Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool-Chapter 84 - 76: Our Son-in-law Has Made Changliang a Lord Official
Su Liyan sat on her man’s lap, nestled in his embrace.
After blinking and thinking for a moment, she suddenly said in a sweet voice,
"Oh, and there’s an ’earth’ character right here, too!"
Lu Yuan chuckled, rubbing his wife’s forehead.
"Clever girl.
Now, get back to writing."
Su Liyan savored her husband’s touch. Once he was done, she leaned back over the table and continued to write.
The letter Su Liyan was writing was for her family.
It was to tell Su Changliang to get ready to come to the city the day after tomorrow.
When the time came, they would take him to the Government Office to check in.
Once it was finished, they would have someone deliver it to Changliu Village.
’As for why they didn’t just send a verbal message, since someone was going to Changliu Village anyway...’
’Well, wasn’t it to show off to his mother-in-law and father-in-law?’
’To show them just how clever his wife was?’
’She had only been learning from him for a few days.’
’And he hadn’t even been teaching her properly lately, just holding her in bed at night and going over a few things.’
’But even with just that, she could already write a letter!’
Meanwhile, Zhao Qiao’Er and Song Meiqin watched this beautiful scene from the side, their faces filled with admiration.
The sight seemed to touch the softest spot in their hearts.
’So lovely.’
"Aunt Song, so I’ll have Liyan’s brother come the day after tomorrow?
And then he’ll report for duty the day after that?"
After watching his wife write for a moment, Lu Yuan turned to Song Meiqin.
Song Meiqin immediately nodded and replied in a gentle voice,
"Of course.
Anytime is fine. Tomorrow, we can go to the Government Office and let the old master there know."
Lu Yuan nodded. The matter was settled.
Lu Yuan didn’t doubt Song Meiqin’s words in the slightest.
’After all, for a person of her stature, arranging a post as an Official for Su Changliang would be a simple task, wouldn’t it?’
Then, Lu Yuan thought of something else and immediately looked at Song Meiqin again.
"By the way, Aunt Song.
When you go to speak with them...
Or better yet, don’t go yourself. Have someone else do it.
The point is, don’t let anyone know that Su Changliang has a connection to you."
Hearing this, Song Meiqin looked utterly confused.
"Why not?
They *should* know.
Tomorrow, when we go to the Government Office, we’ll tell them outright.
That Liyan’s brother is one of us. If anyone dares to bully our family in the future, we’ll skin them alive!"
Lu Yuan was left speechless, completely exasperated.
Song Meiqin, having just spoken, was about to say more.
But when she saw the look on Lu Yuan’s face, she realized she had likely said the wrong thing again.
’But thinking it over,’ Song Meiqin thought, ’I... don’t think I said anything wrong...’
’So how... how did I manage to displease him again?’
For a moment, Song Meiqin looked hurt.
"Did... Did Auntie say something wrong?"
The first person to react to Song Meiqin’s words was Zhao Qiao’Er.
Zhao Qiao’Er turned to stare at Song Meiqin, completely dumbfounded.
’Wait a minute...’
’What was that sound the madwoman just made?’
’I’ve known her for years, and I’ve never heard her make a sound like that...’
’Why does she sound like a wronged little wife?’
Zhao Qiao’Er felt goosebumps crawl all over her skin.
Lu Yuan just pursed his lips and sighed.
"It’s not that you’re wrong, it’s just...
Aunt Song, if you ever have children, please don’t be the one to raise them.
You can’t accomplish anything important just by throwing your weight around."
Su Changliang was only seventeen. He had spent his whole life at home and had never been out in the world.
This was his chance to see the world, to learn about people and how things work.
To learn how to talk to people and get things done.
It wasn’t that he intended to leave Su Changliang completely on his own.
If he didn’t care at all, what would be the point of having him come out?
Lu Yuan was actually the type to be partial to his own people, to defend them no matter what.
If Su Changliang were to be wronged by someone, he, as his brother-in-law, would absolutely step in.
But Lu Yuan’s protectiveness wasn’t the same as Aunt Zhao’s or Aunt Song’s.
Those two would protect their own no matter what.
Their attitude was, ’I don’t care what happened, it must be your fault. It could never be our sweetheart’s fault.’
It was fine for them to be so protective of him; he knew what he was doing and could tell right from wrong.
But Su Changliang was different.
Su Changliang was only seventeen. If they coddled him like that...
...what if he turned into a good-for-nothing who only knew how to throw his weight around and bully people?
Would he have to spend all his time cleaning up Su Changliang’s messes?
After a moment of thought, Song Meiqin seemed to understand what Lu Yuan meant.
But as she thought about it, her mind seemed to drift to something else entirely.
Her noble, beautiful face suddenly flushed red for no apparent reason. She lowered her head slightly and said in a soft voice,
"Alright, we’ll do it however you say. Auntie will listen to you..."
Song Meiqin’s demeanor and tone were so unsettling that Zhao Qiao’Er, who was sitting nearby, felt disgusted enough to throw up her dinner.
Soon, Su Liyan finished writing the letter.
Having only just learned to write, her handwriting wasn’t particularly pretty yet.
Still, it had a certain form to it—small, delicate characters.
With a little more practice, she was sure to have excellent penmanship.
After Lu Yuan folded the letter and put it in an envelope, he went out to find a guard.
He arranged for the man to deliver the letter to Changliu Village that night.
When Lu Yuan returned, he remembered something else.
He turned his head to look at Zhao Qiao’Er. She was wearing a loose, brown slip dress that her figure made look almost form-fitting.
Zhao Qiao’Er was lounging on a wooden chair, her plump, creamy-white legs crossed.
Her elegant feet, nails painted a bright red, dangled a pair of small jade slippers from her toes, swinging them back and forth.
Lu Yuan stared for a moment, blinked, and then suddenly said,
"Aunt, scold them all you want, but you still have to give those men their reward money.
We already made them a promise.
I told them that after it was done, the madam would reward them with enough money to marry three concubines.
I made that promise on your behalf, so you can’t go back on your word."
Hearing this, Zhao Qiao’Er turned and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Lu Yuan.
"Three concubines? You’ve got quite a mouth on you. Why not promise them four?"
Lu Yuan replied with a grin,
"I was afraid their bodies wouldn’t be able to handle four. Three is the perfect number.
One to wear them out in the morning, one at noon, and another at night. Isn’t that just perfect?"
Lu Yuan’s words made Zhao Qiao’Er and Song Meiqin’s minds wander to who-knows-what.
Their faces instantly turned crimson.
Su Liyan, still in Lu Yuan’s arms, blushed so hard she looked like she wanted to crawl onto the table to hide.
Snapping back to her senses, Zhao Qiao’Er shot Lu Yuan a look, chiding him playfully,
"Keep talking nonsense and Auntie will pinch that mouth of yours~~"
Lu Yuan just chuckled and dropped the subject.
But then he suddenly added,
"Aunt, bring over your red nail polish. I want to put some on Liyan. It’ll look pretty."
Zhao Qiao’Er paused for a second, but didn’t object. She got up and went to the small mirror on her dressing table, searching for it as she spoke.
"Why put it on Liyan?
Her little hands are so rosy, and her nails are a healthy pink. They look lovely without any polish."
But Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.
"I’m not putting it on her hands. I’m putting it on her feet."
At his words, Zhao Qiao’Er froze, then instinctively glanced down at her own feet.
...
CLINK.
A bottle of red nail polish was placed on the table in front of Lu Yuan and Su Liyan.
Zhao Qiao’Er walked back to her seat, her face flushed, and said,
"It won’t dry overnight. Don’t go putting them in your mouth before they’re dry."
...
「Later that night, around eight or nine o’clock.」
A Traveler on a fast horse arrived at the doorstep of Lu Yuan’s father-in-law.
A knock echoed from the door.
Su Liyan’s mother threw on a robe and walked toward the door, calling out,
"Coming, coming! Who is it?"
The Traveler outside immediately announced in a loud voice,
"I’m from the city! Your son-in-law sent me to deliver a letter."
Hearing that it was a letter from her son-in-law, Su Liyan’s mother quickened her pace and hurried to the courtyard gate.
After she opened the gate, the Traveler respectfully handed the envelope to her.
Su Liyan’s mother took the envelope and thanked the Traveler profusely.
She tried to invite him in for a drink of water.
But the Traveler just smiled and waved his hand, saying he had business back in the city before mounting his horse and riding off.
After the Traveler was gone, Su Liyan’s mother went back inside and lit a candle.
They had Spiritual Lamps—her son-in-law had brought several last time he visited—but she couldn’t bring herself to use them.
She tore open the envelope and looked at the writing inside.
After just a few seconds, her expression turned to one of pure excitement.
The hand holding the letter began to tremble uncontrollably.
Then, Su Liyan’s mother dashed toward the inner room, shouting at the top of her lungs,
"Husband! Wake up, don’t sleep!!
Our son-in-law made our Changliang a Lord Official!!"
