"Mo Mo, making you grind ink really does suit you. Who knows what kind of love potion you fed my father? A poor country boy actually dreaming of climbing into my family."
As she ground the ink, Zhang Shu grew angrier the more she thought about it.
Fang Yue was just a poor country boy. So what if he had luckily passed as a Martial Scholar? Now he treated her home like his own, mooching food and drink without the slightest shame.
Her father was muddleheaded too. Why would he think of marrying her off to such a penniless bore?
He had only passed as a Martial Scholar last year, yet this year he wanted to become an Imperial Martial Candidate.
He could not even write properly. Could he pass the Martial Strategy exam?
Perhaps taking the Imperial Martial Exam was only an excuse. His true aim was to use her father to get close to her.
The more Zhang Shu thought about it, the angrier she became, and her hand unconsciously exerted more force.
Zhang Shu had also reached the second stage of Skin Tempering. Though women were naturally weaker than men, she still possessed the strength of a thousand jin.
Crack—
The ink stick in her hand instantly shattered.
Zhang Shu had never expected this. She did not react at all.
She only felt her vision go black, followed by a cold sensation and a thick, foul ink smell rushing into her nose.
"Shu'er, what are you doing?"
Seeing Zhang Shu with ink splashed all over her face, Zhang Baiyang felt a wave of headache.
She had messed it up again.
He had only asked her to grind some ink, yet she still caused him such worry. For a moment, Zhang Baiyang felt as though he had aged