until her hand fiddling with the beads was grabbed, she twitched, but when he didn't let go, she frowned and raised her head slightly, saying, "What are you doing?"

The couple's eyes met in the air, neither of them giving in.

There was a clear coldness in her eyes. Wang Shaofu stared at her for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward and asked, "An Ning, do you really have to be like this?"

When he leaned over, Xie Anning wanted to get up, but he supported his arms on the armrests on both sides of the soft chair, trapping her inside.

This posture brought the two of them very close, their auras entangled with each other. Unable to avoid it, Xie An Ning pursed her lips and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I say, do you have to be so cold to me?"

"Those concubines have been dismissed, and the house on Suzaku Street has been renovated. As long as you give us a nod, our family of three can move in anytime."

"An Ning," Wang Shaofu lowered his eyes, staring at the woman without blinking, and spoke with difficulty, "Are you going to keep treating me coldly and being in a stalemate with me forever?"

"No," Xie An Ning said calmly, "It's just that the New Year is approaching, and there are too many accounts to check every day. I'm very busy and lack energy, so I neglected the master..."

"No, Master," a suddenly louder voice interrupted her.

Wang Shaofu said, "You and I are not yet that old."

Xie Anning: “…”

She was silent for a while, then under his compelling gaze, she said, "Bo Jin."

Bojin, his courtesy name.

It was given to him by the elders of the clan in the year he came of age.

She wrote these two words on paper over and over again.

There were times when we were embracing each other, either coquettishly or sobbing, when we uttered these two words in an incoherent voice.

Thinking about the sweet and loving past, Wang Shaofu felt that his chest, which had been ravaged by the cold wind, seemed to have eased a little.

"Don't be so cold and quiet to me..."

He had known her at her most passionate side firsthand.

She's the best I've ever had.

I also know what it looks like when she loves someone wholeheartedly.

And now...

Wang Shaofu closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Those things...I promise they won't happen again, okay?"

Xie Anning didn't even hesitate and nodded gently, "Okay."

Before Wang Shaofu could be happy after she finished speaking, she put her hand on his heart and pushed it.

"Please let me go for a moment. If you have anything to say, please come back later. I still have two pages of accounts to check."

…………

A sudden feeling of powerlessness came over me. If I were someone with an impatient temperament, I wouldn’t know what to do.

But Wang Shaofu's skill in cultivating his Qi was indeed quite good. He took a deep breath, stepped aside as instructed, and let her check the accounts carefully.

Yes, the cracks already exist, and repairing them will take time.

This is a truth that everyone understands.

He will try hard to make her forget the past.

The crisp sound of beads colliding rang out again.

Pleasant and pleasant to the ear.

The fingertips that fiddle with the beads are as tender as scallions, slender and long.

Wang Shaofu lowered his eyes and looked for a while, then suddenly grasped the ink stick.

The dignified Shangshu diligently served his wife with writing materials.