lcionline Chapter 186 Slaves Become Landowners!
Chapter 186 Slaves Become Landowners!
His Highness the King of Qin had very complicated feelings.
He really wanted to pull this woman into his arms and do something to her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
So he could only get angry with himself.
I shouldn't have waited at the door. In the end, I was waiting for someone, but then I got a comment like that. Even the best temper can't help but flare up.
Not to mention that Murong Jing already had a bad temper.
However, His Highness the King of Qin felt that this was entirely his own doing, so he could only silently signal Feng Yue to return to Fenghua Palace.
Feng Yue looked left and right, intending to give Consort Su a wink, but considering the weather, he figured his eyes might be so tired they'd cramp up and Consort Su wouldn't be able to see him, so he gave up.
So Feng Yue pushed the person towards Fenghua Palace, and his back view looked extremely desolate.
Su Mowan stared blankly for a moment, then looked at Qinghe, who was equally stunned, and asked, "Did I... say something wrong just now?"
Murong Jing left without saying a word. What's going on?
She greeted him very kindly.
Clearly, Qinghe didn't know what was going on either, but she pointed out the key point incisively.
"The prince seems to be angry."
"Angry?"
Su Mowan asked, puzzled, "What's she angry about?"
This is utterly baffling.
She only had time to say one sentence, and it was just a normal joke. Murong Jing can't even take a joke?
Qinghe seemed very scared: "Consort Su, the Prince has never been this angry before. Why don't you go and coax him?"
She's not a little kid anymore, why are you trying to coax her?
This kind of bad habit shouldn't be tolerated; the more you indulge it, the more it will thrive!
Su Mowan snorted, about to say it was none of her business and she didn't care what anyone did.
A guard by the door suddenly said in a weak voice, "Consort Su, the Prince has been waiting for you at the door for an hour."
"What? An hour?"
Su Mowan almost bit her own tongue.
Murong Jing actually waited for her at the door for over an hour? My goodness…
The guard repeated his words, and also mentioned that the King and Queen of Chu had been turned away.
Upon hearing the words "King of Chu," Su Mowan instantly felt guilty.
But then she thought about it and straightened her head again. She and the King of Chu were nothing now. She was upright and had nothing to fear.
However, the fact that Murong Jing had waited for more than an hour gave Su Mowan a bit of a headache.
"Qinghe, let's hurry back to Huangfeng Garden."
If I go back and cook two good dishes, that should be enough, right?
Su Mowan rushed off to prepare.
In fact, His Highness Prince Qin secretly regretted it as soon as he returned to Fenghua Palace. Lu Yifeng had said that one should never give a woman a hard time before getting her.
You can only give someone a cold shoulder after you've succeeded, and only if you're in the right!
His Highness the King of Qin thought for a moment, then felt a pang of regret. He didn't meet either of those criteria! The first one was self-explanatory, but the second one…
Su Mowan went to do important business; she didn't deliberately come back after dark. Her temper flared up somewhat inexplicably.
After thoroughly analyzing his own behavior, His Highness the King of Qin decided to take a stroll in Huangfeng Garden. The purpose, of course, is self-evident.
Feng Yue secretly rejoiced as he escorted the person towards Huangfeng Garden.
Just then, Su Mowan had already rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen. When Prince Qin arrived at Huangfeng Garden and learned of this, his expression immediately changed.
How should I put it? They went from looking like they were in debt to having the face of someone demanding repayment.
Feng Yue, who was hiding in the back, clearly felt this change. He was so happy that his shoulders shrugged, but he had to try his best to restrain himself, for fear of being discovered by his master.
His Highness the King of Qin raised his chin: "Go in first."
Feng Yue quickly suppressed his laughter and escorted the person into the main house.
If Su Mowan knew Murong Jing's true intentions for coming, she would definitely regret sweating profusely in the kitchen.
The thought of Murong Jing leaving without even giving her a cold look made her feel incredibly guilty again. She hadn't done anything wrong...
While Su Mowan was busy running around, His Highness Prince Qin was quite relaxed, strolling around and looking at things.
That instant transformation from slave to landowner was enough to make Feng Yue happy for ten days to half a month.
Feng Yue was laughing for a while, but then he felt bored. Laughing by himself always felt a bit lacking in atmosphere!
Thinking this, a moment later someone came in, it was Qinghe, pouting and unhappy.
Seeing that his master was having a great time shopping, Feng Yue pulled Qinghe aside and asked in a low voice, "Why are you like this? Did someone bully you?"
Qinghe pouted even more and gestured towards the kitchen, "They all think I'm clumsy and won't let me help. They kicked me out."
Actually, it wasn't Su Mowan who disliked Qinghe's clumsiness, but Yinshuang.
"Clumsy" is an understatement to describe Qinghe's destructive power; "doing more harm than good" would be a more apt description.
Su Mowan was too embarrassed to say anything, but Yinshuang wasn't embarrassed at all and simply pushed her out of the kitchen.
Seeing that Qinghe was really aggrieved, Feng Yue comforted her, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. Everyone has their strengths. You may be clumsy in the kitchen, but you'll always be good at something else."
Feng Yue meant well, but Qinghe felt even more hurt by his words.
However, with His Highness the Prince of Qin present, Qinghe could only whisper, "I may be clumsy, but you have to let me learn, right? If you won't let me touch anything, when will I ever stop being clumsy?"
Qinghe knew that if she wanted to get married in the future, she would first have to be a good cook. Even Yinshuang, who knew nothing about needlework, cooked quite well. Thinking about this, Qinghe felt even more useless.
Feng Yue didn't think too much about it and said directly, "If you don't know how, you don't know how. Why do you need to learn? There are cooks in the manor, so there's no need for you to help."
Qinghe glared at Feng Yue.
"Brother Feng, what are you saying? If I get married in the future... cough."
Qinghe realized her words were inappropriate halfway through and quickly cut off the rest. She didn't know why she had said such a thing in front of Feng Yue, and her face immediately turned red with embarrassment.
Although she hadn't finished speaking, Feng Yue already understood what she meant. When he saw Qinghe's slightly flushed face, he immediately found it a bit funny. Then he realized that, without realizing it, the little girl from back then had actually reached the age of marriage.
Seeing that she was embarrassed, Feng Yue had no choice but to change the subject, saying, "What dish is Consort Su making? It smells delicious."
When Qinghe was mentioned, she returned to normal, blinking her big eyes as she recalled, "What kind of chicken, what kind of fish, Mapo tofu, and shrimp that were fed with wine."
"..."
Is it drunken shrimp?
Feng Yue was completely confused and could only manage a forced smile.
About half an hour later, Su Mowan finally finished her work, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and asked Yinshuang to call someone to bring the dishes.
Qinghe couldn't help with cooking, so she could only put in extra effort when serving the dishes. Su Mowan was afraid that she would accidentally spill the dishes.
This time, Aunt Li absolutely refused to join the meal. Yinshuang glanced at Consort Su and silently withdrew. Qinghe originally wanted to stay, but seeing that Yinshuang had left, she had no choice but to follow suit.
Feng Yue looked at the delicious dishes on the table. Although he was very tempted, he also followed Yin Shuang and the other person out.
Su Mowan didn't ask anyone to stay, mainly because she had made a large portion of the dishes and had left an identical copy in the kitchen.
However, the two of them inevitably felt a little awkward.
After all, in Su Mowan's view, Murong Jing was still angry.
She rolled her eyes and could only fawn over Murong Jing by serving him food until his bowl was almost overflowing. Then she stopped eating and smiled at Murong Jing, saying, "Your Highness, please eat. I'll make more if you're not full!"
Murong Jing reluctantly accepted this gesture of goodwill.
He cleared his throat.
"I will let today's matter go, but who did you meet this afternoon?"
"Let's eat first, and then we can talk about it, okay?"
Su Mowan didn't intend to hide it, but it was obvious that eating was the most important thing right now. Murong Jing could just wait; she was already exhausted from preparing so many dishes.
Seeing that her attitude was relatively good, Murong Jing decided to let her off the hook for the time being.
Su Mowan ate with a hearty appetite, while Murong Jing, like a girl on a diet, only managed to swallow a single bite of food after a long while.
Su Mowan couldn't stand watching anymore after fiddling with it for a while.
She looked up and said, "Is it really that bad? It looks like you're barely eating it. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it. Your Highness, just tell me what you'd like to eat, and I'll make it again!"
Last time, Murong Jing clearly ate to his heart's content.
Su Mowan had just put down her chopsticks when she heard Murong Jing across from her say, "No need, but these shrimp... were they cooked in wine or soaked in wine?"
"I put the wine in."
Su Mowan answered readily, then asked doubtfully, "Is the method wrong? Or does it taste bad?"
She had originally put five drunken shrimp in Murong Jing's bowl, but now she saw that there were only two left.
Murong Jing glanced at her indifferently.
His eyes flickered slightly.
"There's nothing wrong with it. I just don't like the taste of wine."
Su Mowan blinked in surprise.
Surprisingly, there are men who don't like the taste of alcohol?
That's really strange.
Su Mowan quickly picked up her chopsticks and transferred the two remaining drunken shrimp from Murong Jing's bowl to her own, then piled several pieces of lean chicken into Murong Jing's bowl.
"I didn't add any wine to the chicken, so let's make do with this for today. I won't add any next time I make shrimp."
Outside, Yin Shuang, Qing He, Feng Yue, and Aunt Li set up another table and finished eating so quickly that they did so before Su Mowan could finish her meal.
Su Mowan had just put down the bowl she was holding when Yinshuang came in. Strangely, Feng Yue was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing Su Mowan craning her neck to look towards the door, Murong Jing said calmly, "Don't look anymore, Feng Yue has already gone back."
In other words, Murong Jing is going to sleep in her room tonight?
Su Mowan looked somewhat uneasy.
She felt very strange sleeping in the same bed with Murong Jing and was planning to avoid him for a few days. Who knew that Murong Jing would actually come and sleep here?
Yinshuang understood what her master meant when she heard this, and continued tidying up without expression. Qinghe, who came in later, was not so good; her little face was flushed.
After cleaning up the dishes, I helped her wash up.
After the two of them had finished getting ready and gone to bed, Su Mowan finally noticed that Murong Jing was acting strangely.
"Your face...it looks a little...a little off?"