Xiao Mochen was shocked at first, but then he realized what was happening and felt the pain.
Soon, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Yan Qingqing knew it would hurt, so she didn't even lift her head and inserted the needle very quickly.
However, her sewing skills were poor; the stitches were rather ugly and the stitches were uneven.
It took two cups of tea's worth of time to stitch up the wound.
Finally, she looked at it and realized that even if Xiao Mochen's arm injury healed, it would leave a scar, and besides, the stitches she had made looked terrible.
In an attempt to salvage her image, she impulsively tied a bow around Xiao Mochen's neck.
He was thinking to himself that the child was really good at enduring things and didn't utter a sound.
When Yan Qingqing looked up, she saw that Xiao Mochen's mouth was still stuffed with a white cloth, and she immediately felt a little embarrassed.
They quickly removed the white cloth from his mouth, then took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, praising him, "Our Mo Chen is so brave, he didn't shed a single tear despite being in so much pain."
Xiao Mochen always felt that Yan Qingqing was doing it on purpose, but his aunt's worries about him were definitely not fake.
Helplessly, she replied, "Auntie, I'm all grown up now, how can I cry like a little kid?"
Children in ancient times matured early; they could usually marry and have children by the age of fourteen and be considered adults.
Most children are treated like little adults by the age of eleven or twelve.
It's extremely rare for Yan Qingqing to treat someone like Li Xiangping, who's almost twenty, like a child.
Yan Qingqing was also helpless about the precociousness of children in ancient times.
After stitching up the wound, Yan Qingqing washed it again with strong liquor, and then sprinkled it with wound medicine to stop the bleeding.
Finally, Yan Qingqing re-bandaged Xiao Mochen.
Yan Qingqing's actions seemed unreliable, but they successfully stopped Xiao Mochen's bleeding.
Xiao Mochen glanced at Ruyi beside him, opened his mouth as if to explain to Yan Qingqing.
Seeing this, Yan Qingqing said to Ruyi, "Pack these things up and take them out."
Also, Young Master Mo Chen lost too much blood, so go to the kitchen and make a soup to replenish his blood and qi.
Add some dandelion and notoginseng to prevent the wound from becoming infected.
Ruyi knew that Xiao Mochen had something to say to Yan Qingqing, and that Yan Qingqing was deliberately trying to get her away.
Having been by Yan Qingqing's side for so long, she naturally knew that Xiao Mochen's identity was not simple, so she quickly agreed, packed her things, and went out.
After everyone left, Yan Qingqing looked at Xiao Mochen and said, "Alright, now you can say whatever you want to say."
Xiao Mochen did not answer directly, but asked, "Does Aunt know what I went out to do this time?"
Yan Qingqing shook her head. Xiao Mochen was often away from home, and she really didn't know what he was doing.
Xiao Mochen smiled sarcastically and said, "I heard that there was a snow disaster in the south. In order to resettle the victims, my father allocated a batch of military rations."
However, based on past experience, this batch of grain is unlikely to reach the disaster victims.
So I led a group to follow them. If this batch of grain could reach the disaster victims, that would be fine.
If it cannot be delivered, we must not allow this batch of grain to disappear without explanation.
Sure enough, before the grain convoy even reached its destination, it was stopped and killed by a group of men in black.
They hid the grain in a secluded cave.
They discussed shipping it out when the time was right.
Later, I led my men to surround and wipe out that group of people.
I was originally thinking of keeping one alive to interrogate him and find out who the mastermind was.
But who knew that these people were actually suicide squads?
I was accidentally injured by one of the assassins.
Yan Qingqing took a deep breath upon hearing this. Xiao Mochen had actually pulled off a big heist while he was away for a few days.
That batch of grain was meant to save the lives of the disaster victims; it's unclear what Xiao Mochen's plans were.
Before Yan Qingqing could ask, Xiao Mochen took the initiative to explain, "Aunt, this batch of grain is military rations and cannot be touched."
How can the soldiers guard the border if they have no food?
Once the border falls, the entire Great Yan Dynasty will be in grave danger.
If Xiao Mochen were in power, he would definitely oppose the emperor's order, believing that this batch of military rations should not be touched under any circumstances.
Therefore, Xiao Mochen still planned to transport this batch of grain to the border.
Yan Qingqing thought for a moment and then asked, "Approximately how much grain did you intercept?"
Xiao Mochen replied, "There are more than 200,000 dan."
Yan Qingqing replied with a smile, "That's perfect. A few days ago, I asked you to buy 200,000 dan of grain from another place, and we were planning to send it to the border."
Xiao Mochen was also shocked upon hearing this. How much silver would 200,000 dan cost? His aunt would probably have to empty her entire savings.
Ignoring Xiao Mochen's expression, Yan Qingqing sighed and said, "Everyone has a responsibility for the rise and fall of the nation, especially since I am a Mingzhao Shuo Ren appointed by the Emperor and receive a royal salary. I should share the burden for the Great Yan."
Xiao Mochen felt a surge of admiration for Yan Qingqing.
He had always known that Yan Qingqing was intelligent and generous, but he never knew she had such a broad mind.
Before Xiao Mochen could speak, Yan Qingqing continued, "Given the current situation, we can only resort to a substitution."
Xiao Mochen then came to his senses and looked at Yan Qingqing, asking, "What does Aunt mean?"
Yan Qingqing didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Send the batch of grain I bought to the border, and find a way to donate the batch of grain you intercepted to those disaster victims."
Mo Chen, to be honest, I changed my mind after seeing that you were injured.
I used to think that if I hid you well, our Li family would naturally prosper as well if you recovered in the future.
But I don't think that way anymore. I want to become stronger, and I want them to be wary of you because I am your aunt.
Your aunt will be your support.
Yan Qingqing's words deeply shocked Xiao Mochen. He was a prince, and the emperor's legitimate son at that. Apart from the emperor, no one dared to claim a higher status than him.
No one had ever said they would be his backer, and how to describe the feeling was that his heart was completely filled. Anyway, he didn't feel that Yan Qingqing was being arrogant; on the contrary, he felt that what Yan Qingqing said would come true sooner or later.
Thinking of this, Xiao Mochen looked at Yan Qingqing and said, "Alright, Auntie, you must not forget these words in the future. You must be a support for Mochen."
Finally, Xiao Mochen and Yan Qingqing agreed that the 200,000 dan of grain purchased by Li Xiangping would be donated to the soldiers in the northern border in the name of Ming Zhaoshuo.
The disaster relief grain that Xiao Mochen intercepted was used, partly for disaster relief and porridge distribution outside the city in Yan Qingqing's name, and partly donated to the disaster-stricken prefecture.
However, it is still necessary to discuss who will transport this batch of grain to the border.
Meanwhile, chaos reigned in the Crown Prince's residence in the capital.
The eldest prince, Xiao Moyan, looked at the man in black in front of him in disbelief and said, "What did you say? How could such a large amount of grain disappear without a trace?"
What are those people we sent out even doing?
The man in black replied with difficulty, "They're all dead. When we got there, there were only corpses scattered all over the ground."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Moyan plopped down on the stool. Those assassins were all carefully trained by him at great expense, and now more than half of them had been lost. He probably wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully from now on.
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