All Chapters of Daily Dossier: Secrets of a Lazy Husband: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
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The Great Wei Dynasty, Anhe 21st year, Shu Prefecture.Spring was in full bloom, and the sky was a vast, cloudless blue.In a quiet courtyard deep within the estate of Marquis Dingyuan, a rhythmic counting could be heard coming from one of the houses."...Twenty, twenty-one...""Fifty-two," I interjected calmly."...Fifty-three, fifty-four... one hundred!""Young Master, you've actually copied the family rules a hundred times in just fifteen days!" Luna looked at me with wide eyes, her face full of admiration.I looked at her, suppressing a laugh. She hadn't even noticed that my count was completely off and the papers were insufficient. "Why don't you count them again just to be sure?" I suggested playfully."Yes, yes! I'm the best at counting," Luna chirped. "Even Miss Celeste praised me, saying she'd let me help with the manor's accounts in the future."I looked at her earnest face and thought to myself: *Those accounts are going to be a nightmare to balance.* Still, seeing her so f
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What's the price of testing one's talents? The number of guards outside the room increased from two to four. Inside, Luna was also there to keep watch, euphemistically called "keeping an eye on him." She truly understood the meaning of "keeping an eye on him."However, Caelum didn't say a single "no." On the contrary, he raised both hands in welcome. After all, being confined alone is like being banished to the cold palace, while two people are like huddling together for warmth. If there were still four guards, it meant that the Xiao family valued him highly and was protecting him. Just kidding, he couldn't even beat one guard, so why would he need four?At this moment, Luna rummaged through the bedding, lifted the table leg, and asked suspiciously, "Young master, where did you hide that rebellious poem?"A rebellious poem? As expected of you, Luna, a master of close-up surveillance. In the early Qing Dynasty, during the reigns of Kangxi and Qianlong, this kind of poem could have resu
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Generally speaking, Celeste is remarkably beautiful.Although Luna remained tight-lipped and didn't provide a direct answer, her exact words were: "Luna thinks the Second Miss is very, very beautiful... really, really beautiful."However, Caelum had already discerned the truth from her stammering and darting eyes—Madam Celeste was a rare beauty! Yet, perhaps her beauty was slightly different from the conventional understanding of the term?Caelum thought to himself that as long as she wasn't a female version of Zhang Fei, he was willing to trade all his potential power and fame for it. After all, a live-in son-in-law in the Great Wei Dynasty was barred from taking imperial examinations or becoming a high-ranking official; thus, power and fame were useless to him. He might as well exchange them for something more practical.Furthermore, Caelum had no desire to be an official or compete for fame and fortune. Besides disliking the mental and physical strain of political intrigue, he simp
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Five days later.Caelum leaned against the window, his eyes fixed on the west gate of Chunhe Garden—the end of the long corridor leading to Jiaxing Garden.Ever since Luna brought him the "good news" about the eldest daughter of the Xiao family, he had been incredibly excited, finishing copying the remaining two hundred family rules in just five days. No, "copy" wasn't the right word; it should be "memorize." The entire set of one hundred characters could be recited backwards with his eyes closed."First, be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, even unto death on the battlefield; second, all male members of the clan must enter the martial arts training ground upon reaching the age of six..."The family rules of the Marquis's family were often strict, emphasizing loyalty to the emperor, martial arts training, or bringing glory to the family. He seemed both enigmatic and impressive. His thoughts were a jumbled mess.Caelum still couldn't calm down. He hadn't left the house for fi
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After lunch,Caelum moved a reclining chair over and had Luna prepare a tea set. He sat in the pavilion, sipping tea and enjoying the gentle breeze. The early summer sun wasn't glaring, and the soft breeze made him feel incredibly comfortable."Mountains, water, flowers, grass, beautiful scenery, and tea—this is life!"Caelum thought, a smile appearing on his face.Even Luna couldn't help but glance at his carefree, sunny profile. In her eyes, her Master was exceptionally handsome—a pure white scholar's robe, long black hair tied up to his waist, two strands framing his face, which accentuated his refined features, giving him an elegant and gentle air. In short, he was very special, unlike any other talented scholars she had ever met. Perhaps this was the "learned scholar" Miss Wan had mentioned."Young Master, Miss just said that your martial arts instructor will be arriving this afternoon."Caelum said without turning his head, "So soon?"At that moment, he was staring at a grove of
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POV: CaelumI stole a quick glance at the flickering blue panel before pulling my focus back. There was no room for distraction; I had to follow Wang Lixing’s rhythm in the Great Spear Stance. With every deliberate breath, I felt a surging heat radiating from my limbs, pounding against my flesh and bones like the rhythmic strikes of a blacksmith’s hammer. A faint, residual warmth began to pool in my meridians—so subtle that it would have been impossible to detect without the absolute stillness of my mind.Wang Lixing watched me like a hawk. Only when he saw the beads of sweat forming on my brow and my muscles beginning to tremble did he let out a silent sigh of relief. The initiation had succeeded. What he didn't tell me, however, were the harsh truths of this world’s martial path. First, martial arts aren't for everyone; even the simplest stance training can be impossible for those with poor aptitude or "special" constitutions. Luckily, my current state perfectly matched the requirem
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POV: CaelumNo matter how careful you are, no matter how light your steps, eventually, eyes will find you. And so, I was caught.I threw my hands up immediately, terrified that the cold glint of that blade would leave a permanent mark on me. "Don't! Don't do anything rash!" I blurted out.Xiao Wan’er turned toward me at the sound of my voice. She seemed to recognize me instantly, taking a few steps closer. "Huaitang, sheath your sword. This is Celeste’s husband.""Yes, Eldest Miss," the woman named Huaitang replied. She withdrew her long blade in a flash, but she remained standing directly behind me. I had the distinct feeling she was just waiting for me to twitch so she could run me through.I felt a wave of relief, but then I looked directly at Xiao Wan’er, and my heart skipped a beat. In my previous life, I’d seen my fair share of beauty, but any woman standing next to Wan’er would be reduced to nothing more than 'common dust.'How could I even describe her? Her face, shaped like a
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POV: CaelumThe silence of the study was absolute, a stark contrast to the swirling storm of inspiration that had just surged through Caelum’s veins. He stood before the desk, his hand finally releasing the brush as the last stroke of ink settled into the fibers of the precious "Pine-Cloud" paper. It was as if he had just emerged from a deep trance, his awareness returning to the cold air of the Wei Dynasty night. He gazed down at his creation, and for a moment, he couldn't believe his own eyes. The characters were not mere ink on paper; they possessed a rhythmic vitality, a structural elegance that seemed to vibrate with a life of its own. Some strokes were heavy and authoritative, like the stamp of a general’s seal, while others were as light and ethereal as a trailing mist over a mountain peak."So, this is the true meaning of 'Minor Achievement' in the Dao of Ink," Caelum whispered to himself, his voice thick with awe. He realized then that calligraphy in this world was far more th
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The days that followed in the heart of the Wei Dynasty were marked by a subtle game of shadows and deception. Caelum, the modern soul trapped in the body of a supposedly frail scholar, continued his daily ritual of evasion. Every morning, long before the sun had even considered gracing the horizon, he would meet Victor the guard with a new, carefully crafted excuse. One day it was a lingering chill in his bones; the next, it was a sudden bout of melancholia or a mysterious ache in his chest. He played the part of the unmotivated, weak-willed son-in-law to perfection.It didn't take long for a man as seasoned and straightforward as Victor to see through the facade—or so he thought. To Victor, Caelum wasn't just a scholar; he was a man who lacked the fundamental spirit of a warrior. The guard began to look upon the son-in-law of the Xiao family with a mixture of pity and professional disdain. "This man has no heart for the path of martial arts," Victor concluded. Eventually, feeling that
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At this very moment, thousands of miles away from Shu City, within the formidable military outpost of the Black Armor Garrison, the resonant, mournful wail of a war horn sliced through the morning mist of the Wei Dynasty. It was not merely a call to arms, but a piercing cry that shattered the silence of the wilderness. Twenty thousand soldiers, clad in crimson scale armor and wielding massive horse-chopping sabers, were organized into precise squares of five hundred men each. They moved as a single entity, their formations shifting with a clockwork efficiency that made the very ground beneath them shudder, their synchronized battle cries rising to fill the air with a heart-shaking majesty.The air was thick with the scent of iron and sweat. These soldiers, broad-shouldered and grim-faced, swung their six-foot-long blades with such ferocity that the whistling wind of their strikes sounded like the growling of enraged tigers. Above them, on a high wooden command platform, three crimson