Novel Full Chapter 1749 - 1748: Difficult to Speak Out
Chapter 1749: Chapter 1748: Difficult to Speak Out
Tong Sanlang, “…What you said makes a lot of sense.”
“So just eat already,” Qiao Xiaomai said as she ladled a bowl of Divine Loach Soup for him.
Big loaches, after all, they say loach soup boosts virility.
This bowl of loach soup was something Tong Sanlang absolutely had to finish.
The God Catfish itself was incredibly delicious, and this large bowl of Divine Loach Soup was made by Qiao Xiaomai using water from the Spiritual Spring, making it even more exceptional. Tong Sanlang, drinking Divine Loach Soup for the first time, felt it was even tastier than Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.
After he finished one bowl, Qiao Xiaomai directly placed the large soup bowl in front of him. “It’s all yours; I’m having seafood.”
The manor and Capital City were both far from the ocean. Now staying in the warm climate of the Three Kingdoms, there was an abundance of seafood to choose from.
Just as Bei Lingsu and Bei Yun believed this place was a vast medicinal field, she thought of it as a grand culinary garden, filled with delicacies she couldn’t find back in the Capital City.
“Once the canal construction is completed, why don’t we come here every year for a few months?” she suggested.
Now that the Divine Tree Tribe and Yuchi Country had become part of Daqi territory, and Ailiusa as well as Shen Bai were stationed here, it would be perfectly reasonable to come live here for a few months annually, and travel would be convenient.
“That will depend on the former emperor’s decision,” Tong Sanlang replied.
Yang Wenxiao was truly aging. Without Qiao Xiaomai’s Spiritual Spring water to sustain him, his aging process would be both rapid and highly apparent. When Yang Hao arrived, he pointed out how Yang Wenxiao’s aging had accelerated dramatically in the past six months. If not for Yang Hao and Bei Lingsu being tied up with their own duties, Yang Hao would have long arranged for Qiao Xiaomai to return to the Capital City under escort.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…We could just bring the former emperor along.”
“Let’s discuss it some other time,” Tong Sanlang said as he continued sipping his soup. Yang Wenxiao was old and couldn’t endure the rigors of travel.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…”
She shot Tong Sanlang a slightly aggrieved look, then angrily bit into a crab leg, crunching it loudly.
“Hey, let me help you with that,” Tong Sanlang said, immediately setting down his spoon upon hearing the noise.
“No need, I’ll do it myself.” She was, after all, stronger than Tong Sanlang.
“Uh… You’re upset, aren’t you?” Tong Sanlang asked cautiously.
“No,” Qiao Xiaomai shook her head.
“You’re definitely upset…” Tong Sanlang pursed his lips, recalling their earlier conversation. Tentatively, he suggested, “How about this—next year, I’ll accompany you here for a few months annually?”
“No need. The former emperor’s health isn’t good. It might be best to stay in the Capital City,” she replied.
Tong Sanlang, “…”
She really was upset.
He didn’t say another word. Qiao Xiaomai glanced up at him, noticing his apprehensive expression as he watched her. Her hand, tearing into the crab, stilled. “What is it?”
“If it’s what you want, then we’ll come here every year,” Tong Sanlang repeated his earlier promise.
“No need. After the canal is finished, transporting seafood to the Capital City will become much easier. There’s no need to come all the way out here,” she said.
Tong Sanlang, “…”
He pursed his lips and responded with an “alright” before picking up his spoon to resume drinking his loach soup.
Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai continued dismantling the crab in her hand.
Neither of them said another word as they silently finished off the dishes on the table. After dinner, the maid cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks while Qiao Xiaomai went to bathe, and Tong Sanlang returned to the bedroom. After a day of traveling and assisting Yang Ye with administrative matters, his mind felt weary.
By the time Qiao Xiaomai returned, he was already asleep, lying flat on the bed with his hands resting at his sides, his breathing steady.
Qiao Xiaomai, “…”
The conversation hadn’t happened.
The strange tension lingering between her and Tong Sanlang—when would it ever be resolved…
Qiao Xiaomai had finally summoned the courage to bring things out into the open, only for Tong Sanlang to be too preoccupied to listen. She had no choice but to swallow her words back down.
Time slipped away quickly, and before long, it was the twelfth lunar month.