"..." Mu Shaoling shouted, "You traitor!"
Capital City
Baili Mingshen felt slightly disappointed when he saw the Deputy Commander return alone.
The Deputy Commander almost couldnât withstand the Emperorâs longing gaze.
"Emperor, Marquis Ye is unwilling to return to the Capital."
"Hmm, I expected as much." If he wanted to return, he wouldâve done so long ago and wouldnât have waited until now.
"Oh, by the way, Emperor, the Marquis also asked me to bring you a letter."
Upon hearing this, Baili Mingshen immediately got up from the dragon throne, "You fool, why didnât you bring it out earlier?"
"Yes, yes, I deserve to die, I deserve to die."
Baili Mingshen eagerly took the letter, after a moment he felt his eyes a bit sore.
"Emperor?" The Deputy Commander sneaked a glance at the Emperor, why did he feel like the Emperor was about to cry? His eyes were red?
"..." The Imperial Study was silent, and after a while, a voice came, "You may leave."
"Yes!"
The Deputy Commander left gleefully, the Emperor did not blame him, so he wouldnât have to go home to face the music, ha ha.
Inside the Imperial Study, Baili Mingshen was still staring at the letter.
In truth, Ye Ziâan had only written four characters in the letter, "Go forth boldly!"
But for some reason, it felt like a father encouraging him, assuring him that heâd be supported from behind as he took bold actions.
Even though Ye Ziâan only wrote those few words, he understood a great deal.
Thus, from that day on, this new Emperor put his utmost effort into handling state affairs, with the initial nervousness when he ascended the throne gradually disappearing, transforming him into an extraordinary ruler known for insight and appreciation of talent.
Funan
Ye Ziâan got up early in the morning, instructed the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and had many snacks prepared before he went to wake up Yang Chuxia.
However, just as he set foot on the stairs, Yang Chuxia came down.
"I was just about to go wake you."
"Didnât we say we were going out to sea today? So I woke up early."
"It doesnât matter if we leave later."
They were going for a sea outing, with some fishing on the side, so time wasnât constrained.
"Xiaxia, did your family make any pan-fried dumplings?" As they headed to the dining room, Dongyang came over from next door, fuming, "Iâve been wanting to eat some pan-fried dumplings since this morning, but that old thing wouldnât let me have any, simply outrageous."
Just then, Xiuâer was bringing breakfast over and laughed upon hearing this, "We have pan-fried dumplings, I made them fresh this morning, fried with sesame oil, perfect timing for eating now."
"Is there any chili oil?" Dongyang beamed upon hearing this, "Pour me some more chili oil, and add vinegar."
"Sure!"
"Youâre not allowed to eat!" Mu Shaoling also arrived.
"Why canât I eat? Iâm not eating your food! Whatâs wrong with you?"
Dongyang shouted, leaving Mu Shaoling quite wronged, "Do you guys see this? Does she appreciate any kindness? Sheâs been having too much heat lately, and insists on eating pan-fried dumplings when I warn her not to, along with so much chili making it unbearable, and then she complains."
Yang Chuxia noticed a hint of regret on Dongyangâs face and chuckled mischievously.
"You are something else!"
"Oh well, I donât know why, but these days I just crave that stuff."
"Then donât eat chili, just dip it in vinegar, Mu Shaoling is looking out for you."
"Alright, alright, I wonât eat it then." Dongyang waved her hand, "Iâll have porridge instead, okay? Old man?"
"As long as thereâs no chili, itâs fine." Pan-fried dumplings are just barely acceptable.