My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!-Chapter 91 - 83: Song Jiaren’s Tenderness [10,000 Words for Monthly Tickets!]_3

Mr. Xu glanced at the middle-aged man and shook his head, somewhat angrily saying, "You've become the dean and turned into a busy man, even abandoning the very scholarship you were once best at..."

Mr. Chen was even more blunt, "You should better stick to managing students at the academy, and not come here again next time."

Faced with the reproof from his mentors, the middle-aged man could only bow his head and offer a bitter smile.

He was merely curious, wanting to see for himself who these gentlemen had so highly praised.

He had seen the person, and also ended up unfairly receiving a scolding.

Qingfeng Academy was one of the Four Great Academies of Daxia, not just Chang'an. As the dean, he had too many matters to attend to; where would he find the time to delve into scholarship again?

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He had to deal with various academy affairs during the day, and there were numerous social gatherings in the evenings.

Could he turn down an invitation from a Ministry of Personnel official?

If he didn't go, how would he later help the academy's students who become Advanced Scholars seek satisfactory official positions when he visits the Ministry of Personnel?

When nobles from Chang'an visited, offering ten thousand taels of silver with the sole condition of having their offspring attend the academy, should he take the silver?

If he didn't, who would pay the salaries of the academy's scholars, buy the paints for the students' painting practice, or cover the maintenance costs for the Horse Field and the targets, relying on the scant appropriations from the court?

It still depended on his old face.

Of course, these were words he couldn't say in front of the gentlemen.

Inside the academy, some needed to focus entirely on their scholarship, but others had to handle matters beyond scholarship.

After seeing the four gentlemen and the dean of Qingfeng Academy off, Li Nuo continued his painting.

Color painting required much more effort than Ink Painting, especially since he was doing two pieces. He worried about running out of time, but fortunately, after completing the first piece, the second one was much quicker as he had a more practiced hand.

Even so, Li Nuo barely managed to finish the identical pair of paintings a moment before Han Zhuo's portrait dimmed.

Mumu came bounding in and upon seeing the paintings on the table, first showed a happy smile, then asked in confusion, "Brother Li Nuo, why did you make two?"

Li Nuo explained, "One of them is for Ning'er, otherwise she might feel upset again."

Looking at him, Mumu sighed and said, "Brother Li Nuo, you are really kind. Song Ning'er treats you so poorly, yet you still make beautiful paintings for her. Jiaren is truly lucky to be marrying you..."

The little girl had a knack for flattering, and as Li Nuo cleaned up his paints he said, "Pick one painting you like, and give the other one to Ning'er. Also, take that one over there to her as well."

Mumu's face lit up with joy again. Being able to choose first was great, Brother Li Nuo was always best to her.

Besides Jiaren, the best in the world.

Mumu carried the three paintings back to her room, which wasn't entirely hers as it was shared with Song Ning'er.

It wasn't that their home lacked rooms, but originally when she chose this one, Song Ning'er insisted on competing for it, ending up with them sharing it equally.

The two would quarrel during the day yet had to sleep in the same room at night.

When she entered the room and saw Song Ning'er sitting on the bed, she first put away her own painting, then handed Song Ning'er her paintings, saying, "These are painted by Brother Li Nuo for you. Despite how you treated him before, he has still been good to you. You should be more polite to him from now on, okay?"

Song Ning'er took the two paintings, looked at them and her face brightened, not as upset as before.

However, she wasn't very happy either.

Because she realized something.

Even if she and Mumu looked alike, ate alike, dressed alike, used the same things, Mumu had two things she did not.

Mumu could do backflips on the spot.

She could not.

Mumu had an extremely skilled elder sister who taught her Martial Path.

She did not.

That elder sister could use True Qi to shatter a brick from a distance, as powerful as Jiaren. If only that sister would teach her, perhaps she could catch up to Mumu...

The next morning, as soon as it was light, Song Ning'er got up early, finished her ablutions, skipped breakfast, and ran to a deserted courtyard.

She had arranged to meet that elder sister there that morning to give her an answer.

After closing the courtyard door, she walked into the yard and called softly, "Big sister, are you here?"

"Have you decided?"

A voice came from behind her, and Song Ning'er turned around to see the elder sister from the previous day, who had appeared behind her somehow.

She did not answer immediately, but first asked, "If I learn Martial Path from you, can I be better than Mumu?"

The woman leaning against the tree, wearing a veil, said, "She has been training since she was little, and has already developed her Inner Breath. Your Martial Path talents are similar; to catch up to her, you would need to put in twice as much effort. In that case, you could probably catch up to her in about five years..."

Song Ning'er was a bit disappointed, murmuring, "Ah, so long..."

The woman crossed her arms and looked at her, saying, "There is a faster way, though, but every shortcut comes with a cost..."

"What cost?" asked Song Ning'er.

The woman said, "The cost is that you might never be able to marry in your lifetime, and even if you did marry, you wouldn't be able to enjoy the joys of being a woman or a mother... Can you accept that?"

Song Ning'er breathed a sigh of relief. She thought it would be something big...

What's so good about marriage? Becoming a wife rocked in every day, just knowing how to apply cucumber slices on her face or dabbing some white and red powder on it.