All Chapters of Daily Dossier: Secrets of a Lazy Husband: Chapter 91
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While Caelum was enjoying a peaceful and undisturbed slumber within his private chambers at the Residential Villa, savoring the profound tranquility that precedes a grand storm of social engagements, his older brother, Sylvan, was enduring an entirely different and far more jarring experience. It was not the kind of beginning any man would wish for when facing a day as pivotal as the wedding of the young and celebrated scholar, Alaric.The first rays of dawn had not yet dared to pierce the horizon when Sylvia, Sylvan’s personal maid, burst into his room with a sense of duty that bordered on the militant. She did not bother with soft whispers or gentle nudges. Instead, without a single shred of mercy, she took a heavy towel that had been soaking in a basin of ice-cold water until it was saturated to its very core, and slammed it directly onto Sylvan’s face.Sylvan jolted upright as if struck by a sudden bolt of lightning, his breath hitching in his throat as the shock of the cold seize
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Before Caelum had even reached the threshold of Silk Robe Alley, the sheer magnitude of the wedding of the Wei Dynasty’s Third Rank Scholar began to weigh upon the very air of the city. Starting from the bustling Kangning Street, the entire northern sector of the Shuzhou provincial capital was transformed into a vibrant theater of celebration. The rhythmic thundering of gongs and drums echoed through the narrow corridors of the city, punctuated by the sharp, staccato explosions of firecrackers that left a hazy, celebratory mist hanging over the cobblestones.Every storefront and residence along the route was draped in festive lanterns and colorful ribbons, each adorned with the crimson character for "Double Happiness." Young men and women of high standing, dressed in flowing red robes and elegant skirts, moved through the crowds with radiant smiles, distributing candies, traditional cakes, and small tokens of good fortune to every passerby."The wedding of the Third Rank Scholar, Alar
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Alaric, resplendent in his emerald-green official robes and traditional black gauze hat, completed the triple-bow ceremony with a respectful and humble grace alongside Yoni, who remained veiled beneath a heavy crimson silk shroud. As the final bow concluded, they were immediately surrounded and whisked away by a flock of bridesmaids and elderly attendants toward the bridal chamber. There, the more intimate rituals—the lifting of the veil, the sharing of the ceremonial wine, and the traditional binding of the hair—would take place, far from the prying eyes of the assembled guests.Caelum stood on the outer periphery of the main hall with Butterfly, watching the retreating figures with a complex mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. After all the political maneuvering and the subtle plays for influence, he felt a certain personal investment in this union. "May they truly grow old together in harmony," he thought to himself. However, he quickly added a cynical mental footnote: if they
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The subtle sheen of the indoor lighting cast long, flickering shadows against the heavy wooden beams, which were already festooned with vibrant red lanterns for the celebration. Upon those beams, the characters written by Caelum seemed to float with an ethereal, effortless grace, their ink shimmering as if alive. Within mere moments, a dense crowd of wedding guests had swarmed behind Master Arthur, their necks straining to catch a glimpse of the scroll.Among the onlookers were those who had witnessed Caelum’s unorthodox semi-cursive script during the Lord Xiao’s birthday banquet, and those who had only heard whispers of its transformative beauty but had never seen it with their own eyes. Even the handful of students who had previously harbored petty grievances against Caelum were leaning in, though their lower social standing kept them relegated to the back of the room, unable to claim a vantage point near the front."This script... it is so fluid, so unrestrained," one elderly schol
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As the hour approached eight in the evening, the heavy iron-bound wheels of the carriage finally rolled into the main courtyard of the Xiao estate. Caelum stepped down, followed closely by Butterfly, their figures illuminated by the flickering lanterns that lined the walkway. Leo, the driver, remained seated for a moment, his gaze lingering on Caelum with an expression that sat somewhere between professional detachment and calculated curiosity."Master, will you be heading to the pharmacy tomorrow morning?" Leo asked, his voice carrying a subtle, rhythmic undertone. "If so, I shall have the horses prepped and ready before dawn."Caelum didn't turn back, merely offering a casual wave of his hand as he guided Butterfly toward the inner corridor leading to the Lotus Spring Garden. "No need to rush, Leo. I have matters to attend to here first."Leo watched Caelum’s retreating back, a furrow developing in his brow. He found the young man’s behavior increasingly baffling. Only yesterday, Ca
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Ten days had slipped by since the grand wedding of Alaric and Yoni had captivated the city of Silverstream. The transition from late spring to high summer had been abrupt and unforgiving. The sun hung in the sky like a molten copper coin, beating down with a ferocity that threatened to crack the parched earth. Along the bustling docks of the Redwater River, the stevedores and trackers worked with their shirts stripped off, their skin glistening with sweat and turning a raw, angry red under the relentless glare.The local government offices, which had only recently been frantic with preparations for potential flooding, had performed a sudden and desperate pivot. Instead of bracing for rising waters, they were now mobilizing labor to dig irrigation trenches and divert streams, hoping to stave off a catastrophic drought before the summer harvest could be ruined. In the military outposts surrounding the city—the Iron Wall, Pale Wolf, and Black Armor garrisons—the soldiers had been ordered
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Evangeline stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the swaying lotus leaves in the pond, but her mind was a chaotic storm of ledgers and declining figures. She couldn't quite put her finger on what "it" was—that elusive solution that could save the Xiao family from its current predicament. Or perhaps, she knew exactly what needed to be done but lacked the heart or the means to execute it. Deep down, she knew that the failing business of the family pharmacy was not truly Caelum’s fault. Even if Victor had remained as the head manager, or if they had hired the most cunning merchant in the province, the outcome would likely have been the same. Caelum, for his part, was acutely aware of this reality. Long before he had decided to take his "rest" and retreat into the relative obscurity of the garden, he had analyzed the battlefield of the Silverstream medical trade. In terms of pure medical efficacy and reputation, the newly established Linlan Pavilion was leagues ahead of the Xiao family
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After listening to Caelum’s detailed instructions, Victor struck his chest with a heavy thud of his fist, his face a mask of absolute loyalty. "My Lord, I swear upon my honor that I will handle this matter perfectly," he promised, his voice thick with conviction. Caelum gave a slow, measured nod and gestured for the man to sit. The air in the private upper office of Alpha Hall was cool, a stark contrast to the shimmering heat waves visible through the lattice windows. "Tell me," Caelum asked, his voice low and steady, "what is the current state of our operations here at the Hall?". Victor leaned in, a wide, genuine grin spreading across his weathered face. "The strategy you laid out, sir... it’s working better than anyone could have dreamed. Every pharmacy in the Silverstream district that signed a contract with us is seeing a massive influx of patients. From the moment we opened our doors just half a month ago, our total
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The attainment of the absolute pinnacle of the Medical Path had bestowed upon Caelum a vision that transcended the mere physical limitations of the human eye: the legendary technique known as Vitality Perception. Though he stood only at the threshold of mastering this divine insight, the world had fundamentally shifted in his gaze. He could now pierce through the layers of silk, flesh, and bone to witness the flickering embers of a person's life force. He saw the sluggish flow of blood, the hidden blockages in vital meridians, and the silent rot of latent illnesses long before a single cough or fever blister manifested on the skin. By synthesizing this spiritual clarity with the traditional four pillars of diagnosis—observation, olfaction, interrogation, and pulse-taking—Caelum’s ability to decipher the mysteries of the human body had reached a level of terrifying, god-like precision.To any ordinary physician or a casual bystander in the bustling East Market, the gaunt, monkey-faced
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The relentless hum of the East Market began to soften as the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the stone facades in a warm, amber glow. Caelum remained seated on his modest wooden stool, a silent sentinel amidst the ebbing tide of commerce and desperation. He had spent the entire afternoon observing the Linlan Pavilion, and he had to admit—grudgingly—that their success was not merely built on aggressive expansion and political maneuvering. They possessed a genuine, formidable competence. Hundreds of souls had crossed their threshold since noon, including many whose ailments were deep-rooted and severe. Caelum watched with his Vitality Perception active, noting how patients who entered with hunched backs and ashen faces emerged moments later with a noticeable lightness in their step. Whether it was the immediate relief provided by a precisely brewed herbal decoction or the swift realignment of their life force through acupuncture, the results were undeniable. The physicians statio