Having said that he would write a letter, Cui Ying naturally had to spread out the letter paper, dip up ink, sit upright and think with his pen.

  What does she want to say to this despicable man Yuan Wulang?

  Blunt and severe reprimand? Merciless rebuke?

  No, no matter how annoying he is, after all, he's fighting for his country.

  If he saw this letter during the interval of fighting, it would be okay to vent a few mouthfuls of old blood. His bad mood affected his judgment, which was not just his own business, but also many soldiers followed him in the charge.

  She can't even write some hypocritical and artificial affectionate words, full of sentimental and melancholic thoughts.

  Cui Ling learned to be smooth in the social melting pot, and did many things that went against her heart, but there was one principle she always adhered to.

  She has never said "I love you" to a man she doesn't love.

  Even if she no longer believes in love, she is still willing to reserve a small corner for it, which is the true heart she yearns for.

  She couldn't pretend to be affectionate with Yuan Wulang.

  But she also thought that Yuan Wulang had probably never expected to get her true heart. If she really wrote a love letter, he wouldn't be happy, but would instead be disgusted by her hypocrisy.

  Cui Ling had given up on the idea of being equal with Yuan Wulang, but she didn't want to offend him too much either.

  Anyway, he is still her husband!

  Eldest sister-in-law said that once Ruan Ran wins this battle and returns, the Yuan family will return the military power. At that time, all matters will be handed over, and then they will separate from the family.

  After the division of the house and establishment of a new household, she and Yuan Wulang would move out of the General's Mansion to start a new life in the neighboring mansion.

  She is not afraid that he will divorce her or treat her badly. They were married by imperial decree, and on the surface, Gongyi Wulang will certainly do well.

  If husband and wife are like enemies and see each other with red eyes every day, then life is also spent too meaninglessly.

  The most ideal state is still mutual respect and politeness.

  Cui Lian thought for a while and decided to recount her life after Yuan Wulang left, like recalling a flowing account.

  Firstly, it dispelled the man's suspicion that she was unchaste.

  Secondly, objective narration can be free from personal emotions, so she doesn't have to worry about Yuan Wulang's feelings.

  But soon after applauding his own wit, Choi Yeong immediately stopped his pen in pain.

  On the light yellow letterhead, only one line of words was written, but the font was crooked and twisted like an earthworm crawling, ugly to the point of being infuriating.

  Not to mention, in just a few words, half of them are typos.

  Although she had followed Su Zi to recognize many days of words, being able to recognize complex strokes of traditional characters was one thing, but whether she could write them was another matter, and apparently, she belonged to the kind that could recognize and read but not write.

  Thinking of Yuan Wulang's letter, the strong and powerful font, every stroke, horizontal, vertical, hook, and fold is precise and in place. The whole letter looks like a work of art, handsome, majestic, and full of momentum.

  Looking at her letter again, which was full of misspellings like a dog's crawl, she felt a little like crying.

  Chui Rong crumpled up the letter and gently tossed it into the nearby wastebasket.

  She thought that she absolutely could not reveal her shortcomings in front of Yuan Wulang, otherwise such a letter would become a lifelong laughing stock if he saw it, and she would never be able to wash it away.

  How can this be!

  Cui Ling clenched her teeth and paced quietly in the room, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her mind.

  She hastily lay on the Ba Xian table and drew a picture of her tying a horse step in front of Er Sao at Shang Wu Hall.

  She stood beside her elder sister-in-law in the Qinxian Hall, listening to the servant girl report on household matters. In the Pinhua Hall, she was with Brother Yu learning to read under the guidance of Fourth Sister. In the Tai'an Institute's main hall, she accompanied Old Lady to dinner and told jokes.

  She thought for a moment, and then added the picture of her playing ball with Mu Yuan and Mei Ge in the wooden garden, studying delicious food with Liu Shifu and Tang Shifu in the kitchen of Tai'an Temple, as well as reading books alone in the library, to show that she was open and honest, with nothing to hide from others.

  She finished painting just in time for lunch.

  The old lady got up and saw that Cui Ying was stuffing a thick stack of letters into an envelope on the Eight Immortals table, her heart feeling as sweet as sugar and honey.

  She smiled and said, "Little Wu's wife, don't forget to write Little Wu's name on the envelope, or it would be bad if it got mixed up."

  Chui Ling was worrying about his ugly handwriting, when Su Zi Hua and San Shu Lian Shi happened to come in together, each holding their neatly packed bundles and letters.

  She smiled and said, "My handwriting is poor, let Fourth Aunt help me write it."

  Su Zi couldn't help but laugh when she saw Cui Ying's handwriting, which was not as neat as that of her four-year-old brother Yu Ge.

  She didn't respond, instead shaking her head, "In any case, Fifth Brother won't mock you, it's better if you write it yourself, that way it'll be your true intention."

  "Fourth Sister, help me out, just write here, Wu Lang only needs three words!"

  Su Zi's painting saw her anxious, and his face suddenly swept away the usual calmness, laughing even deeper. "Your fourth brother recognizes my handwriting, he is a careless person, saying that he might not even look at it and take it as his own. If he opens it and sees the contents inside..."

  She spoke with a hint of teasing in her tone, "If you're not afraid that the private words you write to your fifth brother will be seen by your fourth brother, I can help you write them, it's not like it's impossible."

  Cui Ling thought of the painting inside and hurriedly put the envelope back on her own initiative, "Then I won't bother Fourth Aunt anymore."

  What a joke, her calligraphy is nothing to look at, but since she's his wife, he can't very well expose her shortcomings, and it's not like he'd go around telling people, "Hey, my wife writes such ugly characters that whenever she writes me letters, she uses drawings instead."

  Yuan Wulang is a man who attaches great importance to his dignity, he would never do such a thing.

  But if Fourth Brother were to see it, wouldn't she have to carry this joke with her for the rest of her life?

  To ensure that this letter reaches Yuan Wulang's hands, even if the handwriting is ugly, Cui Ying has decided to complete this arduous task herself.

  She found a piece of paper and practiced several times, only to find that the more serious she was, the uglier her handwriting became. So she simply let go and wrote "Wu Lang Shou" in three big characters on the envelope without any deliberation.

  Because it was really ugly, she even deliberately inserted it between the letters written by San Shu and Si Shu.

  Everyone in the house saw her actions and tried hard to hold back their laughter.

  Su Zi's painting is fine, even if she laughs so hard that her stomach hurts, she must maintain her elegant demeanor. The old lady and Lian Shi don't care about these things, they cover their bellies and laugh until they fall over.

  These letters and things to be delivered were all handed over to Yuan Dalang.

  Yuan Dalang again went to entrust it to the Ninth Prince, who was about to set off to rush to the northwest to provide reinforcements.

  These letters were originally packed in a wooden box, but at the time of departure, Yuan Dalang had a sudden thought and let Guishu throw away the box.

  He even deliberately took out the letter written by Cui Ying to Yuan Wulang from the middle and placed it on top, and handed over the four letters to King Jiuyi.

  "Poor him, with a heart full of brotherly love, he did this entirely to let the Ninth King see, 'Look, my fifth younger sister and brother are so deeply in love, even their letters are so thick! Your Majesty, please don't have any ideas about my fifth younger sister!'"

  Yuan Dalang didn't know that when the Ninth King saw that crooked and ugly handwriting, not only did he not show any disdain, but it also made him feel happy all along the way.