After Yan Mo finished eating, he couldn’t help asking, "The new cook at your house?"
Yan Qing shook his head, "Do you still rember that I lived on the island for nearly a year six years ago?"
The two n turned to look at him in unison, "Are you saying that the girl has co to Beijing?"
The corners of Yan Qing’s lips curved up slightly, "Yes, these past years I’ve been suffering from anorexia because of her, but now it has improved a lot. She is my spiritual sustenance."
Ever since Yan Qing had tasted the food prepared by Xiao Yu, his pickiness toward food had intensified upon returning ho. Even though he ate good at and fish every day, it couldn’t compare to the simple als on the island. Because of his pickiness, he gradually developed anorexia, until Xiao Yu’s return finally gave his long-absent appetite so relief.
This condition of his was known only to his family; he never showed a hint of it in front of others, fearing that soone might take advantage of it.
So, when Yan Qing said this, father and son understood, "Then this noodle dish, did she make it too?"
Yan Qing nodded, "If you like it, I can send it to you every day. However, it’s not easy to deliver this kind of noodle dish,"
"Isn’t that simple, let her enter the palace?" The elder brother sat back at his desk, dipped his brush in ink, and spoke indifferently.
However, Yan Qing refused, "That won’t work, she’s not used to it, it would scare her."
Yan Mo looked up at him incredulously.
"My brother actually knows how to be considerate of others? No wonder you haven’t married all these years, even making excuses about losing the Jade Pendant. Could it be that you have special feelings for this girl?"
"I wouldn’t say I have special feelings, but she gives a rare sense of closeness. Being with her makes feel at ho, and I am willing to be with her, even if we don’t speak at all. That’s more comfortable than being with those pungent-slling won."
The Emperor and Yan Mo exchanged a knowing look, "So what? What’s your purpose in going to such lengths to bring us this noodle dish?"
"Father Emperor, elder brother, I want to marry her. Not for anything else, but because she saved my life and can cook good food for . I need a woman who can bring the taste of ho to ,"
"Qingqing, her status,"
"I don’t care about that. Anyway, I will eventually return to my fief. You don’t expect to go marry for political connections. Who else should I marry? I don’t want those delicate misses in Beijing. What’s that—marrying, if not taking on a tyrant to worship at ho? Every day they do nothing but fuss and sulk. I’ve had enough of that."
"You could take her as a concubine, but the main wife should still be a high-class legitimate daughter to stabilize the household."
"That girl has her pride. If I take her as a concubine, she definitely wouldn’t be willing to marry . She’s already eighteen or nineteen, not young at all. Anyway, she’s my lifesaver. Marrying her would not only be to repay her but also for the rest of my life."
Yan Mo furrowed his brow, looking toward the Emperor, "Father Emperor, look at this child, he’s being so stubborn with us!"
After a mont of silence, the Emperor said to Yan Qing, "When you have ti, bring her to the palace. Let us have a look. You speak so highly of her, it wouldn’t be right not to let us see for ourselves, would it?"
"Well... that might scare her."
"If she doesn’t even have the courage to enter the palace, how can she be fit to marry you? You don’t expect to cut ties with us after you marry, do you?"
Yan Qing was at a loss for words and too embarrassed to explain that, for now, it was only he who had feelings for her while she still considered him just a brother.
If Xiao Yu knew, she would surely retort, "No, I wouldn’t dare consider you just a brother. You’re the esteed Prince Qing, how could I possibly be worthy of you?"
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