My Wife Is The Final Boss

"Alright." Li Zhibai stood up, feeling somewhat embarrassed talking with Yun Qian here, especially since the kitchen was nearby and Xu Chang'an might overhear some of their conversation.

Moreover, they were also disturbing him as he cooked.

Li Zhibai held certain expectations for this dinner.

So, she followed Yun Qian through a serene and leisurely corridor, arriving at the study's door. After gently stepping over the threshold, Li Zhibai smelled a fragrance akin to orchids and osmanthus, mingled with the unique scent of ink and paper, which was refreshing.

That aroma wasn't from rouge or incense; it seemed more like the scent of a woman...

Li Zhibai glanced at Yun Qian ahead, noting the girl's legs closed together, a delicate, resplendent skirt hem covering her knees, with a hint of moonlit luster visible at her ankles.

Li Zhibai cleared her throat, about to speak, but then she paused again.

Because she immediately noticed the broken bed in the study.

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With a glance at the window, Li Zhibai quickly realized this was the room she'd just seen in silhouette.

How intense?

The bed frame must have been shattered.

Li Zhibai couldn't help but twitch at the corners of her eyes. She scrutinized Yun Qian once more, feeling that this ethereal beauty before her shouldn't possess such a "magical" side.

She pondered for a long time, deeming "magical" a fitting word.

Li Zhibai had thought her attitude should be more... strange?

But in truth, all her inner turmoil was expressed in those brief eye twitches.

The remaining sentiment was actually a sigh of relief and contentment.

As for feeling content, it was naturally about the harmonious relationship between Xu Chang'an and Yun Qian as a couple.

She had initially assumed that with Xu Chang'an's cautious, restrained nature, Yun Qian might feel aggrieved and their marriage wouldn't be typical.

So, Yin Yang Dual Cultivation can foster affection between spouses.

There's no helping it, being called "Miss" by him all the time really worried the elders.

Now seeing that Xu Chang'an distinguishes between home and public, and is capable of such "variety," she no longer worries about their married life.

That Xu the kid from the Sword Hall, who knew nothing and came to her with the smallest queries, had grown up in the blink of an eye.

This was Li Zhibai's satisfaction.

As for why the sigh of relief?

Li Zhibai knew it was because of Xu Chang'an's "past record," so she always had a sense of foreboding that Xu Chang'an would seek her guidance on how to enhance married life...

It wasn't impossible, given that this teacher-student duo could talk about Yun Qian's menstrual blood for half an hour.

So Li Zhibai was somewhat apprehensive about Xu Chang'an asking, knowing she'd have no idea how to answer.

Now that she found Xu Chang'an knew everything and was ahead of her... the curiosity sparked in Li Zhibai when meeting Yun Qian, along with the elder's pride and a woman's refusal to give up, were all concealed in her glance towards Xu Chang'an.

As long as Xu Chang'an knew how to maintain their relationship, even if using peculiar methods.

After all, all relationships in the world need nurturing, even between parents and children.

"He's still as clever as before," Li Zhibai murmured.

"What?" Yun Qian took out a rouge box and placed it on the makeup table, glancing at her in confusion.

"It's nothing." Li Zhibai approached the table, looking at the sparse rouge tools in the box, and lifted her head: "That's all?"

"That's all," Yun Qian replied.

"That's too little."

"It's what he bought for me, and I've been using it sparingly."

"Chang'an... I just thought he was showing promise." Li Zhibai sighed, pointing at Yun Qian's scattered bottles and jars, seriously saying, "This is nowhere near enough."

"I'm planning to go to Emei Square and prepare some more."

Emei Square?

The rouge shop in Beisang City?

Li Zhibai nodded, not insisting that Yun Qian use Muyu Peak's Spiritual Power Rouge, but responsibly started to teach Yun Qian some basic Dianzhuang knowledge.

After all, she temporarily couldn't find other topics to discuss with Yun Qian.

Li Zhibai looked at Yun Qian's face, thought for a moment, then began to teach.

Yun Qian picked up a pen and began jotting down what Li Zhibai was saying.

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A short while later.

Yun Qian blinked at the densely written words on the paper before her.

Cleansing, priming, base color, powder, blush, eyebrow pencil, red paper... Just the steps and rouge tools to buy filled a whole page.

Moreover, since it was the Immortal Sect, Li Zhibai's instructions were more detailed. For instance, cleaning your skin required ridding the protective Spiritual Qi, while applying a paper mask during an incense stick's burning time would make makeup application smoother.

And so on and so forth...

If an ordinary person saw this, they'd likely get overwhelmed.

But Yun Qian remained earnest, though she didn't plan to master it all at once. After all, letting her husband see her efforts was the main goal.

Yun Qian picked up the pen and said as she wrote, "I want to start with learning light makeup first."

Xu Chang'an wasn't too fond of more flamboyant looks, she knew.

"This is light makeup," Li Zhibai said, watching Yun Qian's fingers tremble slightly, and repeated helplessly, "Despite the complexity, this really is light makeup, the simplest there is. At least that's what I learned when I was young, though... after so many years, whether it's still applicable, I can't say."

Yun Qian expressed understanding.

Thinking it over, if makeup could make Xu Chang'an like her more, such a serious matter was bound to be cumbersome, very cumbersome.

"I'll start by teaching you about different types of foundation," Li Zhibai contemplated, saying, "Since you haven't learned these things, there's no need to rush; get familiar with the makeup tools first."

Having agreed to Yun Qian's wishes, Li Zhibai also felt the need to refresh her knowledge, planning to consult that woman and learn new Dianzhuang techniques, removing some outdated ideas before teaching Yun Qian.

"Alright." Yun Qian naturally had no objections.

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A sudden image of Zhu Pingniang flashed in Li Zhibai's mind.

She was the Madam in the brothel, likely proficient in makeup.

Shaking her head, she dismissed that indecent person from her thoughts.

Xu Chang'an still had quite some time before dinner was ready.

The weather at Chaoyun Sect was unpredictable, the wind coming and clouds dispersing, while a slightly harsh breeze squeezed through the window, making a faint whining sound, causing Li Zhibai's silky hair to flutter.

Li Zhibai, having halted the discussion on rouge, wondered what else to chat about.

The atmosphere was slightly stiff.

Li Zhibai watched Yun Qian, noticing her setting aside the notes on rouge, while casually picking up a book of poetry and flipping through it.

Li Zhibai's eyes lit up.

With so many words and paintings in the study, and Xu Chang'an's calligraphy on the walls she'd seen before, she hadn't mentioned it till now.

But now, it seemed there was a topic to explore.

"Sister, what are you reading?" Li Zhibai asked nonchalantly as she approached.

On it was Xu Chang'an's handwriting.

"Embrace the blue sky for one drunken night, to share the dawn with the sun and moon."

The paper was slightly crumpled, with a trace of rouge water stains on it, suggesting Yun Qian greatly enjoyed this verse.

Li Zhibai glanced at Yun Qian's slightly trembling eyebrows, thinking it was no wonder she understood and loved drinking.

"Sister likes this poem?" Li Zhibai praised, "Chang'an's calligraphy is excellent, with bold and free strokes, unique to youthful vigor."

"But I don't like it," Yun Qian said softly.

Li Zhibai's smile froze.

Not like it?

How could she not like it?

The collection in this room hardly indicated any dislike; for a moment, Li Zhibai thought Yun Qian was even here to "show off."

Xu Chang'an's work was indeed plentiful; she had seen and loved the phrase "Enjoy utmost peace and prosperity, revel in the azure sea tides" long ago.

"What doesn't sister like?" Li Zhibai was puzzled.

Yun Qian enjoyed Xu Chang'an's writing, but some poems were less to her taste, like the one before her. Her finger lightly touched the rouge water stain on the paper as she seriously replied, "There's no 'me' in it."

Li Zhibai's eyes widened and looked again.

[Embrace the blue sky for one drunken night, to share the dawn with the sun and moon.]

Blue sky, sun, moon, dawn.

Embrace, wine, all the elements were there.

"There are clouds," Li Zhibai pointed out, indicating the dawn character.

"Yun Qian," Yun Qian replied.

The dawn was too deeply colored.

Besides, she wanted to be the one embraced, not just something sharing the dawn.

The reason for her dislike was quite reasonable.