Chapter 199 The Third Prince’s Black Moonlight Eunuch 36

Half a month passed quickly.

On the night before Sima Yi's birthday, Shen Xinran asked Sima Yi, "Master, tomorrow is your birthday. What gift do you want?"

Sima Yi was slightly startled when he heard this, "I don't want anything, just cook me a bowl of longevity noodles!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Xinran's eyes. She didn't expect that the birthday wish of this emperor who already had all the power in the world was so simple.

She smiled, patted her chest, and assured confidently: "Then I will personally cook you a bowl of longevity noodles and add two fried eggs for you."

The next morning, she got up early. She thought that cooking noodles was just a simple matter of boiling water and putting the noodles in the pot, but she didn't expect that there were no ready-made noodles in the small kitchen.

The chef told her that she needed to make the noodles herself.

Shen Xinran's heart tightened, but he still gritted his teeth and started to knead the dough. However, either there was too much water or the dough was too dry.

After some effort, Shen Xinran finally kneaded out a satisfactory dough, but still had to wait for it to ferment.

When he returned to the bedroom, Sima Yi had already gotten up. Chen Xinran said softly with a flattering smile, "Master, there's a problem with the noodles. Can we eat them at noon?"

Sima Yi glanced at Shen Xinran, only to see her face covered in flour, like a playful little cat. The gentle smile in his eyes grew deeper, and he nodded, "Okay."

Shen Xinran smiled with his eyes curved, "Master, don't worry, I will make sure you have the most perfect longevity noodles at noon."

Longevity noodles are characterized by having only one noodle in the whole bowl, and it must not be broken when eating, as this symbolizes the continuity of life.

But at noon, Shen Xinran was defeated by reality again.

The noodles that were so flexible in the hands of the chef were easily torn apart in Shen Xinran's hands. The noodles broke, the dough was ruined, and Shen Xinran was about to collapse.

Shen Xinran found Sima Yi again. This time, as soon as she opened her mouth, Sima Yi spoke first, "It's okay, it's the same if you eat it in the evening."

Shen Xinran grinned, "Master, you still understand me."

In the afternoon, Shen Xinran learned from her morning lesson and prepared four basins of flour, kneaded the dough, and waited for it to ferment. This time, she wanted to regain all the face she had lost.

However, the cruel reality told her that even after wasting three doughs, she still couldn't pull out a complete noodle.

Looking at the last piece of dough, Shen Xinran looked at the chef helplessly, "How about you come?"

The chef shook his head and said, "His Majesty has instructed that you prepare this bowl of noodles yourself."

Chen Xinran's brows knitted together in a knotted expression, a hint of annoyance in her tone. "It seems there's no rule that you have to eat longevity noodles on your birthday. What do you think about me having knife-cut noodles instead?"

The chef smiled and replied, "It's up to you."

After a day of hard work, Shen Xinran finally gave up and decided to make knife-cut noodles instead. Nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up.

The moment the noodles came out of the pot, Shen Xinran was stunned. The white paste in front of her was far from the delicious noodles she had imagined.

But it was already dark, and it was definitely too late to make another pot.

The chef watched Shen Xinran take out the food from the pot and hesitated, "Is this all for Your Majesty to eat?"

Shen Xinran nodded and said seriously: "They are all made of flour anyway, so it will all be the same once they enter your stomach."

Chen Xinran carried the bowl and walked towards the bedroom. The moonlight sprinkled on the ground, interweaving with the candlelight in the room, creating a hazy and warm atmosphere.

Shen Xinran's footsteps seemed particularly heavy in this silence. She wanted to poison Sima Yi, and now was the best opportunity.

If Sima Yi discovered that she had poisoned him and killed her in a rage, her mission would be accomplished.

But if Sima Yi didn't find out and was poisoned to death by her, this little world would be over.

Shen Xinran began to struggle. Should she take a gamble? She bet that Sima Yi had the aura of a male protagonist and could discover that she had poisoned him?

According to Sima Yi's schedule, he should have had dinner an hour ago. But for the longevity noodles that Shen Xinran mentioned, he waited until now.

When he saw Shen Xinran coming in with a bowl of thick white liquid, he was stunned for a moment, "Is this longevity noodles?"

Shen Xinran nodded and said seriously: "This is pimple soup. In my hometown, we drink pimple soup on birthdays."

Shen Xinran was talking nonsense seriously, but when she saw Sima Yi picking up the bowl and preparing to eat, she felt reluctant. "Master, do you really want to eat?"

Sima Yi smiled and said, "Didn't you say that people in your hometown drink pimple soup on their birthdays?"

Shen Xinran frowned and said, "Actually, you don't have to eat it."

Sima Yi smiled faintly and said, "You've been busy for me all day. If I don't eat, wouldn't it be a waste of your kindness?"

After Sima Yi finished speaking, he ate the dumpling soup in big mouthfuls, which made Shen Xinran, who was standing beside him, tremble with fear.

After Sima Yi finally finished eating, Shen Xinran hurried forward and asked, "Master, do you have any special reaction?"

Sima Yi glanced at Shen Xinran and asked, "What special reaction do you expect me to have?"

Shen Xinran suddenly felt a little guilty. She lowered her head and stopped talking.

Sima Yi leaned back in his chair and said with emotion, "Do you know that before I was ten years old, there was also a woman who cooked longevity noodles for me every birthday."

Shen Xinran guessed: "Is it your mother?"

Sima Yi nodded and sighed, "But on my tenth birthday, she abandoned me forever."

"Abandon?" Shen Xinran frowned. If she remembered correctly, Queen Zhao should have been burned to death. But if death was also a kind of abandonment, then it made sense.

Sima Yi looked into the distance, a hint of irony on his lips. "Let me tell you a story!"

Without waiting for Shen Xinran to nod, Sima Yi continued, "Once upon a time, there was a couple who loved each other very much. But the husband suddenly discovered that his wife's family was growing in power, threatening his position. He devised a conspiracy, having a guard seduce his wife, and then the husband would bring his men to catch them in bed."

Shen Xinran widened his eyes in surprise. He was cheating on himself. Was this man crazy?

Sima Yi glanced at Shen Xinran and continued with a smile: "The scene was in chaos. The wife faced her husband's accusations and put forward a condition. If her husband allowed her and the guards to leave, she was willing to let her family give up all their rights."

Chen Xinran asked curiously, "And then?"

Sima Yi's long eyelashes hid the emotion in his eyes. "After weighing the pros and cons, the husband agreed to the deal, but he was worried that his wife's family would go back on their word, so he asked for their son to be left behind as the price of the deal."

After Sima Yi finished speaking, he gazed at the distant horizon. His face was expressionless, but his deep eyes revealed a subtle sadness.

Shen Xinran suddenly understood something. It turned out that the son in the story was himself. No wonder he had a lukewarm expression when he mentioned his father, the emperor, and his mother, the queen.