Chapter 49 Trust and Her

Qingwu took another half step before realizing that someone was calling him.

She thought about the name she called Xiao Ji yesterday, "Qingqing", and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of her lips. She had fulfilled her wish yesterday, so why was he calling her that today?

Qing Wu turned around and was about to tease him when he saw the young man holding the bowl and praising him seriously, "Qing Qing, the porridge you made is very fragrant. I have never eaten... porridge so delicious."

After saying that, he couldn't help but lower his head, his face flushed, and Qingwu couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She naturally knew that this was not to be taken seriously. Even if her cooking skills were good, they could never compare to the chefs from all over the world in the imperial kitchen. But when she heard this and saw that he was willing to coax her, she felt happy and comforted.

Qingwu was happy, and the smile on her face became even brighter, which dazzled Xiao Ji's eyes. Just looking at this smile, Xiao Ji thought of the smile in front of Shanglinyuan that day. His face froze slightly, and he could only lower his head shyly and keep eating porridge to hide the emotions in his eyes.

He always felt sorry for the lady in front of him. She was so kind, but he...

Qingwu decided not to get tea for the time being. He took a spoon and served porridge to the others, and also served himself a bowl, then sat down next to Xiao Ji. There were only Xiao Ji and Qingwu at the square table, while the other four people were very tactful and ate while standing with their bowls in hand.

He praised her so much that Qing Wu couldn't help but move closer to Xiao Ji, serving him porridge and telling him to eat slowly. She even stood up and went back to the kitchen to bring him a cup of tea without any help. "If you feel tired of it, you can drink some."

That earnest look finally made Zhao Tong see the shadow of his former concubine, but the prince at that time was indifferent to it. Zhao Tong took a look at his current master and thought, well, it seems that he enjoys it very much, so much so that he is almost overwhelmed.

Indeed, although Qingwu was concerned about him before, she would sometimes give him some secretive looks. Now she looked so caring that he was a little at a loss. He could only keep his head down and eat, and Qingwu kept serving him food.

One was too embarrassed to refuse, the other was extremely enthusiastic, so Zhao Tong watched helplessly as his master ate three full bowls of porridge. In fact, this amount was just right for his master who had practiced martial arts before, but what was his master's situation now?

He had been lying in bed for over half a month, suffering both physically and mentally. He was so worried in the first few days after breaking his leg. Just yesterday morning, the master had only a small bowl of porridge. That was a small bowl for the palace. What kind of bowl is this? A coarse porcelain bowl used by ordinary people, the kind that is no bigger than a palm!

Seeing this, Zhao Tong was both happy and worried. What if the master had indigestion? Thinking of this, he lowered his head and took a sip. Hmm, not bad.

Hey, he should stay out of the affairs of this young couple. He feels sick when he hears them calling each other "Qingqing" and "Liu Lang". It's better for him to drink porridge to wash away the sour taste. Mm, it smells so good.

Fortunately, Xiao Ji couldn't eat anymore and refused Qing Wu, so the meal was canceled.

After dinner, Qingwu guessed that the villagers over there would also be coming over, so he discussed with Xiao Ji how to renovate the palace.

Restoring it according to the regulations of the imperial palace, as Uncle Yang had done, would definitely not work. Firstly, it would be too expensive, and secondly, too ostentatious. Xiao Ji was the deposed crown prince. Why would he show off so much wealth to restore a palace for himself? He was afraid that it would only arouse more suspicion.

She pondered and said, "I think that although we have money, it's not worth spending it all on renovations. There are only six of us in our group. Even if we need to add two or three more people in the future, there will only be ten people at most. We can't even live in all these palaces. Why not repair the areas around the main hall and leave the rest alone?"

Xiao Ji naturally agreed. He nodded and said, "...Qingqing." He felt embarrassed to call her that the first time, but the second and third times were more natural than before. "You are the mistress of this family. You are the one who makes the decisions on these matters. You can also use the banknotes given by your uncle."

When Xiao Ji said this, it was not a spur-of-the-moment statement. He had unknowingly tacitly accepted that they had formed a new family, and he really wanted her to be the head of the family. In just two days, she had gained some of his trust.

She was not a weak and crying little girl. She was tough, intelligent, and organized. He was relieved. Most importantly, Xiao Ji looked at her and felt that she was like the sun, warm, lively, and able to dispel the haze in his heart and bring hope to this group of expelled people.

Hearing these words, Qingwu's heart was moved. She looked at the boy opposite her. The boy nodded to her seriously, his eyes full of trust.

She was a little bit unbelievable. You know, she had been married into the Song family for three months and still hadn't got the key to Song Yunhe's private warehouse. She knew nothing about the Song family's property. She could only receive ten taels of silver from Song Yunhe every month for her spending, which also included the monthly allowance for the Song family's servants.

And now, he just gave her the huge amount of banknotes to use?

Although Qingwu didn't know how much wealth the Song family possessed, she knew it definitely wasn't worth ten thousand taels of gold. The contrast left Qingwu speechless. She lowered her head, then looked up at the young man across from her. After repeating this process, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but moisten.

A blessing in disguise, it seems she did the right thing by swapping husbands?