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

As expected, the fighting power of middle-aged and elderly women is not to be underestimated, no matter what dynasty or timeline they live in.

When Madam Wang left, Jiang Xinyu's steps were unsteady, her head buzzing with the words "must not, must not, should not."

July was always composed. While helping her mistress into the house, she instructed the maid to quickly have the kitchen prepare a good meal to nourish her.

Their lady has suffered a lot in the past half day. Look at her face, she looks even more tired than when she hit the sandbag for two hours yesterday.

Jiang Xinyu shook her dazed head and let out a long breath.

"In July, go find me a copy of 'Admonitions for Women' so I can study it. My aunt said she'll test me on it later."

Memorize everything, whether useful or not, to avoid being nagged.

My God, why did I have to learn such a bizarre thing?

Which bored bastard wrote this?

If you're so idle, go lick a toilet bowl; if you're so fickle, go slap yourself. Writing this kind of pandering literature is fucking despicable.

He'd better pray he never runs into his mother, or she'll crush his balls.

After spending this time with my wife, I've come to understand what she meant.

He advised his wife not to say such things in public while marveling at her boldness.

He also took the opportunity to marvel at his master's good teeth and luck.

Only their chief eunuch could handle such an extraordinary woman as Madam.

September awkwardly reminded him,

"Madam, the author of the Precepts for Women was not a man. Although it has been revised in many versions, it was basically written by women."

The latest version in circulation is attributed to Princess Fuyang of the previous dynasty. Despite being from the previous dynasty, she is highly regarded in this dynasty due to her widespread reputation for virtue.

July chimed in, "Princess Fuyang, though of noble birth, is extremely filial to her mother-in-law, never relying on anyone else to serve her tea and meals."

She was humble and obedient to her husband, never abusing her power, and treated her illegitimate sons and daughters with gentleness and love.

Even the current Empress highly praises her, calling her a model for all women.

It's fine if you say it at home, but if it gets out, you'll definitely be criticized.

Jiang Xinyu smiled sarcastically, "As expected, without internal traitors, external devils cannot be attracted. The most hateful thing in the world is a traitor."

That so-called princess is shameless and wants to drag all women in the world down with her, using other people's interests to build her empty reputation. How can she be so shameless?

If I remember correctly, the imperial sons-in-law of the previous dynasty were not allowed to take concubines. She set this precedent and won praise from those scoundrels, but she brought great suffering to her sister and niece.

With such selfish and self-serving behavior, how can she be admired? If I were her father, I would slap her to death.

She only cares about making a name for herself and doesn't care about the royal family's reputation at all. Has she never seen a man before? Why is she so groveling?

If the man is devoted to her, then it's understandable that she would reciprocate.

She's still clinging to someone who already has a bunch of illegitimate children; what else is that but being shameless?

You two little girls, remember this: if someone treats me with respect, I will treat them with even greater respect. How can you repay kindness with evil?

July pondered these two sentences thoughtfully, while September was completely confused.

"Madam, I didn't understand."

Jiang Xinyu chuckled. "That means you should be good to whoever is good to you, that's the way to do it."

If someone treats you badly or has harmed you, and you still try to be nice to them, that's called being a masochist.

When you get married in the future, you must keep your eyes open. Not only should you choose the man, but you should also examine the character of your parents-in-law, brothers-in-law, and sisters-in-law.

While it's true that bad bamboo can produce good shoots, it's rare; the norm is that dragons beget dragons and phoenixes beget phoenixes.

Never marry a man whose parents-in-law are of bad character or whose family values ​​are improper, no matter how outstanding the man may seem.

Another point is not to blindly follow others; you should clearly know what kind of life you want.

Marriage is like shoes; only the wearer knows if they fit or are comfortable.

Those extravagantly luxurious shoes, adorned with pearls and gemstones, may look glamorous, but they could be hiding razor blades inside, making every step excruciatingly painful.

September playfully raised her hand, "This servant knows, many noble ladies are like this."

She appears glamorous and aloof in public, but at home, her husband dotes on his concubines and neglects his wife, never even giving her a kind look.

Jiang Xinyu nodded, "That's exactly what I mean. Life is for yourself, not for others to see."

A lifetime is only a few decades long, neither too long nor too short. It's not worth making yourself suffer for a little vanity.

In July, you are calm and composed. If you get married in the future, try to find a simple-minded man with average abilities.

With your intelligence, you'll surely be able to get by and, incidentally, keep him completely under control.

Even if he has some ulterior motives, as long as you hold onto the money and the child, no one can bully you.

September is lively, cute, and has a sweet tongue. If she marries in the future, she should choose a capable young man.

You're not fit to be the eldest sister-in-law. Just please your in-laws and husband and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

However, this means your destiny is no longer entirely in your own hands; you can only control your own heart.

If that man is devoted to you, then treat him as your husband, and you can enjoy a sweet and happy life together.

If that man has feelings for someone else, you don't need to make a fuss. Just treat him as a long-term worker who earns money for you.

If a man has wandering thoughts, you can't control him. Arguing and making a fuss will only make you angry. You might as well spend his money and make yourself more comfortable.

Of course, a man can share his money, but he can't. For his own and his child's benefit, he mustn't be soft-hearted.

Upon hearing the words "July" and "September," they immediately became serious, as if they were sharpening their knives, ready to wreak havoc.

Jiang Xinyu shook her head helplessly at their expressions.

"What are you thinking? You don't think I'm going to teach you how to abort your concubines or mistresses, do you?"

That's so stupid! Leaving a pile of poop in the house will inevitably attract flies, and you can't kill all the flies. You might as well get rid of that pile of poop quickly.

Never fight with women; if one mistress leaves, another will appear.

Instead of needlessly committing murder and persecuting innocent infants, we should address the problem at its root.

Sophora flavescens, ginseng, and Tripterygium wilfordii—there are many ways to sterilize a man; as long as he can't have children, he can sleep with whomever he wants.

"When your children grow up and are able to stand on their own, wouldn't it be better to just kill them and become an old feudal lord?"

The two girls looked at each other, and September swallowed hard, feeling guilty, and said...

"Madam, you know so much! But we dare not kill anyone. What if we get caught?"

Jiang Xinyu waved her hand dismissively, "Just do the work cleanly, it's not that easy to find out."

I'll write a book called "The Complete Guide to Killing Husbands" later, and I'll use it as dowry when you two get married.

"What's the use of all those rules and regulations for women? The most practical thing is what I've got in my bag."

"If you have such a good thing, why don't you give me a copy as well? I'd like to see how good my wife is at killing her husband."

The sudden sound startled the three people in the room, who then noticed the grim-faced Chief Supervisor standing at the door.

The two maids knelt down with a thud, only one thought flashing through their minds: if the madam is in trouble, they will probably suffer the consequences too.

Good heavens, what were they just discussing?

Kill her husband!

Isn't the wife's husband the same as the supervisor?

He's dead, he's really dead this time!