A lazy bum transmigrates and marries a eunuch – it's awesome!

Jiang Xinyu was just impulsive; it was just a matter of a little more dirt on the street. I don't know how she came up with such a wild idea about choosing sides in the struggle for the throne.

Moreover, once the idea popped into his head, he couldn't shake it off. After returning from Madam Wang's place, he plunged into his room and began writing furiously.

When Xiao Yuan returned to the manor and heard that his wife had stayed in her room since entering, he assumed she hadn't had a good time shopping, so he specially brought over his newly acquired Seven Treasures Glazed Lamp to curry favor with her.

Unexpectedly, I saw a little tabby cat as soon as I entered the house.

His wife was still his beautiful wife, only her face and hands were covered in ink.

Looking at the large stack of papers on the table, Supervisor Xiao frowned, put down the lamp, put his arm around his wife's waist, and chuckled softly.

"What are you writing so intently? Why are you suddenly practicing calligraphy?"

As he spoke, Xiao Yuan casually picked up a manuscript of poems and immediately recognized at a glance that the poem was a masterpiece of literary talent.

Before he could even offer his praise, he saw that the sheet his wife was writing had been finished. Xiao Yuan's smile froze on his face, and the ink marks felt like sharp blades piercing his skin.

Princes and nobles follow in their footsteps, while Green Pearl sheds tears that wet her silk handkerchief.

Once you enter the gates of a prestigious institution, it's like entering a deep, uncharted sea; from then on, your beloved is just a stranger.

Why would a woman write such a sorrowful poem when she had someone she loved but was forced to marry into a wealthy family?

The lady said she liked me, so why does she still have someone else in her heart? Who is that Xiao Lang?

Was the lady plotting to marry me because she couldn't marry Xiao Lang?

Why me? Because my surname sounds the same as his.

Or... because I am disabled, are you trying to tell that Xiao Lang that you are keeping your chastity for him by marrying a eunuch?

Then what about our close friendship these past few days?

I didn't intend to fall for him; it was you who dragged him into the vortex of lust.

I'm trapped, I can't escape, I'm addicted. So what does this poem mean now?

Have you had enough fun?

Are you trying to confront me and find your... real Xiao Lang?

Xiao Yuan's grip on the paper tightened, his face paled, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

It must be said that Jiang Xinyu's training did have some effect; if it were a few days ago, Chief Supervisor Xiao would probably have smashed the table.

Unfortunately, his inferiority complex and tendency to overthink things couldn't be changed anytime soon. His biggest improvement was suppressing his anger and asking who Xiao Lang was.

Jiang Xinyu was engrossed in writing when she heard his vehement question, and casually replied,

"Xiao Lang? What Xiao Lang? You don't mean you want me to call you Xiao Lang, do you?"

"No, that's too cheesy."

As Jiang Xinyu was speaking, she looked up and saw Xiao Yuan with bloodshot eyes and a sorrowful expression, looking like a young wife who had been seduced and abandoned.

"What the heck are you up to now?"

I just wanted to finish memorizing the poem before talking to you, why are you getting so worked up?

"Sweetie, I'm not writing anymore, I'll give you a kiss, honey!"

After Jiang Xinyu finished speaking, she put down her pen and hugged Xiao Yuan's arm, only to see that he was clutching a crumpled manuscript of poetry in his hand.

Damn it, now I know what kind of trouble this guy is up to this time.

Jiang Xinyu rolled her eyes helplessly, "I wrote more than a hundred drafts of poems, why did you have to choose this one?"

You don't think I wrote this, do you?

"I'm sorry, my husband, you overestimate me. Your wife is practically illiterate."

Xiao Yuan felt a little relieved seeing his wife's carefree and unashamed demeanor. Could it be that he had really misunderstood?

Jiang Xinyu was furious at his attitude, so she grabbed a poem and slammed it on the table.

"Come on, read this aloud carefully. This poem is in memory of my deceased husband. I've already written it, so why don't you go and die?"

Then he took out another piece, "Look at this one, it's about the scenery of the northern frontier. I've lived this long and I've never even left Beijing. Could it be that I wrote it too?"

What right do I have to imagine things out of thin air?

I don't know what you're thinking about all day. When you handle cases, you don't even look at the evidence, you just guess!"

Feeling somewhat aggrieved after being rebuked, Xiao Yuan murmured...

"Then...then why did you copy this kind of poem? I thought..."

"You think, you think, you think you're a great immortal who can make your words come true?"

You think you can doubt me?

I've said so much to you, but you've ignored it all, haven't you?

What's the long beak for?

"Why don't you ask if you have something to say?"

Xiao Yuan carefully pinched the lady's sleeve with two fingers and shook it.

“I just asked.”

Jiang Xinyu disdainfully flung her sleeves aside, "You did ask, but before you asked, you even thought about how many pieces Xiao Lang would cut, right?"

Why didn't you ask when you just finished watching it? Why did you have to imagine a bunch of random things and sulk like that?

Stop using your inferiority complex as an excuse; ultimately, it's because you don't trust me.

Do you know how hurtful this distrust is? If someone were narrow-minded, they would have hanged themselves by now to prove their innocence.

Get off me, stop pulling and tugging.

Jiang Xinyu finished speaking and started to walk out. Xiao Yuan quickly grabbed her and hugged her tightly.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Don't go, you can be angry and hit me or scold me."

I don't distrust you, it's just that happiness came too suddenly and I'm always feeling anxious and insecure.

I will change. I can change anything as long as you don't leave me.

"Change what? I don't think you'll ever be able to change this habit of overthinking in your lifetime."

Jiang Xinyu pinched Xiao Yuan helplessly.

"Why are you hugging me? Can't you smell the sweet and sour pork ribs that have been put out in the outside?"

We also have braised pork knuckle with rock sugar today; it won't taste good when it gets cold!

Xiao Yuan's sorrowful emotions instantly choked him up. He awkwardly let go of his hand and watched as his wife ran out to the outer room like a gust of wind.

When he got there, the other person was already eating a big pork knuckle.

It seems he does tend to overthink.

Despite Jiang Xinyu's fierce scolding, she wasn't actually angry.

This bastard is at least at least asking before he immediately threatened to kill me; that's an improvement from before. We'll teach him a lesson slowly.

Eating should not be delayed in order to educate men; this is a matter of principle.

Xiao Yuan was incredibly grateful that his wife was a little foodie; he was able to pass this test today entirely thanks to the sweet and sour pork ribs and the braised pork knuckle with rock sugar.

A well-fed beast is usually easier to talk to, so Jiang Xinyu didn't bother arguing with him and picked up the stack of poems to get straight to the point.

She didn't have the time to read through all the poetry collections on the market, so she didn't know whether these poems had actually been written by someone before.

She simply tried to memorize as many songs as possible; as for which songs to use and how to use them, that was up to Xiao Yuan.

Supervisor Xiao's academic performance at the Inner Academy has always been excellent; a quick glance reveals that the poems there are exquisite and include many timeless masterpieces.

But the fact that he had never heard of such a good poem made him suspicious.

This time he learned his lesson and spoke his mind directly, obediently waiting for his wife to answer his questions.

Jiang Xinyu glared at him playfully, "That's more like it. Listen up."

After my mother passed away, she became an immortal. Knowing that I was illiterate, she specially plagiarized many famous works from her poet friend for me so that I could show off in the future... cough cough, to pretend to be a talented woman.

I don't like to show off, so I'm just quietly seeing if you can use it.

Do you believe it?

"If you don't believe me, I'll make up another one for you."

Xiao Yuan covered his face, both amused and exasperated. "Why don't you make up another one, Madam? I feel like it would be stupid of me to believe this story."

"Tch, believe it or not,"

Jiang Xinyu acted as if she were completely unfazed.

"Just pretend I dreamt about it."

Go back and search through the poetry collections on the market to see if there are any duplicates. If not, you can make good use of these poems.

For example, this poem, "When my flowers bloom, all other flowers wither," isn't that domineering enough?

If the Second Prince were to recite this poem in public while drunk, do you think the old emperor would reward this ambitious son handsomely?

And this poem, "The homeland is unbearable to recall under the bright moon."

Zhang Zhongyi's family had served as officials for generations in the previous dynasty and were highly regarded. If the emperor were to frame him, would it make him think that he was loyal to his former master?

Such eloquent poetry is beyond the reach of most people; framing him would be foolproof.

Jiang Xinyu spoke with great enthusiasm, as if she could already see that old scoundrel in prison, dressed in a prison uniform. She didn't even notice that Xiao Yuan's gaze towards her had become very strange.