My Wife is Unbeatable in the Whole World, Touch Me If You Dare!

Song Residence.

The wife and Mumu had left the house, and Li Nuo sat alone in the courtyard. At a certain moment, he spoke to the air, "Yiren, come here for a moment."

A figure flew over the courtyard wall, descending from the sky.

Song Yiren glanced at him and asked, "What's up?"

Li Nuo thought for a moment and asked, "What kind of person is your mother?"

Although he had never met his Lady Mother-in-law, her presence from faraway Sanqing Mountain deeply influenced Li Nuo's life.

Had she not taken Yiren away years ago and taught Jiaren the Yuqing Heart Technique, the relationship among the three of them would not have become what it was now.

Hearing Li Nuo mention her mother, Song Yiren's face changed subtly, her voice dropping to a whisper, "Why are you asking about my mother?"

Li Nuo said, "It's nothing, just curious, just asking."

Certain memories surfaced in her heart, and Song Yiren's face turned slightly pale.

She didn't know how to answer this question.

Since she could remember, her mother had always been particularly strict with her.

Every day before dawn, she had to get up, study, practice martial arts, until it got dark.

When to get up, when to eat, when to sleep—her mother had set strict rules for everything.

If she missed lunch, she could only wait for dinner, and if she missed dinner, she had to go to bed hungry.

Therefore, since childhood, she had developed the habit of hiding steamed buns.

Every single thing she did had to be approved by her mother.

Any disobedience would result in severe punishment.

So, she envied everything that Song Jiaren had.

Being actual sisters, why could Jiaren receive the love of family, have such a good husband, while she had to endure torture alone in the bitterly cold north?

Li Nuo finally understood why his Lord Father-in-law had wanted to keep them apart.

A domineering woman wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

But such a strong desire for control would probably be unbearable for most people.

Li Nuo could hardly imagine what it must have felt like to stay by her side for eighteen years.

Putting himself in Yiren's place, Li Nuo felt as if he could understand everything she had done.

He went into the room, emerged carrying a qin (Guqin), and said, "Didn't you say last time you wanted to hear me play the qin? There's nothing much going on now, so I'll play a few pieces for you..."

A moment later.

Song Yiren sat on the swing in the courtyard, gently swaying, listening to the pleasing sound of the qin. Her originally somewhat sorrowful mood gradually soothed by the tranquil and melodious music.

Li Nuo saw the smile return to her face and quietly heaved a sigh of relief.

Comforting someone imperceptibly, that was one of the great conveniences of Music.

The birthdays of the wife and Yiren fell on the twenty-ninth of March.

According to the customs of Daxia, only after the age of sixty could one hold a grand birthday banquet; before sixty, it was simply considered "observing one's birthday."

For young people, their birthday celebrations were even more casual.

Apart from some significant moments, such as a girl's hairpinning ceremony or a boy's coming-of-age crown ceremony, which might have some additional small rituals, generally speaking, eating a bowl of longevity noodles was considered observing one's birthday.

The weather was fine today, early spring, not too cold, not too hot; Li Nuo took them all out to enjoy the garden.

Qujiang Garden was also a very famous Royal Garden in Chang'an.

However, unlike Furong Garden, Qujiang Garden was not open to the public and was reserved exclusively for royal recreation.

Li Nuo was now considered half-royal, and with li Anning's presence, it was very easy to bring people into Qujiang Garden.

Inside Qujiang Garden, Li Nuo sat on the grass while Mumu and Ning'er competed to fly a kite; Phoenix and the wife were in the pavilion in the center of the lake, drawing and painting; Li Anning came over, sat next to Li Nuo, peeled a grape, and fed it into his mouth.

Song Yiren saw this, came over from afar, and sat on the other side of Li Nuo, prompting Li Anning to hesitate to lean against Li Nuo.

Li Nuo glanced in the direction of the lake pavilion, feeling that the time was about right.

He plucked a willow leaf at random and began playing it with his mouth.

Seeing that Li Nuo could produce such pleasant music with a leaf, Song Yiren also picked one and attempted to imitate him. However, the sound she produced was unpleasant, grating to the ear.

She angrily threw the leaf aside and listened quietly to Li Nuo's performance.

In the pavilion at the center of the lake, Phoenix heard the music and said to Song Jiaren, "We've been painting for quite some time, let's take a walk by the lake."

Song Jiaren nodded, and the two of them followed the connected corridors to the lakeside, hearing Li Nuo playing music. They walked slowly over, standing on the grass, silently listening.

Song Jiaren was so captivated by the music that she didn't notice Phoenix had quietly stepped back.

At a certain moment, within the music played by Li Nuo on the willow leaf, there suddenly surged a strange power.

Beneath Song Jiaren's feet on the grass, a patch of colorful flowers suddenly sprouted.

These flowers surrounded her, releasing a refreshing fragrance that soothed the heart and spleen.

Phoenix turned around and gazed towards a distant high building, giving a gentle wave of her hand.

The nightingale drew her bow and shot an arrow, hitting a mechanism set up on top of a willow tree, and a sky filled with petals fell down, engulfing Song Jiaren in a shower of flowers.

Already aware of the plan, Li Anning and Phoenix only looked on enviously at the scene.

But Song Yiren was utterly bewildered.

Playing so well, what was this all about?

At that moment, Mumu ran over from the side and handed a beautifully carved wooden box to Li Nuo.

Li Nuo, holding the wooden box, walked to Song Jiaren's side. The nightingale shot another far-reaching arrow, bringing down another cascade of petals. Li Nuo looked at her and smiled, saying, "Happy birthday, my wife."

He opened the wooden box.

This wooden box was hollowed out, with many intricate patterns carved on the outside, but the inside held another universe.

As it opened, a series of clear, musical sounds emerged from the box—the very melody Li Nuo had been playing just before.

Within the small wooden box, their living courtyard was replicated to life, with a garden, stone table, and a small pavilion. A woman sat on a swing in the middle of the courtyard, slowly swaying in tune with the music.

The woman on the swing was only two inches tall, but she moved as freely as a real person. Upon close inspection, one would find her face identical to Song Jiaren's—it was like a miniaturized version of her.

Li Nuo handed the music box to her and said, "This is a birthday gift for my wife."

Song Yiren looked at the miraculous box that could play music on its own, then at Li Nuo and Song Jiaren, with a bewildered face.

Wasn't today just a day to stroll through the gardens?

First, there were flowers thrown, now gifts…

What was all this about?

How come no one told her about this part?

Song Jiaren accepted the music box, a smile appearing on her face, saying, "Thank you, husband."

For this moment, Li Nuo had made many preparations.

Asking Li Yun to rush through the night, enlisting help from Phoenix and the nightingale, and having Li Anning book the garden visit well in advance to plant the seeds and set up the flower petal-falling mechanism.

Such a romantic setting, for a normal woman, would have at least elicited tears of moved emotion, if not some other reaction.

Yet his wife showed only a smile, a simple thank you.

Although Li Nuo felt a tiny bit of disappointment, he also knew that it was not his wife's fault.

Damn that Yuqing Heart Technique, he definitely had to solve the problem of his wife's Cultivation Method, to make her more like Yiren…

No, Yiren perhaps not.

If his wife could become like Li Anning or Phoenix, how wonderful that would be…

Though the music box didn't involve much complex technology, in this era, it was undeniably a very advanced object.

Mumu and Ning'er gathered around his wife, staring at the box that played music on its own, their faces full of surprise.

Li Anning quietly tugged at Li Nuo's sleeve and said, "I want one too…"

Li Nuo promised Li Anning to make one for her in a few days, as she was very understanding and didn't get jealous during her sister's birthday celebration.

Afterwards, they all had a birthday feast together in Qujiang Garden.

The chef was brought over from the Song Residence by Li Nuo, and both Phoenix and the nightingale praised their culinary skills endlessly. The most gluttonous, Song Yiren, didn't say a word during the meal, not even taking a few bites of the food.

After returning to the Song Residence, she went back to her room, sullen and despondent.

Sitting in a chair, her eyes glistened with tears.

Everyone was celebrating Song Jiaren's birthday.

But today was also her birthday...

No one had ever celebrated her birthday for her.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

Song Yiren opened the door and glanced at Li Nuo, asking, "What's the matter?"

Li Nuo presented a box identical to the first, saying, "Happy birthday."

He had gained enough experience from being around the twins, Mumu and Ning'er.

Another music box, identical to the first, was crafted by Li Yun who stayed up all night.

Yiren's and his wife's birthdays were on the same day. If he only focused on his wife, she would have been very disappointed.

Even though she didn't have the rain of petals or flowers growing from the grass, lacking much of the romantic ceremony, the gift was exactly the same.

Song Yiren received the music box in a daze, and upon opening it, she soon heard the familiar music.

Inside the wooden box was also a small courtyard, a woman on a swing.

This miraculous box, identical to the one given to Song Jiaren.

Feeling her nose turn sour, tears began to roll down her cheeks.

Li Nuo stood still, asking, "What's wrong, don't you like it?"

Song Yiren, clutching the music box, threw herself into Li Nuo's arms, moved to tears, and said, "Sob, this is the first time I've received a birthday gift, thank you…"