Something’s Wrong With My Wife

"Obviously, that eerie sight had scared the pee out of her."

Luo Qingzhou grumbled mentally.

He did not expect that this little girl would go along with his words and deceive him and even herself.

However, there was no need to say something so shameful.

The little girl probably had a guilty conscience, and she peed while she was in his arms. She thought that Luo Qingzhou noticed that, so she could only be thick-skinned and make an explanation to defend herself.

After taking a shower.

The two of them took their clothes and left.

After returning to the small courtyard, Xiao Die went to the kitchen to boil water and wash the dirty clothes.

Luo Qingzhou returned to his room and sat down in front of the window. He carefully observed the bronze mirror that he had brought back.

Just like in the lake.

The side of the mirror that was engraved with a sun portrayed a bright reflection of him.

As for the other side that had a moon engraved, his reflection looked very dark.

Regardless of whether it was in the dark, under the moonlight, or the light produced by an oil lamp, the effect was the same.

Luo Qingzhou found it very interesting.

However, after carefully observing for a long time, he could not find any clues.

"Perhaps the material used to make the mirror is special," he thought.

He did not want to waste too much time on this.

Luo Qingzhou casually placed the mirror on the desk.

He took out the ghost mask again.

After a brief hesitation, he decided not to throw it away. Instead, he put it in the drawer.

He took off his shoes, got into bed, and closed his eyes to cultivate.

Soon, he calmed down and entered a meditative state.

A warm current appeared in his abdomen and began to flow along the acupoints that appeared in his mind.

Time passed quietly.

After Xiao Die washed her clothes and tidied up the courtyard, she closed the door to the courtyard and walked in.

Luo Qingzhou opened his eyes and slowly exhaled. He stopped cultivating and lay down.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

Xiao Die walked to the bed and asked curiously.

Luo Qingzhou replied, "Thinking about something."

Xiao Die did not say anything else. She took off her shoes and socks, got onto the bed, and crawled under the blanket.

After a moment's hesitation, she blushed and pressed her foot against the side of his hand.

In any case, her body and heart belonged to Young Master. Young Master could do whatever he wanted.

She was willing.

Luo Qingzhou held her delicate feet and stroked them for a while before suddenly asking, "Xiao Die, what do you think of Miss Bai Ling?"

Xiao Die blushed as he toyed with her feet. Upon hearing his words, she was stunned for a moment before saying, "Bai Ling is a very good person. She's very friendly to everyone. Why is Young Master asking about her?"

Luo Qingzhou fell silent and stared at the curtain above his head in a daze.

After a while, he muttered, "I'd rather marry her instead of the First Young Miss."

When Xiao Die heard this, she was silent for a moment before sighing and saying gently, "Young Master, although Young Miss is cold to you and has never spoken, you have already married her. Besides, you two even consummated the marriage, so you shouldn't say such words."

"Consummation?"

Luo Qingzhou's eyes flashed in the darkness as he laughed self-deprecatingly. "We did consummate our marriage. We even slept together twice. However..."

"But what, Young Master?"

Xiao Die was puzzled.

"What? I just want to hug you to sleep. Are you unwilling?" Luo Qingzhou changed the topic.

"I... I'm willing..."

Xiao Die blushed and quickly got up. Then, she lowered her head and crawled over from under the blanket. She lay obediently in his arms and squinted her eyes contentedly.

Luo Qingzhou gently hugged her petite figure, and his heart instantly softened.

No matter what, he had a home now.

He could eat his fill and wear warm clothes. He had a roof over his head and did not have to live on the streets. He also had a cute little girl to sleep with him every night. He was much happier than he was in his previous life.

Of course, he was happier here than when he was in Chengguo Residence too.

So, what was there for him to be dissatisfied about?

If his bride did not like him, then he would just be himself. He simply had to pay his respects to her every day in accordance with the rules and then come back to the courtyard to live with Xiao Die. That was good enough.

There was no need to brood over this matter.

It was not worth it.

He would not let down those who loved him.

He would ignore those who did not love him.

This was pretty good.

He should have gotten over this long ago.

He did not want to be bothered about the identity of the woman who had consummated the marriage with him anymore.

Anyone was fine. All that mattered was that person was not a man.

Whether it was Qin Jianjia or she had gotten someone else to replace her, there was no need for him to waste time and energy on such matters.

In any case, he was not at a disadvantage.

After figuring this out, he felt much better.

He hugged Xiao Die and held her delicate hand. Her feminine fragrance gently wafted into his nose. He closed his eyes and decided to have a good rest tonight.

Tomorrow, he would continue cultivating!

Xiao Die's flushed face was pressed against his chest. She closed her eyes and waited shyly and nervously for a long time. When she heard Luo Qingzhou's even breathing, she sighed inwardly and felt a little disappointed.

"Young Master always says that I'm still small, but many girls are already married at my age."

"Young Master, could it be that you're not referring to my age, but..."

She quietly raised her hand and touched her chest.

"Bai Ling, Xia Chan, Qiu'er, Xiao Tao, and Young Miss... All of them have bigger chests than me. I knew it. Young Master despises me for having a small chest."

The little girl whimpered. She let her imagination run wild till the wee hours of the morning when she finally fell asleep.

It was late at night.

Suddenly, a cat meowed outside the window.

A black shadow swept over the courtyard wall and jumped onto the roof.

Then, it flashed and disappeared.

Moonlight shone into the room through the exquisitely carved window lattice. It fell to the ground and landed on the desk in front of the window.

The bronze mirror that Luo Qingzhou had casually placed on the table had the moon side of the mirror facing the moonlight.

The moonlight reflected in the mirror became dim.

Gradually, the entire mirror was covered by a thin layer of fog and became even more blurry.

The moonlight that fell on the mirror quivered.

Following that, the moonlight disintegrated. Numerous tiny sparkles—almost invisible to the naked eye—congregated in the mirror.

The night quietly passed.

In the blink of an eye, the night was over.

At dawn, the moon retreated behind the clouds.

An ink-black droplet lay on top of the mirror.

The morning sun rose.

A sparrow chirped outside the window.

When Luo Qingzhou woke up, the person in his arms was already gone.

The sound of Xiao Die sweeping the floor and chasing away sparrows came from the small courtyard.

Luo Qingzhou continued lazing in bed for a while longer before getting out of bed.

Xiao Die brought hot water and helped him wash up, then went to the kitchen to bring breakfast.

After breakfast.

Xiao Die left the house and went to look for Qiu'er and Xiao Tao to continue learning from them.

Luo Qingzhou returned to his room and sat down at his desk, preparing to read for a while.

As soon as he sat down, he saw the ink-like liquid on the mirror.

He was puzzled.

After he brought back this bronze mirror yesterday, he did not grind the ink slab or practice calligraphy.

So where did this drop of ink come from?

He reached out his index finger and dipped it into the droplet. Just as he was about to take a closer look at it, the ink suddenly seemed alive. It instantly entered his finger through his pores and disappeared!

Luo Qingzhou was taken aback. This was no trifling matter!