NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 371 - 371: Space Upgrade
Chapter 371: Chapter 371: Space Upgrade
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Having his intentions exposed, Yang Wang inwardly wished he could shut Yang Ye’s mouth.
“Hey, that’s not right, I’m not like that,” he protested in his defense, his face going dark, “I’ve been smitten by Miss Qiao since the first sight and just came to check on her.”
“Now that you’ve shown your concern, shouldn’t you get back to your main tasks? It was Cen Hong who attacked her,” Yang Ye pointed out.
“Well… I’ll report today’s events to my father. But before that, I plan to stay here in Anping Village until I’m sure that Miss Qiao is safe.”
Will Emperor Yongan really think he is forging alliances with the officials by courting a village girl in a small mountain village?
Qiao Xiaomai
Are both Yang Ye and Yang Wang planning to settle down in the village?
This sucks!
Yang Ye’s brows immediately knitted together at this development. He found himself looking at Qiao Xiaomai.
Dressed in coarsely woven cloth, without makeup — she stood tall, her eyes bright and teeth white. Although her face was playful in a way, her personality was as rigid as steel — a strange, but perfect mix of conflicting qualities.
Oh dear!
Why is she so intriguing!
Her cooking tastes great too. So good, that she has been able to earn thousands of taels with a wave of her finger.
No wonder Yang Wang keeps hanging around her doorstep!
Yang Ye exhaled with annoyance, pointing at Qiao Xiaomai, “You go cook.”
His father, the emperor, had once given him a secret decree, stating that in case of an emergency he could open it.
And right now, he was in an emergency!
Being his junior brother yet having no actual power, it was such a headache dealing with Yang Wang.
Before long, Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami returned home. Finding out that Qiao Xiaomai was safe, they helped prepare lunch.
Meanwhile, Yang Ye and Yang Wang were trading banter under the willow tree, sitting at a small table.
Tong Sanlang sat silent, looking as weak as before, barely able to lift his arms.
Once lunch was ready, Qiao Xiaomai, claiming that their social status prevented them from eating together, retired to the kitchen with the rest of her family and Tong Sanlang to eat around the stove.
As Tong Sanlang lacked the strength to lift his arm, she fed him from a bowl with a pair of chopsticks.
Qiao Changshun watched with great satisfaction.
Just now, when Tong Sanlang readily stepped forward to defend Qiao Xiaomai, and now as Qiao Xiaomai is feeding Tong Sanlang gently.
There was something in these interactions that had caught his attention.
There definitely was something.
After this chain of events today, finally some good news!
After lunch, Yang Ye started drafting a court memorandum, right there on the small table in Qiao Xiaomai’s house; a ten thousand-character-long draft done in one go.
Yang Wang, sitting in front of him and under his watchful gaze, could only try to stick to the facts and steer clear of making any interpretative comments.
And thus, the two princes spent the whole afternoon at Qiao Xiaomai’s house, only returning to the Tong family’s new house after dinner.
After resting the whole afternoon, Tong Sanlang had regained some strength by evening, although it was still Qiao Changshun who finally had to use his cart to send him home.
After an eventful day, Tong Sanlang obviously wasn’t coming over tonight. Qiao Xiaomai tossed and turned in her bed for a while before eventually falling asleep.
In the dead of the night.
Thin tendrils of what looked like mist appeared in her room, gathering from her body before filling the room and spreading out in all directions.
The surroundings, originally veiled in chaos, regained clarity as the tendrils melded into them.
Her room… had expanded.
The next day, as the sun rose, as was their routine, Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami got up early; However, Qiao Xiaomai didn’t wake up till mid-morning.
Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi were already up and working by the time a groggy Xiaomai stepped out of her house. Even after a quick breakfast, she could barely keep her eyes open.
However, she wanted to check on Tong Sanlang and so, stifling her yawning, she casually filled a basket with dried tofu and prepared to set out.
Just then, a limping Qiao Changshun hurried over. His rugged face etched with shock and excitement, he gasped, “Xiaomai, Xiaomai, something big has happened!”