Aoqian clutched the soul pearl to his chest, closed his eyes, and took a long, deep breath. "Why didn't you tell me anything in the first place?"
Song Xi coughed awkwardly and said sullenly, "I didn't know you were so stubborn, Young Master!"
Ao Qian opened his eyes and looked at Song Xiwei, his eyes red. "What else do you know about my mother?"
Song Xiwei's head suddenly started to throb again. Under Aoqian's gaze, she gave a dry laugh and pulled Aoqian's arm, "Young Master, this is a long story. You should go back to your room first. I'll have someone tidy up the room so I can tell you slowly."
After obtaining the Soul Pearl, Ao Qian became a completely different person. He didn't ask any questions and obediently went back to his room.
Song Xiwei watched his figure, breathed a sigh of relief, but then her head started to ache again.
Upon seeing Xiao Zhuang, Song Xiwei immediately urged him, "How did it go? Can you handle it?"
"Don't worry! Don't you trust my cooking skills?" Xiao Zhuang proudly lifted the pot lid. "This bowl of noodles will definitely taste nine-tenths as good as that young master's mother's!"
"I hope so!" Song Xiwei rubbed her temples.
Fortunately, she and Xiao Zhuang came up with a plan to use the Soul Pearl to fabricate a past story about that young lord's mother, thus giving themselves the identity of being from the same sect as his mother.
Otherwise, how could that young lord be so easily obeyed?
It was quite a coincidence that she found the Soul Bead among a pile of corpses near Chidu.
Later, it was precisely because of this soul pearl that she sensed the potential of the Boundless Forbidden Land.
This confirmed that it must have been the personal belongings of the young lord's mother.
Unfortunately, the spiritual energy on this soul bead almost completely dissipated after its owner's death, leaving only fragments of the owner's memories from before death.
The scene shows the Soul Pearl's owner's youngest son lying on his lap, playing with the Soul Pearl in his hand.
Another scene shows the owner preparing a bowl of noodles and feeding his youngest son bite by bite.
This bowl of noodles was made by Xiao Zhuang based on fragments of memory.
When Song Xiwei brought the noodles into the room, Aoqian was still holding the soul pearl and staring at it intently.
There were still traces of tears on his face, suggesting he must have cried when he came alone.
Song Xiwei brought the noodles over, bent her fingers, and tapped the table. "This is the kind of noodles your mother used to make when she was in our sect. I only learned the basics, so the taste might be a little worse than your mother's. Would you like to have a few bites?"
Aoqian's dim eyes lit up when he saw the bowl of noodles.
He picked up his chopsticks, scooped up some noodles, and shoved them into his mouth in large mouthfuls.
Song Xiwei noticed that Aoqian's eyelashes were wet again. She touched his body but couldn't find anything.
After disguising himself as a man, he didn't even bring a handkerchief, so he had to hand over his sleeve. "I don't have a handkerchief, but my sleeve is clean. Would you like to make do with it, young master?"
Aoqian swallowed the last bite of noodles, looked up at Song Xiwei, his eyes as red as a rabbit's.
Song Xiwei wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with her sleeve. "Look, how could you, such a lovely person, bear to let this world be destroyed? If the world is destroyed, where will we still be able to eat such delicious noodles? What do you say, Young Master?"
Ao Qian's ears turned red, and he pushed Song Xiwei away, his eyes darting around. When he spoke, he started to stutter again, "I want to eat noodles tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that..."
Song Xiwei thought he would argue back and say something unpleasant, but when she heard him mention noodles, she was immediately amused. "As long as you want to eat, there's plenty for you!"
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