My Wife Is The Final Boss

Xu Chang'an can't be without the cloud.

Even if it's the morning glow, it's tinted with other colors and is no longer her.

That's why Yun Qian doesn't like this poem.

Yun Qian's words carry a hint of girlish melodrama, Li Zhibai stared at her for a moment, finding it hard to imagine such willful words would come from the mouth of the "ethereal" woman before her.

"But the poem is a good one," Li Zhibai said.

"But I don't like it because it doesn't include me," Yun Qian said, showing a hint of distress.

She doesn't like this poem, just like she doesn't like the poem "lifting the cup to invite the bright moon, forming three with the shadow," because these were mostly transcribed by Xu Chang'an, lacking a deep connection with him.

However, she really likes the characters that Xu Chang'an has written by hand, so she is caught in a conflict.

Fortunately, her dislike for poems is far less than her affection for her husband's handwriting, so overall, these things are still her treasures now and in the future, worthy to be placed in the world's most precious Treasure Vault.

"..."

Outside the window, the moon is about to set, clouds and fog obscure the light, and the entire sky carries a hint of mystery.

In the room, Li Zhibai can't understand Yun Qian's little whims; she only feels she has discovered a new side of Miss Yun.

Turns out this Ms. Yun... can also be capricious?

Also, if it weren't for Yun Qian having these daughterly traits, how could she have such a dramatic influence on her old woman's Mental Realm?

A girl like Yun Qian, who is attractive and beloved, even her capriciousness exudes feminine charm.

But Li Zhibai loves poetry and song, which can be seen from her collection of famous paintings and inscriptions that she hangs on the spirals to appreciate, so she can't say the word "hate" like Yun Qian, because she absolutely loves these poems no matter from what perspective she views them.

It's hard to imagine these things came from Xu Chang'an's hand.

She just glanced casually, and some lines of poetry moved her heart, making her want to transcribe them dozens of times... but Li Zhibai restrained herself.

She also figured out some of Yun Qian's preferences.

Li Zhibai gently picked up one of the poetry collections on the table and opened it, trying hard to focus on the shape of the characters instead of the poetic meaning. Her fingertips hovered over the ink characters, gently brushing over each stroke, seriously turning a few pages, as if transcending through time, and captured Xu Chang'an's progress over the years.

After a long while, Li Zhibai felt a hint of emotion.

Xu Chang'an's initial strokes were filled with youthful naivety, which is when the highest number of poems were transcribed. Afterwards, his characters gradually took shape, with the strokes in the first half being unabashed and free, while the latter parts became gentle and detailed.

So-called characters mirror the person.

This is not a poetry collection; it's clearly a manifestation of his growing up process, every step of his character development is hidden in the ink strokes.

In Li Zhibai's eyes, Xu Chang'an's characters gave her the feeling of maturing from naïve to youthful sharpness, but this sharpness lasted only two pages before becoming gentle.

Naïveté → Free → Complete Form.

The middle part is especially short, like a fleeting moment.

"He is clearly still a young man, how come his mindset... declined so quickly?" Li Zhibai said helplessly, truly not caring about those valuable poems now, her attention entirely on Xu Chang'an.

She initially thought her student was naturally cautious by nature, even at Xu Chang'an's current age, the moment should be to reveal sharpness, which she found appropriate.

But who would have thought, Xu Chang'an indeed had youthful impetuousness, yet this impetuousness clearly only lasted for an extremely short time before he matured.

As an elder, Li Zhibai instinctively felt not relieved but heartache.

A gentle parent wants to see their child grow slowly, rather than being forced to mature.

Yet there was no way out of it, Xu Chang'an being by Yun Qian's side every day, how could he be wild, plus he was self-reflective daily, so his youthful phase only lasted half a month, during which he transcribed only a few poems before settling down, attentively caring for Yun Qian's domestic routine.

Anyone with youthful exuberance inside would feel suppressed under Yun Qian's "I'm hungry, I want to eat," eager to dive into the kitchen and fill her stomach first.

——

Li Zhibai couldn't help but sigh, looking in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes full of deep disappointment.

That line "holding the blue sky for a feast, joining the sun and moon in the morning glow," from it one can feel the emotion of Xu Chang'an's wanderlust at the time.

It's just that the youthful exuberance moment came and went like a startled swan, leaving Li Zhibai feeling quite regretful.

Honestly, Li Zhibai would love to see what youthful exuberant expression Xu Chang'an's unripe and fearless impetuousness would be like?

After all, Xu Chang'an now had her protection, filled with mystery, and need not fear any trouble.

Li Zhibai shook her head.

Thinking carefully, such foolish acts are not something her student could do.

But as a man, being willing to cook... she actually didn't know which was more foolish, but personally, Li Zhibai naturally preferred a student who would cook.

Thus, if anyone dared to criticize Xu Chang'an for cooking, she would also be angry, after all, the Pill Master of Chaoyun Sect is just a mysterious dragon, not a person with a good temper.

Li Zhibai: "..."

Indeed, she still wished to see what Xu Chang'an was like in the past, regretting not having met him earlier.