My wife is a witch princess.

Fortunately, the writing system in this other world is not much different from the one here. Xia Li can read and write, so there is no need to teach her to read and write again. Otherwise, Song Che's head would have exploded.

With his hair feeling refreshed, Song Che turned off the hairdryer and said, "Electricity is very useful, but it's also very dangerous. Don't touch it out of curiosity, or you'll end up like a roasted meat. You can look at what's in magazines, but you need to think critically and not believe everything you read."

"...Yes, my comprehension is fine."

“Generally, it’s fine, but human language is profound and complex. Magazines use official language, which you can easily distinguish. But when you’re online or in everyday conversation, you need to remember to be discerning.” Song Che wanted Xia Li to know some differences in human spoken language, so he said, “Let me test you and see how well you understand it.”

"Okay, go ahead and take the test."

"If I say 'yes' to something, what do I really mean?"

"I acknowledge this."

"So what did I mean when I said 'yes, yes, yes'?"

"I completely agree with this."

"No, 'Yes, yes, yes' strongly disagrees with this, and is even a little impatient."

“…?” Xia Li held the magazine in her hands and tilted her head. “So if it’s ‘okay, okay, okay,’ it means something is wrong?”

Is Your Highness perhaps... a genius who understands things instantly?

"Yes."

"..." Xia Li's face suddenly became unusually calm. She touched the toothbrush and pressed hard with her fingertips. Her eyes made Song Che feel that she might use this thing to hit his head.

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly angry?"

“When you’re eating, if I want a drink of water, and you say ‘Give me, give me, give me,’ it means ‘I won’t give it to you.’” Xia Li’s blue eyes were filled with accusation.

"You have to consider the context. It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but rather that I want to give it all to you."

Xia Li's toothbrush stopped beside her, lost in confusion. She looked just like a high school student struggling to understand classical Chinese, knowing each character individually but unable to decipher their meaning when put together.

Song Che comforted her, "Take it slow, this can't be rushed. There are many examples like this. Last time we ate fish, [fish] and [with] were interchangeable characters, homophones with the same meaning. This is the charm of language."

“...The charm of language.” Xia Li repeated, then, as if remembering something, her ears suddenly turned red. She lowered her eyes and said softly, “I have a question for you.”

"Ask away."

“If a girl says ‘No, no, I don’t want it,’” Xia Li paused, as if choosing the right words, “doesn’t it… actually mean she wants it?”

“…Probably.” Song Che paused. “But with girls, it depends on the situation. Sometimes they really don’t want it, and sometimes they say no but they want it. Wait, you’re a girl asking me? But then again, you’re not exactly a girl…”

"..." Xia Li snapped the magazine shut, tossed her silver hair, turned and left, the bedroom door slamming shut behind her.

Inside the door, Xia Li leaned against the door panel, slowly slid down to sit on the ground, buried her burning face in her knees, and let her silver hair fall loose, covering her reddened ears.

That book—it's just not serious.

Song Che also started acting inappropriately.

Xia Li turned her head to the side, got up and lay on the pillow. One hand secretly reached for the mattress. She pulled out a book, glanced at it carefully, and immediately put it back. Her breath was hot as images uncontrollably popped into her mind.

"...Witches wouldn't look at this."

She covered her head with the blanket, leaving only the tips of her silver hair showing.

……

What's wrong with her?

Song Che was left standing there, increasingly confused. Before he could finish speaking, the person had vanished. Even this prince had to maintain his manners, so he scratched his head, went to the living room, and turned off the lights.

Snapped--

Darkness gently entered the room. Song Che returned to his bedroom, closed the door, and instead of lying down immediately, he leaned against the headboard and looked out the window.

Snowflakes drifted down, covering the opposite rooftops in a layer of white; everything felt so real.

My mind is always active before I go to sleep.

Song Che had a premonition that he would have trouble sleeping tonight.

He traveled through time, then traveled back again, and the witch descended with him. She broke her leg and was picked up by him. He taught her to wash dishes, cook, brush her teeth, and wash her face. Now, that stubborn witch is sleeping next door.

By the way, she blushed just now, right?

Song Che didn't see it clearly and thought he must have seen it wrong.

His Highness's most frequent expression is calmness, followed by blank stare. All other emotions are expressed with a calm expression. At most, he might tap someone's head when he's angry, or purse his lips and remain silent when he's sad.

I wonder if Xia Li will have trouble sleeping tonight.

Song Che lay down and looked around the room aimlessly. There were two bedside tables on either side of him. The right one contained some medicine, and the left one contained... what was it again?

He couldn't remember for a moment.

……

Xia Li took off her pajama pants, crawled into bed, and hugged the sunflower on the bedside table, her eyes constantly glancing at the mattress where she had just placed the book.

She bent her knees, leaned against the headboard, and looked away, her gaze falling on her calves.

The scars on her calves were starting to fade, and her knees were still slightly red and swollen, but her attention wasn't on them; she wanted to see what was drawn on the back of the book.

Last time, Song Che grabbed her hand and called her "Mom," and didn't let go until midnight. Xia Li wandered around the room, eventually reaching the bedside table. Feeling itchy, she opened it and took a look. It was a book with blurry pictures.

She thought that reading was a good way to understand a world, so she randomly turned to a page and read for a while by the moonlight. She could vaguely make out the words. As the story unfolded, a girl was shouting, "No, no!"

Xia Li felt sorry for the girl and thought the boy was awful.

...I can't think about it anymore.

Xia Li crawled under the covers, pulled them over her head, and forced herself to sleep. This kind of immoral behavior was heartbreaking to even look at. His Highness's manners were quite different from those of that little rascal.

She's always been very serious!

……

The snow fell silently all night.

When Song Che woke up, a smile still lingered on his lips. He suspected that the scent of the magic potion on Xia Li's body must have a sleep-inducing effect. He had been having trouble sleeping, but after getting into bed, the fragrance quickly lulled him into a dream.

I get up and glance at my phone.

7:00

The exam is still a while away.

morning:

7:30-9:30 speech

9:45-11:45 counting

in the afternoon:

2:00-4:30 Science Comprehensive Exam

4:45–6:45

I got out of bed, put on my socks, and searched for a long time, but all I found were Xia Li's lace stockings.

Song Che went barefoot, wearing sandals, to brush his teeth and wash up.

Xia Li was already at the washbasin, her face even more tense than usual.

"Good morning, Your Highness. Did you sleep well last night?"

"……fine."

Xia Li answered faster than usual, her voice ethereal and somewhat detached from reality.

Chapter 28 Routine Examination

Boys and girls are just different. Song Che had finished washing up and scratched his messy hair in front of the mirror. He turned his head and saw Xia Li still struggling with her messy silver hair. After sleeping all night, her unruly silver hair stood up again, shimmering with golden edges in the sunlight.

Song Che could tell that Xia Li was a restless sleeper; the sheets were probably rolled up in a ball from her kicking. He didn't dare to imagine who would sleep with her, or whether they would be kicked awake in the middle of the night and then kicked to death in bed.

"I'm going to buy breakfast, you can take your time combing your hair."

"...I want to go too."

"I'll be right up." Song Che pulled out a few small black hair ties from his pocket. He had asked the doctor for them when he went to the small clinic to change his dressing the day before yesterday, but he had forgotten to give them to her. "Put your hair up and wait for me. It's not very convenient to keep it down like this."

Song Che went downstairs to buy breakfast.

Xia Li held the black ring in her hand and spread it out in her palm.

What should be the first step?

In her original world, maids would style her hair, and magic would keep it forever smooth. But here, she had to do everything herself.

She walked to the mirror and saw her silver hair and those confused blue eyes. She picked up a comb, dipped it in water, and began combing her hair from the top to the ends, her movements gradually becoming smoother. Then, imitating the maid she remembered, she used her fingers to gather her hair up, while her other hand tried to loosen the hair tie—

The first time, the rubber band snapped back and wrapped around my fingertip.

The second time, half of her hair slipped through her fingers.

It wasn't until the third time that the girl in the mirror had a different silhouette.

Her silver hair was tied up, revealing her fair neck and ears, with a few stray strands brushing against her cheeks.

The aloofness that enveloped her seemed to be softened a bit by this simple hairstyle—the high ponytail made her look more like a girl her age, but the otherworldly quality in her eyes still set her apart.

She washed up, and her movements were much more practiced than yesterday.

They no longer stare blankly at the toothbrush when brushing their teeth, and they know to look down at the sink when rinsing their mouths.

After washing her hands, she stood in front of the door, staring blankly at the spot where Song Che had left. For a moment, Xia Li felt as if she had returned to that empty castle. What if Song Che didn't come back? Would she have to wait another hundred years...?

About a few minutes.

"Xia Li, please open the door for me."

"...They're here!"

She dried her hands, jogged over, and opened the door.

Song Che carried three bags of boxed xiaolongbao in one hand, the soup sloshing inside the thin skin, and in the other hand he carried soy milk and hot and sour soup, the plastic bags steaming with white mist.

"Don't eat too much in the morning, just a light snack is fine." He placed the breakfast on the small table, then turned to the living room to pack his schoolbag—two black pens, a sharpened pencil, and an eraser in a hidden compartment. After checking, he zipped it up.

"...Can I come along?"