[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal":3,"chapter-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-367":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},596640,846,"Chapter 367: The Glorious Past of Little Li: Any Miss Who Stays with Him Is Doomed","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-367",367,"\u003Cp>\"Sir, what are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo greeted somewhat sheepishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old scholar stared at Li Mo, leaning back slightly before his face instantly darkened, as if facing a formidable enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"None of your business. Go play somewhere else and don’t cause trouble here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s wrong with this child?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xuliang asked in confusion. He only knew that Brother Li’s child had been frail since birth and might share some sympathy with Bing'er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected the teacher to react so strongly upon seeing Li Mo, as if his fur had been ruffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old scholar, fuming, began recounting Li Mo’s \"glorious exploits\" in meticulous detail:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On his very first day of school, he blew up the outhouse with firecrackers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, haha, boys will be boys. Most of us have done something like that as kids. I even joined Brother Li in blowing up cow dung once.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was inside at the time,\" the old scholar gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xuliang fell silent for a moment before forcing a smile to console him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boys will be mischievous, but it’s through a teacher’s guidance that they grow into proper men. Just teach him well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s exactly what I thought. But not long after, he and his classmates held a contest in my garden to see who could pee the farthest. My precious orchids, which I’d nurtured for years—all dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old scholar clutched his chest in anguish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, uh... don’t they say organic fertilizer is good for plants? And the school outhouse had collapsed at the time...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo’s voice trailed off weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who blew up the outhouse?!\" The old scholar’s eyes bulged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Ying Xuliang, Ying's mother covered her mouth, her eyes twinkling with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qinghe County was small, and the couple had once been students of the old scholar themselves, classmates with Li Dalong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Teacher, relieving oneself outdoors isn’t such a big deal...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ask him who he did it with!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"??\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo blinked in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The antics of his childhood were already hazy after so many years, and the awakening of his prenatal memories had blurred them further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He took a little girl with him! Taught her to pee standing up and competed to see who could go farther!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Li Mo fell into deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he really done something that legendary?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he remembered were the incidents that left the old scholar \"righteously furious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying's mother’s smile froze, and her gaze toward him grew noticeably more cautious, as if sizing up a tiny terrorist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xuliang laughed awkwardly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jade must be carved to become a vessel, jade must be carved...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The problem is, this little demon can’t even grasp the sages’ teachings. Just like his father, he’s not cut out for studying.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"'A man must have principles'—that’s what my dad taught me...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo scratched the back of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway, Miss Bing is already ill and shouldn’t be agitated. I only dared to let her attend school because this little troublemaker wasn’t there anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old scholar shook his head, his anger fading into a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was mischievous, but clever—just not in ways that served his studies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no sign of the \"ice block,\" Li Mo grew anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To untie the bell, one must find the one who tied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a dreamscape formed from Bing'er’s emotions and memories. If he couldn’t meet its owner, how could he break the illusion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time was also running short—he couldn’t wait for days to pass in the dream before trying again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calamity beast would strike the Ying household tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was Li Mo, the prodigy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when it came to charming old men—he had a reputation to uphold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, a prodigal’s return is more precious than gold. Truth is, I did pay attention in class.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What exactly did you learn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You once wrote a poem just for me, urging me to study.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo clasped his hands solemnly, spinning his tale with conviction:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sadly, I was too young to appreciate its wisdom. Only now do I understand the depth of your care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old scholar stroked his beard, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had he ever written such a poem?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a scholar who prized his reputation, composing a masterpiece was unforgettable, no matter how aged. Besides, with Li Mo around, he’d been too busy fearing for his life to even think of poetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Mo had already picked up a stick and begun writing in the dirt with theatrical precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the relentless drilling of compulsory education, reciting classics was second nature to him—not just textbook verses, but many extracurricular gems his teachers had shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For motivational student pieces, the theme of \"exhortation to study\" was evergreen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After discarding mismatched options, he settled on one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Youth fades as learning thrives, $2ot a moment to waste arrives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware of spring’s green dream, $2utumn chills the wutong’s stream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying's mother, born into a scholarly family, had an eye for literature. The poem gave her pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Onlookers—guests and Ying clansmen alike—crowded around, murmuring in admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old scholar flushed, flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The verse was exquisite, but he’d had no hand in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This was originally my crude attempt, which you polished and returned to me. You even said you’d hang it at the school entrance to inspire others.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo smoothly offered the old man an out—loudly, ensuring the crowd heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Praise rained down, with guests vowing to enroll their children in his school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flood of flattery left the old scholar glowing, his chest swelling with pride:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This little... ahem, Li Mo does show promise. Finally applying himself to study!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Return to school after the New Year, and keep this up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for your guidance, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Mo bowed earnestly, hands clasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xuliang watched the beaming teacher, then studied the boy with a deeper gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Ying, may I visit Sister Bing now? I won’t cause any trouble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very well. Wife, take Li Mo with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Xuliang nodded. Since his wife was heading there anyway to deliver a meal, she led Li Mo through the sprawling Ying estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mansion was far grander than he remembered—elegant, refined, a world apart from the Li family’s rustic compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a child, he hadn’t noticed, but now it struck him: no ordinary Eastern Wasteland Domain county town could boast such splendor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How has Sister Bing'er been lately?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s fallen strangely ill.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying's mother sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her body turns icy in waves, and she refuses to speak. We hoped sending her to school might help—being around children her age...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mid-sentence, she caught herself. Why was she confiding in a child?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversation lapsed as they reached the secluded courtyard’s side chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door was shut, but cold seeped through the cracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>........\u003C\u002Fp>",1130,"2026-05-30T17:19:00.270Z","2026-06-01T04:31:46.286Z",1,"novelbin.me","169e336a21dde7164f8003e6ac2d2e6f8acd32eacac76774d90ed3752b520984","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-368","investing-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-chapter-366",737,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Finvesting-in-the-reborn-empress-she-actually-cal-cover.jpg"]