After Becoming the Villain Mother-in-Law, I Launch My Redemption Arc Chapter 26: An Overwhelming Display of Intelligence

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

ng Yao swallowed with difficulty, how should she tell Zhao Xiaohua that she wasn’t lonely?

The little girl’s serious deanor was truly hard to resist.

ng Yao gathered her thoughts and squeezed out a few tears, "With you all by my side, and mories of your father in my heart, how could I be lonely?"

Zhao Xiaohua tilted her head, "But Widow Wu also has children, she surely carries mories of her deceased husband too."

"Xiaohua, feelings are not all the sa." The perpetually single ng Yao struggled to explain to the little girl the nature of her relationship with Zhao Ting.

Is it hard?

Very hard!

After reciting a poem and explaining its aning to Zhao Xiaohua, the little girl was moved to tears and believed that ng Yao was not lonely.

Her mother was filled with mories of her father, so how could she be lonely?

ng Yao was worried that these thoughts might affect Zhao Xiaohua’s unford understanding of feelings, so she added, "It’s not as if one can only stay with one man for a lifeti. When two feelings are mutual, steadfast, growing old together, that’s great. But with feelings, no one can guarantee they’ll always remain the sa. Suppose, just suppose, in the future when Xiaohua gets married, and if halfway through Xiaohua’s husband changes his heart, I hope Xiaohua would be resolute and leave that unfaithful husband."

Zhao Xiaohua was a bit perplexed.

"Why would he change his heart?"

"There are many reasons for a change of heart. eting soone more likable. Or, because of life’s trivialities. Or perhaps, soone doesn’t like Xiaohua, so they stir up problems." ng Yao thought for a mont.

These should be the reasons, right?

eting soone more likable, commonly known as an affair.

Life’s trivialities may seem inconspicuous, but they sap a relationship.

Stirring up trouble could be a mother-in-law disliking her daughter’s husband or a mother disliking her son’s wife.

These were all the factors ng Yao could think of that could affect a marriage.

"eting soone more likable, there’s no redy for that. Trivialities, those should be avoidable, right? Stirring up trouble—" Zhao Xiaohua paused, "Who dares to cause trouble, I’ll handle them! Mom, I’ll definitely learn how to dislocate joints, and make them ache."

ng Yao’s lips twitched.

This girl had an unusual thought process indeed.

"Aunt Zhao, Xiaohua."

Tao Hua approached, wearing a peach blossom dress and embroidered shoes, her figure swayed gently, and her beauty was fully displayed. Her face bore a gentle smile, and her eyes had a hint of mist, which, after a few glances, naturally evoked affection from others.

Zhao Xiaohua grabbed ng Yao’s hand with a wary expression.

Tao Hua might be a seductress, capable of charming people.

ng Yao nodded slightly at Tao Hua, avoiding eye contact throughout.

"Where are you going?" Tao Hua asked warmly.

"Heading to the riverbank to get so sand." Zhao Xiaohua had already glanced at Tao Hua several tis, and facing her question, Zhao Xiaohua could not resist answering.

"Why do you need sand?" Tao Hua pressed.

"My mom wants to teach how to read." Zhao Xiaohua blurted out.

ng Yao pinched Zhao Xiaohua, causing her to flinch and glare at Tao Hua, then dragged ng Yao to leave.

"Mom, Tao Hua is really scary; does that an she can know whatever she wants?" Seeing that Tao Hua hadn’t caught up, Zhao Xiaohua finally stopped, panting heavily.

She’s chubby, so running is always a bit taxing.

"Avoid looking into her eyes, and you shouldn’t be too affected." ng Yao said.

"Oh right, she’s dressed too nicely, I couldn’t help but look several tis." Zhao Xiaohua said, feeling a bit embarrassed.

ng Yao pinched Zhao Xiaohua’s chubby cheeks, "It’s nothing, don’t worry, we’ll take it slow."

"Should we tell everyone about Tao Hua..." Zhao Xiaohua got stuck with her words.

ng Yao understood what she wanted to say.

"Do you have evidence? No. And talking about it, others may not believe you, they might even think you’re out of your mind." ng Yao said, "Plus, Tao Hua hasn’t done anything harmful to anyone yet. Alright, don’t think too much about it. We’ll find a way when we get there."

ng Yao and Zhao Xiaohua carried a basket full of river sand ho, of course, wet river sand couldn’t be used; it had to be spread out, dried, sifted through to get the finest sand before writing on the sieve.

"Mom, we could use a slate and the charcoal pencil you used yesterday." Zhao Xiaohua suggested.

"Writing on sand can be easily erased with a swipe. On slate, it requires a damp cloth to clean, and it might not even be as clean, then you have to wait for it to dry..." ng Yao explained.

Once the sand was dry, ng Yao brought it in a tray to Zhao Xiaoshu’s room.

Teaching one is teaching, teaching two is also teaching.

There was so much sand in the tray, that writing with a twig wasn’t very clear.

"Mom, we could make so frad square trays, laying a thin layer of fine sand, that way, writing with a twig will directly reveal the wooden board, making the writing clearer." Zhao Xiaoshu said while gesturing.

"Do you want to make them?"

Zhao Xiaoshu nodded, "It’s very simple."

ng Yao brought out Zhao Xiaoshu’s tools and found a few flat boards.

After hamring, chiseling, and polishing, it only took half a day for Zhao Xiaoshu to make three wooden trays.

Without nails and glue, they were seamlessly crafted. At this mont, ng Yao believed in Zhao Xiaoshu’s claim that he had learned all there is to know about woodworking.

She witnessed the mortise and tenon joinery, which was sought after in later generations yet mastered by few.

"Will this work?" Zhao Xiaoshu asked expectantly.

"Yes, absolutely. Xiaoshu, you’re amazing," ng Yao praised unreservedly.

Each having a wooden tray, ng Yao began her teaching journey.

The three companions embarked on their studies, starting with the "Three Character Classic."

First, reading fluently, then morizing it.

ng Yao anticipated it would take so ti to finish teaching.

Yet Zhao Xiaoshu morized it in one go.

"I rembered it when Second Brother was reading it," Zhao Xiaoshu admitted honestly.

"When was that?" ng Yao asked.

Since, during Zhao Dahe’s education, Zhao Xiaoshu was only two?

"When I was five, once I heard Second Brother recite it." Zhao Xiaoshu answered.

Five years old!

ng Yao felt a bit inferior because at five, she could barely morize a few short poems, and that was with repetitive reading.

By comparison, Zhao Xiaohua was much more normal.

After ng Yao read it once, Zhao Xiaohua rembered three lines.

After another read, she still only rembered three lines.

This wasn’t rely slow; it was exceptionally slow.

After all, Zhao Xiaohua wasn’t five, but nine years old.

ng Yao nearly despaired.

Zhao Xiaohua was also distressed, with Xiaoshu being so smart, the pressure was intense.

ng Yao glanced at Zhao Xiaoshu, and an idea struck, "Xiaoshu, teach your sister to morize it. When she’s morized it well, we’ll start recognizing characters. Don’t view it as a waste of ti; teaching is also a way to reinforce your own learning. Through repeated reading, one’s mory will beco very strong."

Zhao Xiaoshu nodded.

ng Yao was delighted, "Take your ti learning, I’ll go make sothing delicious for you all."