Cui Yang felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He didn't know what he was afraid of. Even though he was slow to understand, he knew that these two brothers were again throwing obstacles in his way.
Xuan Shuyu was known in Shengjing as a talented woman raised on the saintly books.
To humble oneself and benefit others, that's what a gentleman from the saintly books would do.
He too had read many varied texts on the ways of getting along, all of them teaching that if one wanted their spouse to care, they should keep a respectful distance and not be too passionate.
He did so, but Xuan Shuyu no longer had eyes for him.
He didn't know where he had gone wrong.
When they first married, she disliked him for being a military general. His brute force was nothing compared to the clean appearance of a scholar.
He could read, but it was to learn military strategies. He didn't understand the convoluted subtleties among the learned nor could he comprehend the poetry and essays she wrote.
