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

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

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

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

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