Before the end of the workday, Li Nuo had already left the county yamen.
There were fewer and fewer cases every day. He had finished judging all of today's cases, and his lifespan had increased by only two days—not even a fraction of what those second-generation officials had earned.
It was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but hard to go from extravagance back to frugality. After just one day, Li Nuo was already starting to miss them.
Steward Wu sat in the carriage. Once Li Nuo climbed aboard, he asked, "Young Master, shall we go home?"
Li Nuo shook his head. "No. We're going to the Song Family."
He'd be alone if he went back, and that would be too boring. He might as well stay with the Song Family. It was closer to the county yamen, and Mu'er could keep him company. Of course, most importantly, he could sleep with his wife there at night.
On his very first day here, his personal maid had nearly assassinated him in his sleep. Since then, Li Nuo hadn't trusted anyone in the household except his wife and Steward Wu.
With his wife by his side, he slept soundly.
When Li Nuo returned to the Song Family, he saw Song Mu'er practicing under Song Jiaren's guidance. Her little fists whipped through the air with a fearsome whoosh, and every punch was accompanied by a muffled thud. Li Nuo had no doubt that one of them could break his bones.
Steward Wu had said that Song Mu'er and her sister Song Ning'er both had excellent talent for the Martial Dao, but it seemed only Song Mu'er had embarked on the path of martial cultivation.
There were no shortcuts on the path of the Martial Dao. Talent and hard work were both