My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 933 - 517: Xu Chang’an Should Be the Villain (Double-Length)

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Chapter 933: Chapter 517: Xu Chang’an Should Be the Villain (Double-Length)

"Miss, you’ve listened for a while, how do you find the opera?" Xu Chang’an looked at Miss Yun who was listening with him and couldn’t help but ask.

"It sounds... a bit tiring." Yun Qian said.

"There’s no other way, one needs to get used to the opera style, or else one can’t hear what they’re singing clearly."

"Although it’s tiring," Yun Qian looked at Xu Chang’an, "it’s still quite pleasing."

Because Xu Chang’an listened attentively, Yun Qian found it enjoyable. After all, she had already noticed Xu Chang’an didn’t dislike opera in the past, he just lacked the time. From the earlier look in his eyes, it was clearly an indication of interest, a precursor to liking it.

"Why do people say it’s not good for women to sing opera?" Yun Qian suddenly asked.

Xu Chang’an was taken aback.

The girl even knows this rule?

Then he quickly realized that she probably learned it from the books he had copied.

Noticing Xu Chang’an didn’t respond, Yun Qian rephrased her question: "Why are women not allowed to sing opera?"

Xu Chang’an still didn’t respond, but instead helplessly asked, "Are you planning to learn it now?"

"If you don’t allow it, then I won’t learn." Yun Qian said truthfully.

Xu Chang’an sighed.

So she does want to learn.

Forget it.

He definitely won’t permit it.

Thinking it over, Xu Chang’an explained, "These worldly affairs are unstable; villains roam unchecked. There’s no reasoning. Often, wealthy and powerful wicked people see a beautiful woman and forcibly seize her, oppressing men, bullying women. Since opera singers aren’t highly regarded, if they sing well or have good posture, they easily attract trouble."

It’s because it’s extremely unsafe for women to sing opera, hence they are not permitted to learn it.

"Is it so?" Yun Qian asked.

"Yes."

Xu Chang’an watched as below, the actresses on stage had beads of sweat seeping on their foreheads, and silently commented, "At least this explanation suffices."

"In reality though."

"In the mortal world, women have little status."

Unlike the Immortal Sect, if one doesn’t cultivate, the existence of Gui Water alone brings enough trouble, thus the social status of women in this world is exceedingly low.

Xu Chang’an explained simply, "People think women should stay home, support their husbands, and educate their children. Not to mention learning opera, even listening to it is deemed outrageous."

"Hmm." Yun Qian tilted her head, glanced at Wen Li who was listening to their conversation, and then asked Xu Chang’an, "So you’re like them, refusing to let me cook, learn opera..."

Xu Chang’an was momentarily dumbfounded, just about to speak when Yun Qian continued.

"...Your thoughts differ from theirs."

Xu Chang’an rubbed his fingers across his brow.

Of course it’s different.

He’s not indulging the girl; rather... his lady is simply too naive. Sometimes her way of thinking leaves Xu Chang’an unable to keep up with her thoughts.

He merely doesn’t wish for Miss Yun to learn things she inherently doesn’t care for just to please him, and cannot be conflated with worldly men.

"So," Yun Qian looked at the actresses performing diligently below, "they are indeed amazing people?"

After all, even she isn’t allowed to learn, but these women can perform on stage.

"Indeed." Xu Chang’an nodded.

The women under Senior Zhu are truly remarkable, even he has to acknowledge this.

Thus Yun Qian stopped questioning further, realizing she had once again discerned that Xu Chang’an, no matter what, wouldn’t allow her to learn opera. Even using such phrasing hadn’t softened Xu Chang’an’s stance in the slightest.

It’s a pity.

She had thought he would enjoy watching her perform on stage.

Yun Qian was slightly disappointed yet found no solution, after all, there was always a Great Demon King overseeing the girls.

However, Yun Qian felt maybe it wasn’t entirely hopeless; there are many things in this world that can’t be done publicly but can be done privately in the boudoir.

Even if she can’t perform on stage, it doesn’t mean she can’t sing a few verses privately for him.

So, Miss Lu’s existence becomes essential, as the Flower Moon Building’s steward, she should know some theatre arts.

And then there’s... Ah Qing.

Will Miss Aqing perform on stage in the future?

For Shi Qingjun to watch?

Yun Qian blinked.

Once Ah Qing learns opera, she might have the chance, just as Wen Li teaches her cultivation, to teach her a bit of it.

Having found a shortcut, Yun Qian no longer concerned herself with learning opera and continued listening to the performance with her husband.

"... "

Beside them, Wen Li, though having heard everything, remained expressionless.

Watching the women’s performance below, she felt it wasn’t easy for women, so in cultivation, those Gui Water entanglements became the shortcut to the Spirit Passage.

The Heavenly Dao is fair. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Also, Wen Li found Yun Qian wasn’t only fanciful in front of her, even in front of her junior brother, she was equally whimsical.

Even Wen Li, upon hearing her junior sister express interest in learning opera, was filled with helplessness.

Yun Qian had mentioned wanting to learn sword dance from her.

If she remembered correctly, Yun Qian initially asked whether she knew how to apply rouge.

The junior sister probably also wants to learn Dianzhuang.

Such a desire for everything reminded Wen Li of when she had just become Li Zhibai’s student; she hadn’t known what she wanted, so tried everything.

Thus, a junior sister remains a junior sister, still in need of a guide.

As the senior sister, it’s critical to help the junior sister settle down from such restlessness—this is her duty.

Wen Li felt cultivation was presently the most crucial thing for her junior sister—believing her junior brother thought the same; otherwise, with her junior sister’s frail body and occasional revealing signs of fatigue, Wen Li felt a pang of heartache.