Chapter 6: She Can’t

Pei Yuanshao took the rice paper and lowered his head. At a glance, he saw the large characters on the paper, and the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly froze on his face.

His hand trembling, he tightly pinched the edge of the rice paper with his fingertips.

Without time to carefully read the contents of the rice paper, his ink-black eyes fixed on the neat and beautiful font on the paper, hiding a glint of sharpness.

The person opposite moved her lips, but he didn’t hear a single word clearly.

The shock in his chest was reflected in his eyes. His upper body sat stiffly on the wooden chair.

The village woman Liu Changning… she could write?

The font on the rice paper was Liu-style regular script, with vigorous and powerful strokes, strict structure, and a unique style. Without diligent study, ordinary people couldn’t write like this.

Pei Yuanshao raised his head, staring at the sallow-faced woman in front of him. Pointing at the rice paper, he asked in a trembling voice: “Did Wife-master personally write this?”

His eyes stared at her unblinkingly, a subtle shimmer in his peach blossom eyes. If she could read and write, and her calligraphy had such a high level of attainment, could she be the erudite and talented Prime Minister Liu who would appear three years later?

After all, there were many late-blooming officials in history. Former Dynasty’s Lord Fan started reading and writing at thirty, and became an elder statesman of three dynasties at fifty.

So could she also be a late bloomer?

Or was her past mediocrity just a facade, and her diligence, compliance, and step-by-step concessions, just like him, were merely an act?

Simply to hide her talent in front of her aunt’s family of black sheep relatives out of necessity.

After automatically filling in the conspiracy theory in his mind, Pei Yuanshao was shaken. He didn’t even bother to maintain the smile on his lips. He straightened up, smoothed the wrinkles on his body, and stood in front of her, somewhat nervously, waiting for her answer.

Liu Changning pursed her lips, glancing at him suspiciously.

This man was as smart as described in the novel, spotting the oddity in the calligraphy of the divorce letter at a glance.

Using his looks to serve others, and full of schemes.

Thoughtful, good at acting. In his eyes, women may just be a tool to climb up, to be discarded mercilessly after being used.

Although she didn’t know what qualities the original owner had that made him want to cling to her, she understood that if the original owner was truly a talented and beautiful person, this troublemaking man would be even more reluctant to let go.

Now that she proposed divorce, there could not be the slightest mistake.

After all, she had to improve the physique of this body, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon every day to strengthen her health. This appearance would also gradually change.

If her good-for-nothing husband continued to live in her house, spending day and night together, she feared her secret would be exposed.

Fortunately, she had always been cautious in her actions.

To deal with this kind of Pan Jinlian-style white lotus, she couldn’t be too eye-catching. The original owner was short, ugly, and poor. Now that she had transmigrated, she would be even more careful not to reveal herself.

Writing?

Hehe, the calligraphy of the Emotionless Daoist Ancestor Liu Changning was much better than this.

Liu Changning’s eyes flashed. She leisurely found a wooden stool and sat down.

Pointing to a stack of copybooks piled on the desk not far away, she said nonchalantly: “There’s a divorce letter copybook on the desk in your room. I found it and rubbed a copy on rice paper. You can consider it personally written by me. See if the content is correct.”

Pei Yuanshao’s trembling hand paused slightly. He picked up the rice paper and read it carefully.

The smile at the corner of his mouth froze on his face. Looking closely at the content of the divorce letter, the names of the divorcing parties had not been changed, exactly the same as the template in that copybook.

It was undoubtedly that “Divorce Letter” template book.

A few days ago, he had asked someone to buy these copybooks. Because the person he asked was Wang Yucui, a scholar from the east of the village, who fell in love with him at first sight and became infatuated at second sight.

The bookworm was serious and begged to marry him. In order to get his wife-master to divorce him as soon as possible, he specifically mixed this divorce letter template book among a stack of copybooks, instructing him to give it to his wife-master and have her write a divorce letter.

Remembering this matter, Pei Yuanshao’s eyes were complex. It was an empty joy. His face alternated between pale and flushed, his expression not looking good.

He remained silent for a long time.

Just now, he was too excited about the calligraphy on the rice paper. Only now did he come back to his senses and realize that the village woman in front of him was determined to divorce him.