Stretching the Muscles

The more Lily Evans thought about it, the more excited she became: "I'm the Dean of the Royal Academy of Mathematics. Once I recruit a group of renowned scholars as liberal arts instructors, and since our academy's mathematics is already the best in the land, our descendants will be able to enroll without having to beg anyone or worry about the Gu Family's attitude!"

Alexander Hayes nodded, looking at Lily with admiration.

Though he wielded immense power, his background as a military general meant his influence among the civil officials was quite weak.

But if Lily's plan truly succeeded, then gradually, their own civil officials would enter the court, strengthening Alexander's weak points.

The more Lily spoke, the more excited she became. She simply sat down at her desk and began drafting her proposal.

Alexander watched Lily with a mix of helplessness and affection, shaking his head indulgently. Smiling, he walked over to the desk and started grinding ink for her.

In other households, it's always the husband reading and writing, while the wife serves tea and adds a touch of grace.

But in the Prince of Qin's Manor, everything was reversed: the Princess Consort wrote, while His Highness the Prince served tea, poured water, and ground ink for her.

Both of them were used to this arrangement. Lily was fully absorbed in writing her academy expansion plan.

After all, she was the Dean, and all matters in the Royal Academy of Mathematics were decided by her. Even if the Emperor asked, recruiting a few teachers and students for the academy was perfectly normal.

Such a proper and straightforward matter—there's nothing to nitpick. Even if the Emperor were bored out of his mind, he wouldn't trouble Lily over something so trivial.

Lily excitedly wrote and calculated, incorporating many modern educational concepts. After all, she was in charge of her own little domain and could implement whatever policies she wished.

Scholarship programs, class placement exams, rolling assessments, mock exams—she could use them all. Lily felt a rush of joy, finally able to put her talents to good use.

The proposal kept growing as she wrote, and before she knew it, it was deep into the night.

Alexander never rushed her. He watched from behind, amazed at every brilliant idea that flowed from Lily's pen.

Alexander couldn't help but marvel: How did Lily end up with such a clever and mischievous mind?

And he was delighted that such an outstanding woman had been coaxed into becoming his wife.

If they had children in the future, and those children were as smart and beautiful as Lily, wouldn't that be perfect?

Thinking about having children, His Highness the Prince, who was grinding ink beside her, suddenly lost focus. Staring at Lily's charming silhouette, he couldn't help but swallow nervously.

But he couldn't bear to disturb Lily's concentration, so he could only force himself to suppress the volcano in his heart.

"Yawn, finally finished!" Lily put down her pen, rubbed her eyes, and felt very satisfied with her work. Just as she stood up to stretch, she suddenly found herself swept up in Alexander's arms.

"My dear, you must be tired. Let me loosen up your muscles for you," Alexander said seriously, licking his lips.

Lily let out a little cry. After all that intense brainwork, she was momentarily spaced out, looking adorably dazed.

Seeing Lily like that, Alexander took a deep breath. His little wife—even the smallest expression or tone seemed to tempt him into mischief!

Alexander strode over and tossed Lily onto the bed. She rolled twice and cried out, "Ah! Weren't you just going to loosen my muscles!?"

"Mm, yes. First we take off your clothes, then we loosen your muscles. Come on, lie down, let me give you a good stretch..."

"Ah, no, you—you scoundrel!"

"Isn't it true that you love it when I act like a scoundrel? If I don't, how will we ever have children?"

"Help! Be gentle, no, ahhh..."