General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming Chapter 1469 Memories of Her Previous Life

Princess Jingning was baffled as to where he had acquired such behavior.

It was highly probable that Wei Ting and Wei Liulang had corrupted him.

Surely she hadn't misjudged him from the start; could he truly be a two-faced sesame glutinous rice ball?

Closing her eyes, Princess Jingning sighed.

She had prided herself on her intelligence her entire life, yet she never anticipated failing so thoroughly in choosing a consort.

Had she known he would be this brazen, she never would have stepped into this trap.

"Moving forward, the regulations must be altered."

The lingering aches in her frame served as a constant reminder of the previous night's wantonness.

Who could have guessed that a frail-looking scholar would be so aggressive in the bedchamber?

She simply could not allow him to continue having his way.

"To which rules are you referring, Princess?"

Shen Chuan inquired, feigning ignorance.

Suppressing her embarrassment, Princess Jingning spoke with feigned composure, "I am talking about the mandate for you to visit my chambers only on the 1st and the 15th."

Shen Chuan acted shocked. "Princess, are you suggesting I stay every single night? I shall certainly follow my wife's commands."

Princess Jingning hissed under her breath, "Wei Ting! I'll have your skin for this!"

Meanwhile, at the Wei residence, Wei Ting was busy styling Wei Xiaobao’s hair when he let out a sudden sneeze.

Wei Xiaobao quickly shielded herself with a mirror. "Phew, luckily my reflexes are sharp."

"Don't go imitating Xiaohu," Wei Ting warned.

Wei Xiaobao pulled out a small compass. "I've been calculating with my fingers."

Wei Ting replied sternly, "And don't go imitating Erhu either."

"Your father!" Wei Xiaobao shot back.

Gritting his teeth, Wei Ting lifted the girl up, assuming a dignified air. "You've even started cursing? Wei Xiaobao, don't assume your youth will protect you from a beating!"

What happened to the promise of a sweet, obedient daughter? Far from being a comfort, she was a constant source of frustration, provoking him nearly eight hundred times a day.

"Exactly who are you planning to beat?"

Wei Xu’s freezing voice drifted in from the doorway.

Shuddering, Wei Ting turned around with a look of terror. "Dad!"

Wei Xiaobao shrugged her shoulders with a helpless look. "I tried to warn you, but you ignored me."

In an instant, the girl inhaled deeply, her expression shifting into a pout. "Waaa—Grandpa—Daddy is hitting me—"

"Wei, Little, Seven!!"

When Wei Xu’s temper flared, it was as if millions of corpses were about to fall.

Consequently, Wei Ting was dealt a harsh lesson.

Wei Liulang strolled over, watching with glee as Wei Ting held a heavy cauldron while maintaining a horse stance. He teased, "Hahaha, Little Seven, how did you manage to anger that monster again?"

The 'monster' was standing right behind him.

A quarter of an hour later.

Having been thrashed by his father, Wei Liulang was now also in the courtyard, arms raised in a horse stance.

Wei Chen walked by, accompanied by little Ghostfear. "Observe closely. These are what you call 'rotten brothers.'"

Little Ghostfear immediately dashed off to find Wei Xu. "Grandpa, Dad says Sixth Uncle and Seventh Uncle are rotten brothers!"

Thirty minutes later, all three brothers were lined up with bruised faces, each supporting a bronze cauldron in a horse stance.

Just then, Little Wei Qing happened to run past while playing with the other children.

Seeing him, the three brothers thought of their second brother and felt a sense of injustice. Since there were four brothers, why was Wei Qing exempt from the punishment?

"Yuan Bao."

Wei Liulang called out to him.

Yuan Bao was the pet name for Little Wei Qing.

"Sixth Uncle, what is it?" Xiao Weiqing asked.

"Where is your father?" Wei Liulang questioned.

"My father is in his study," Xiao Weiqing answered.

Wei Liulang said with a wicked grin, "Go get him. I have something important to discuss."

"Oh."

Wei Qing looked at the other two. "Uncle, Seventh Uncle, do you also have something for my father?"

"Indeed," Wei Chen replied.

"Understood. Yuan Bao will go fetch Daddy right now!"

Little Wei Qing nodded and skipped away.

Wei Liulang chuckled to himself, "Haha, kids are so easy to trick!"

Fifteen minutes passed.

Then thirty minutes.

Two hours went by…

Wei Liulang looked around. "Where is Wei Qing? How long does it take Yuan Bao to find his father?"

Wei Ting snapped, "Yuan Bao was obviously playing you. Did you really think he'd actually get his father?"

Wei Qing was a sly one, and his son was proving to be just as two-faced.

Even at his young age, the boy frequently outsmarted Wei Qing and Wei Liulang—especially the latter, who had been tricked more times than he could count.

By the time their punishment concluded, it was already the middle of the night.

The brothers headed back to their wives, with the exception of Wei Liulang.

Sprawling out on his lonely, hard bed, Wei Liulang sighed. "I really miss Min'er..."

His family was desperately worried about his future and hoped he would find a new partner.

However, his heart belonged solely to Min'er.

There was no room for anyone else.

He was left alone with his memories.

Meanwhile, upon returning to his courtyard, Wei Ting’s first instinct was to discipline his rebellious daughter.

But as he entered and saw the sleeping child, his anger vanished instantly.

The four-year-old girl looked so soft and rosy, with long, curled eyelashes. Her peaceful face was enough to melt any heart.

Wei Ting sighed, gently touching her brow. "Forget it, you're forgiven. Just try not to be so sneaky next time."

In her sleep, Wei Xiaobao kicked her foot out against the wall with a bossy thud.

Even her feet were defiant.

The capital remained festive for quite some time following the weddings of the two princesses.

Traditionally, the role of Princess Consort was merely a title without power. However, Xiao Zhonghua brushed aside all protests and broke ancestral tradition to grant Shen Chuan a post in the Hanlin Academy.

Su Xuan, however, had no interest in the imperial court, preferring the life of a wandering crane.

Despite Xiao Zhonghua’s persistent efforts to persuade him, Su Xuan refused, leaving the Emperor with no choice but to concede.

"Brother, we must still provide him with his official salary."

Princess Hui An mentioned this while visiting Empress Dowager Jing in the palace, where Xiao Zhonghua was also present.

Xiao Zhonghua asked, "Is the Su family actually in need of such a pittance?"

Princess Hui An pouted. "No, but you should give it to me instead."

Xiao Zhonghua couldn't help but laugh. "You've barely been married, yet you're already taking the side of an outsider. It's a good thing you weren't sent away for a marriage alliance, or I'd have no one to complain to."

A princess in a marriage alliance always put the state first, choosing her homeland over her husband when necessary.

He was only teasing, expecting her to say something like, "That depends on the man; if it's Su Xuan, I'll always take his side."

Instead, she fell silent, a dazed look crossing her face.

"Hui An, what's wrong?" Xiao Zhonghua asked quickly.

Clutching her chest, Princess Hui An whispered, "When you mentioned a marriage alliance, I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my heart."

Xiao Zhonghua relaxed. "It's nothing. I was only joking. You are my only sister; I could never bear to trade you away for an alliance."

Had he ever harbored such thoughts, he would have allowed the late emperor to send her to the Western Jin as a concubine.

He would rather die than see Hui An used as a political tool.

On her journey home, Princess Hui An felt a strange sense of dread.

"Princess, are you ill? You look quite pale," her personal attendant asked with concern.

"Perhaps it's just the heat," Hui An replied.

Her heart was racing, and her skin was slick with a cold sweat.

Back in the palace, the moment her brother spoke of marriage alliances, a terrifying image had flashed through her mind. She saw herself in a bright red wedding gown, consumed by despair as she was wed to a man she didn't know.

A profound sadness suddenly overwhelmed her heart.