Chapter 853 - 852: Song · Problematic · 6th Prince

The noodles were quickly served, and everyone was hungry, so they didn’t care about stories or plots. They picked up their big bowls and slurped noodles and rice noodles.

It’s fine to work up a sweat while eating; just wipe it with a tissue, then blow on it with a fan – very refreshing.

Mu Qiu was worried that the broth from the noodles would get on her clothes, so she ate very carefully, but every time she lifted a noodle, it was a bit nerve-wracking.

By the end, she was quite tired of it.

Cheng Zhirang asked the vendor for an extra bowl and placed it in front of her. Using new chopsticks, he picked up the noodles from her bowl and rolled them into a coil, putting them in the empty bowl, draining the juice from vegetables and fried eggs, and placing them together,

"Eat it like this," he said in a low voice.

Mu Qiu pursed her lips and turned to smile at him, her eyes curved, bright and sunny.

Watching them, Guan Yu felt a pang of jealousy and kept muttering.

"Spring is obviously over, why hasn’t the sour smell of love passed yet?"

"Is he a boyfriend or a brother or a dad? Even the noodles need to be rolled up, tsk."

The more she spoke, the more sour she felt, picking up a chopstick full of noodles and slurping hard, grunting twice.

"I thought you should be a 5G expert surfing the internet every day, didn’t you even hear terms like brother-style boyfriend or dad-style boyfriend?" said Zhu Qi, slurping his noodles and speaking whenever he looked up from the neighboring table.

Others also listened, Li Yang leaned over and asked, "Are there such terms? Is there also a younger brother-style boyfriend?"

"Yeah. I see your frequency in commenting on Weibo is quite high, you’re quite the surfing expert, how come you don’t know this?"

Li Yang: "Oh, I haven’t surfed to that wave yet."

Song Weili sat next to him, glanced at the slow-moving Shu Ran, and said, almost pityingly, "Sister Shu Ran, have you only eaten this little and you’re already full?"

The noodles in Shu Ran’s bowl were the smallest portion, and now there’s still a third left, and her pace of picking noodles has slowed.

After several episodes of the show, the whole country knows she doesn’t dare eat much to maintain her on-camera figure. But seeing her eat so little in person is still quite surprising.

Shu Ran didn’t pretend, put down her chopsticks: "I purposely ordered the noodles I disliked the most, and the smallest portion. But unexpectedly, it’s still quite a lot, and there’s a bit left I can’t finish."

An Zhou picked noodles and said: "You’re definitely eating too little, maintaining a figure shouldn’t always be this way."

Xu Jihua: "Eat a little more when you’re exercising heavily, you’re prone to low blood sugar like this."

Shu Ran shook her head and said it’s okay.

Guan Yu stood up, glanced at her bowl, then looked at her own nearly empty big bowl, and quietly sat down.

"No need for that, Sister Guan Yu," Mu Qiu said softly while eating the rolled noodles, "it’s not the first time you know that what you eat is five, six, seven, eight times as much as Sister Shu Ran."

Guan Yu: "......Do you have to say? Eat your love noodles!"

She shrugged, took a bite of the fried egg, and started whispering to Cheng Zhirang.

About when they’d eaten enough, there was another commotion among the crowd, Mu Qiu liked to watch the excitement, raised her head immediately upon hearing it.

A girl supporting actress in a bright red ancient costume walked over from the other side, her role seemed as important as the Miss Bai from earlier, there was even a maid holding an umbrella for her.

Mu Qiu nudged Cheng Zhirang’s elbow: "Here comes another one looking for you?"

Cheng Zhirang glanced quickly, shook his head: "Probably not."

It should be someone else’s turn, right?

Others saw too, the supporting actress walking towards them was quite pretty, especially with a kind of dignified, unassertive temperament, very real.

She elegantly walked over holding the maid’s hand, then paused a few meters outside the noodle stand, frowned, scanned the area, and saluted in Cheng Zhirang’s direction.

"Your Highness, something has happened in the Eastern Palace, I can’t find you, I heard from Consort Bai that you were out shopping the market with Miss Mu, so I had to come here to find you."

Mu Qiu nudged Cheng Zhirang again: "See? Still looking for you."

Cheng Zhirang was somewhat headache-ridden, wondering why his role had so much plot.

He put down his chopsticks, wiped his lips, and, expressionless, looked at the supporting actress, trying to enter their plot: "What happened?"

"People came from the palace saying Sixth Prince Your Highness has always been out, hasn’t returned, they asked if you had seen him."

Sixth Prince Your Highness?

Mu Qiu glanced at Song Weili over there, thinking is there a new plot coming? Are these stories being linked?

Song Weili himself was quite puzzled, still asking Xu Jihua next to him: "Brother, was she talking about the Sixth Prince Your Highness in our story? Is it me?"

Xu Jihua thought it quite likely, but still said, "Listen more, I guess it’s you."

"Did Sixth Brother not tell palace people where he was going when he left the palace?" Cheng Zhirang asked.

That girl shook her head: "Apparently not, which is why the palace sent someone out in such a panic. Your Highness, you also know, given Sixth Prince Your Highness’s... manner, going out alone might be dangerous."

Her expression was quite subtle, as if saying "our Sixth Prince is intellectually deficient, likely to be easily deceived."

Guan Yu looked up at Song Weili and Xu Jihua: "I remember when we designed it, we only said this prince was quite simple, right? Did I misremember? Did we design him as a prince with a screw loose?"

Song · the prince with a screw loose · Weili: "...I’m sitting here fine."

Li Yang: "I went back and watched a recently hot palace drama, where with few exceptions among early-born princes, later princes are either disabled or idiots, some have the mental age of five or six. Which one do you say you are?"

Song Weili: "Why do I have to choose among these?! Can’t I be normal?!"

Mu Qiu thought their conversation was quite funny, laughed twice along. Unexpectedly, that girl immediately turned the focus on her.

"Miss Mu, is this how Mu Mansion taught you manners? Not greeting me when you see me?"

Mu Qiu: "Huh?"

She looked around, Guan Yu and Li Yang’s schadenfreude-filled expressions were obvious, clearly watching the excitement.

Guan Yu: "Go on, play a tea ceremony again, let’s see what other ways you have to vie for favor?"

Mu Qiu was speechless, sat up straight, first asked the girl, "Miss, don’t take offense, I’d like to ask, are you surnamed Zhang or Bai or what? So that I can make a targeted reaction."

"...My surname is Zhang."

"Oh, Miss Zhang. It’s like this, I remember you were only given a marriage, haven’t married into the Eastern Palace yet, right? Do you think you can really enter the Eastern Palace in the end? Using the Crown Princess Consort title to pressure people now isn’t good, is it?"

Miss Zhang was clearly at a higher level than the Miss Bai before, didn’t mind Mu Qiu’s retort at all, but addressed Cheng Zhirang again, saluting:

"Your Highness, although I’ve yet to enter the Eastern Palace, this matter is already set. I don’t mind how you and Miss Mu are affectionate, as long as you break it off after marriage, or if you’re really reluctant, you can take a concubine into the Eastern Palace, I’m okay with it."

"Wow," Li Yang’s eyes lit up, "main wife and concubine?"