Chapter 92 Invitation
Zhao Yuanqi naturally wouldn't refuse his little fangirl's invitation, and he smiled at Xie Hanyue.
"Okay, then you'd better prepare lots of good food for me, okay?"
Xie Hanyue blushed and tugged at Zhao Yuanqi's sleeve.
"Ugh, I'm all grown up now, brother, you can't touch me like that anymore!"
"Don't worry, I'll definitely cook you lots of delicious food. Come on! I'll cook it myself!"
As Xie Hanyue spoke, she pulled Zhao Yuanqi out, not forgetting to give Xie Qingran a defiant look.
In her previous life, Xie Hanyue was just like this. No matter what kind of man appeared around Xie Qingran, Xie Hanyue would try her best to show herself and attract his attention.
Although Xie Qingran really didn't understand the point of doing this, she could still sense the resentment emanating from the depths of Xie Hanyue's heart.
In her previous life, Xie Qingran might have been genuinely saddened or disappointed by this incident, secretly wondering if there was something wrong with her that made her disliked.
But now, Xie Qingran doesn't care about these things at all. She doesn't even bother to look at them. She sits down, picks up the book she hasn't finished reading, and continues reading.
Originally, Xie Hanyue thought Xie Qingran would rush out crying and making a scene, but to her surprise, she didn't react at all.
Subconsciously turning around to see what Xie Qingran was doing, I saw her sitting there quietly reading a book, truly detached from the world, as if all the troubles of the world had nothing to do with her.
"When she was little, she was a lively and cheerful girl. How come she's so composed now?"
"Lifeless, like a piece of wood."
Zhao Yuanqi followed Xie Hanyue's gaze and looked inside, discovering that Xie Qingran seemed to be very, very different from before.
Upon noticing that Zhao Yuanqi's gaze had fallen on Xie Qingran, Xie Hanyue immediately shook off his arm in displeasure, snorted, and quickened her pace.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Zhao Yuanqi stepped forward, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked at Xie Hanyue.
He was perfectly aware of Xie Hanyue's feelings for him, so this was just a rhetorical question; he simply enjoyed seeing Xie Hanyue blush and act coquettish.
Sure enough, Xie Hanyue's expression immediately changed. She snorted and said sullenly, "How annoying! Brother Zhao, you know perfectly well what I mean, yet you still ask me on purpose. How annoying!"
"Fine, fine, I hate it!"
As he spoke, Zhao Yuanqi conjured up a small doll as if by magic and handed it to Xie Hanyue.
"Consider this my apology to you."
“I saw it in the desert and it reminded me of you, so I brought it back for you.”
This doll clearly doesn't belong to their Great Jin Dynasty, so Xie Hanyue believes that what Zhao Yuanqi said is probably true.
She gave a coquettish hum, then picked up the doll, her eyes crinkling into a smile: "Since you're always thinking of me, I won't hold it against you!"
"Alright! Thank you for being so lenient with me, little sister, is that alright?" Zhao Yuanqi smiled good-naturedly, pinched Xie Hanyue's cheek, and the three of them went to the front hall in a friendly manner.
During dinner that evening, Xie Yankang's servant specially came over to invite Xie Qingran to join them.
Even though Xie Qingran would have preferred to eat in her own room, she had no choice but to follow the servant out.
Just as I stepped out of the Rose Garden, I saw Baozhu returning with her head hanging low.
Seeing Baozhu's appearance, Xie Qingran couldn't help but laugh, looking at her with curiosity: "What happened to you? You look like a wilted eggplant."
"I stood outside all day, my legs are numb, but I still didn't see General Zhao!" Baozhu said, head down, filled with disappointment.
It turns out it was all because of this.
Xie Qingran smiled gently, then said calmly, "Then come with me. I guarantee you can get a close look at your Little General Zhao."
"Really?" Baozhu immediately became interested and hurriedly followed behind Xie Qingran.
Upon arriving at the front hall, Xie Qingran bowed gracefully to Xie Yankang and Madam Wang, saying, "Father, Mother."
"Sister, you've finally arrived! We've been waiting for you for ages!"
"Why don't you sit down and eat with us?"
Xie Hanyue spoke first, her eyes crinkling as she looked at Xie Qingran with a smile.
"So many people are waiting for you, you've got quite the nerve!"
"Hurry up and sit down, or the guests will laugh at you."
Wang glanced at Xie Qingran with displeasure, snorted, and pointed to the spot next to her.
The moment she entered, Baozhu's gaze locked onto Zhao Yuanqi. She looked completely stunned, staring at him blankly.
Xie Qingran grabbed her hand and pinched it before walking to her seat and sitting down, expressionless and silent.
Seeing this, Xie Yankang laughed out loud: "We're all family here, so don't be too reserved. Come on, let's start eating."
Xie Yankang started eating first, and the others followed suit.
Xie Qingran wasn't here for pleasantries; she was here to eat. And it has to be said, the food in the main kitchen was far superior to what she had in her own little kitchen.
She lowered her head, held her chopsticks, and ate bite by bite, her expression even subtly showing a hint of enjoyment.
"Brother Zhao, you're not leaving again this time, are you?" Xie Hanyue asked, looking at Zhao Yuanqi with anticipation.
Zhao Yuanqi smiled and said, "I don't know yet. I'll only know after I go to the palace to report on my duties. But I heard there are some bandits in the mountains outside the capital. I plan to go and wipe them out so they won't harm the people!"
His public persona is one of integrity, courage, and concern for the country and its people.
Who would have thought that behind the scenes, he was a sadist who enjoyed torturing people?
Xie Qingran didn't stop moving at all, but Xie Hanyue glanced at her and continued, "Brother Zhao, you don't know yet, do you? My sister is getting married soon. You'd better come back quickly so you can make it to her wedding at the end of the month!"
Because Xie Qingran was getting too old to delay any longer, their wedding was rather rushed.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanqi was somewhat surprised and raised an eyebrow at Xie Qingran: "You're getting married? Who is it?"
"Xiao Jue, the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion." Xie Qingran didn't put down her chopsticks, nor did she even look up; she simply replied indifferently.
Zhao Yuanqi's face turned even uglier. Before Xiao Jue's accident, Zhao Yuanqi had no chance to stand out. It was only after Xiao Jue's accident that he became a young general.
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