Chapter 148 Go Back and Marry Her
King Jing laughed heartily.
"Look at you, no matter what, Wan'er is fine, but Lin Anyuan is already married. You can't force him to break off his marriage and remarry. There are plenty of good men in the world, Wan'er can choose again."
King Jing had many sons, but only one daughter, who was sixteen years old and still unmarried.
"Good lad, I quite admire him. If he were truly an ungrateful wretch, then we should be wary of him."
King Jing threw the sword in his hand, and it just happened to stick into the scabbard.
Madam Qing said unhappily, "I'm only doing this for my daughter's sake. Among your men, the young and capable Lord Lin is the only one. How could you expect him to get married?"
Now that they've all become rebels, her daughter can no longer marry into those noble families; she can only choose the tallest among the short.
"Alright, you can go back now. I have important things to do."
Upon hearing this, Madam Qing's heart, which had been carefully prepared to stay overnight, sank to the bone.
After all these years, the prince still refuses to accept her.
She became pregnant with Wan'er due to an accident... After that, Prince Jing never entered her room again.
Since the arrival of several sons in his harem over the years, he has never been seen to favor any of his concubines. If he were acting abnormally, that would be one thing.
But he happens to be a normal man, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to give birth to a daughter.
But how can a normal man not be interested in women?
Could it be that King Jing is getting old?
That's impossible! King Jing is only thirty-five this year, the prime of his life.
Lady Qing even suspected that Prince Jing had a taste for men, but no man could catch his eye, except for this Lin Anyuan…
That Lin Anyuan is prettier than a woman.
Madam Qing suddenly felt as if the sky had fallen, and she left in a stammering manner.
Achoo!
Lin Anyuan suddenly sneezed out of the blue.
Someone nearby chuckled, "Sir, who's thinking of you?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a woman shouted.
"Brother Lin."
"Brother Lin."
Lin Anyuan entered the courtyard without turning his head.
Qin, who was a step behind, waited at the door and spoke in a low voice.
"Miss Ling, you should go back now. Brother Lin has important matters to attend to and doesn't have time to talk to you right now."
Miss Ling came every time, but Lin Anyuan never gave her a second glance. Even he, a grown man, couldn't bear to see her like that.
Lingniang carried a food box, her eyes constantly glancing into the courtyard. "I heard that Brother Lin got injured on this trip, so I brought some medicine and some food I made. Brother Qin, could you please pass this on to him? No matter how busy you are, you have to eat. Brother Lin has lost weight."
"Okay, you can go back first. I'll take the things in for you."
Qin the Big Guy could smell the aroma even through the food box, so he sniffed and carried the food box inside.
"Brother Lin, this was specially brought for you by Miss Ling."
Lin Anyuan, who was inside the room, had just opened the map and, without even looking up, said, "Take it out."
"Brother Lin, you really don't want it? We haven't eaten yet. These are all dishes made by Miss Ling herself. They smell delicious." Big Qin grinned.
These are all simple, everyday dishes; Miss Ling's cooking is quite good. He's getting on in years and still hasn't married. If only he could marry a woman like Miss Ling.
She's skilled in needlework, cooking, and everything else, and she's also good-looking.
However, he was self-aware enough to know that Miss Ling looked down on him.
Lin Anyuan reminded him, "You can eat it if you want, but don't accept gifts in my name in the future."
Qin the Big Guy muttered, "What are you saying? If it didn't bother your reputation, would they even bother delivering it?"
"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to eat, go out and eat. We still have serious business to discuss." Dou Xin frowned.
He didn't like Lingniang, and Lingniang always looked down on his wife.
Qin the Big Guy picked up the food box and rolled out. Since he had already collected everything, he decided to eat first.
Another person inside spoke up, "Sir, I noticed someone was watching you before, but they seem to have disappeared recently."
"Ignore it." Lin Anyuan pointed to a spot on the map. "We must take this place before it gets cold!"
By the time they finished discussing business, it was already dark.
Lin Anyuan ate something casually, changed his wound dressing by himself, and then lay down on the bed.
The wound was throbbing with pain. Lin Anyuan picked up a piece of dried fruit, put it in his mouth, and felt less pain. He closed his eyes and thought back to that night.
Ye Wan carried him on her back, panting heavily, but even though she was exhausted, she didn't abandon him.
Just like that rainy night many years ago, when her mother carried him on her back.
He won't die.
He must live and find his mother.
Go back alive... and marry her in style.
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"My goodness, this...this is a potato!"
"This is bigger than a clod of dirt, how can you call it a bean? Beans are so small, I think calling it a clod of dirt would be more appropriate!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Can you even eat clods of dirt?"
A group of people gathered around the back of Ye Wan's yard, watching the newly dug potatoes, chattering excitedly.
"These are seeds for you to plant the following year. If any of you get greedy and eat them, don't blame me if they're all gone," the village chief emphasized loudly several times.
After registering each household, the potatoes were distributed.
"Village chief, have they all been distributed?"
I was busy until midday before I finally had a moment to rest.
The village chief wiped the sweat from his brow. "They've all been distributed. Every household received one per person. You can rest assured I'll handle things properly."
"But... will I really be okay if I get hit by this stuff?"
Ye Wan lowered her voice, "Precisely because no one else knows what it is, we can plant what can be called weeds, so that we can have enough to eat in the future."
Upon hearing this, the village chief thought, "That makes perfect sense," and left reassured.
After digging up the potatoes, Ye Wan planted another batch of cabbages, waiting to make sauerkraut.
Er Ya told me the news she had heard: "Hongmei is engaged. Her father has arranged for her to marry a blacksmith in the next village. They will get married after the New Year."
Hongmei broke her leg and hasn't been going out much since; she hasn't seen anyone in a long time.
Er Ya lowered her voice again, "Mother, lately some people have been listening to my eldest sister from time to time. Those people are just toads trying to eat swan meat."
Ye Wan raised an eyebrow. "It's good that you know. Go practice your calligraphy."
"I don't want to practice calligraphy. I want to learn how to dress and do makeup from my grandmother." Er Ya lost her enthusiasm for writing and found it meaningless.
She's just a girl, all she needs to do is dress up nicely, why does she need to learn so much?
"You don't have to learn. You'll end up not knowing a single character. Who knows, maybe one day your father will get lucky and become an official. What family's daughter will have such ugly handwriting? Even if she's pretty, she'll just be an empty-hearted, good-for-nothing beauty. Of the three sisters, your handwriting is the worst."
Upon hearing this, Er Ya immediately regained her enthusiasm for learning.
But I also asked about something else, "Mother, why don't we open our own restaurant?"
They said they were going to open a pastry shop, but they never did.
"We can't protect our businesses now, so we might as well rely on a big tree for shade."
The cart that sold hot and sour noodles is still sitting in the space; Ye Wan has no intention of starting a business right now.
“What Madam says makes sense.” Hui Gu happened to come out and overheard this, and she wholeheartedly agreed with Ye Wan’s words.
"Madam, I made chicken soup today. Please have a bowl. Our chicken soup is so delicious, even Su Yi likes it."
Hui-gu can still remember that the day she arrived, she acted as if she hadn't had chicken soup in eight lifetimes.
Ye Wan waved her hand and said, "If it tastes good, drink a few more bowls. We still have six chickens at home, which is enough to eat. We'll raise more in the spring."
As the group was talking, a carriage arrived outside the courtyard.
A well-dressed woman lifted the carriage curtain.
"My grandmother is passing by and is thirsty. Would you like to ask for a bowl of water? Is it convenient for her at your home?"
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