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“The Celestial Master said that the Emperor is currently under unfavorable star positions, which are hindering his cultivation. He must remain calm and avoid any sight of bloodshed, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain. The Celestial Master also instructed me to inform the Emperor as soon as possible to avoid affecting his cultivation.”
The young Taoist bowed again and hurried into the hall.
The Crown Prince stood there in a daze for a moment.
Was Xun Yuanbai sending the young Taoist at this time because he knew about the Emperor’s outburst of anger?
The message about “avoiding bloodshed” was to stop the Emperor from killing indiscriminately?
Today, he had used the bamboo painting of the Bodhisattva to dissuade the Emperor. Would Xun Yuanbai…
The Crown Prince pondered, looking up at the western clouds that were turning redder and redder under the setting sun.
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Song Jingyun was completely unaware of the events outside. After leaving Courtyard No. 1, he and Jiang Mixia walked hand in hand to find something to eat.
Sour soup dumplings, dan dan noodles, plum vegetable meat pies, donkey meat……..
Since Song Jingyun’s appetite had returned, he now seemed to have eighteen stomachs. He wanted to eat everything he saw and couldn’t get enough of anything.
Concerned about Song Jingyun’s appetite, which was indeed not small, and considering the days and nights he had spent frantically weaving bamboo paintings, Jiang Mixia indulged him as they strolled and ate.
However…
After putting the mung bean jelly in her mouth, Jiang Mixia fell into thought.
“What’s wrong, my dear? Do you find the mung bean jelly not to your liking?” Song Jingyun offered the candied dough to Jiang Mixia’s lips, “Then try some of this. It’s delicious.”
“The mung bean jelly is soft, sweet, and very tasty,” Jiang Mixia said as she looked Song Jingyun up and down. “It’s just that you eat so much every day, and yet you don’t seem to gain any weight…”
Speaking of which, ever since she had crossed over to this world and first saw him, he had been as thin as a bean sprout. Over the years, although Song Jingyun had grown taller and had put on a bit more flesh than his previously sallow and emaciated appearance, he was still slender and delicate, looking like a frail scholar.
Truly, one couldn’t figure out where all the food he ate went.
“What my dear means is…”
Song Jingyun tilted his head and thought for a while, his expression gradually becoming serious, “Does my dear prefer someone more physically robust?”
Jiang Mixia was speechless.
What kind of wild words were these!
She almost choked to death on the candied dough in her mouth. It took Jiang Mixia a long time to steady her breathing, and she coughed lightly, saying, “No, I just thought that with how much you eat, you should gain weight. I was just curious as to why you don’t.”
“Oh,” Song Jingyun stroked his chin, looking pensive.
Jiang Mixia was afraid that Song Jingyun might misunderstand too much, so she quickly changed the subject, “I see there’s rice wine and tangyuan being sold over there. Shall we go have a bowl?”
By this time, the sky had begun to darken, and the unique chill of spring was gradually setting in. Drinking a bowl of hot tangyuan was the most comfortable thing to do.
“Yes!” Song Jingyun nodded vigorously.
They continued to stroll and eat for half a street before returning to the inn when it was completely dark.
After a simple wash, they went to bed. Jiang Mixia also slept very deeply and woke up the next day to find it was already bright.
Beside her, Song Jingyun was no longer there.
Song Jingyun usually got up early to read in the morning. Even though the spring examinations were over, Song Jingyun’s habit hadn’t changed. Jiang Mixia was already used to it and didn’t think much of it, assuming he was doing his usual routine.