The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family
Chapter 972 - 219: Valuing Pei Qin_2

Chapter 972: Chapter 219: Valuing Pei Qin_2

Emperor Chu Wen pondered for a moment, "Even if we solicit donations, it would be more appropriate to do so under a different guise. Being so overt right now is too conspicuous..." He raised his eyes and looked at Pei Qin, who was calmly and composedly organizing the deployment, and smiled, "I trust you!"

But Mo Heng did not trust him! He had repeatedly spoken to Qinqin without referring to himself as ’We’, brazenly showing favor!

In her deliberations, Pei Qin also found it strange that the old Emperor was so affable today, but she only thought about it briefly. After all, Mo Heng would be the one leading the troops to fight the Rong Clan, and she had to consider everything thoroughly—the provisions, the morale of the troops, and the military strategies. She had to overcome all these challenges.

They discussed for the entire afternoon, and in the evening, everyone in the household had a simple meal of stew and mixed grain pancakes. There was only a pot of it made, with no other dishes.

Pei Wendong only found it strange for a moment, but it was not that he couldn’t eat it; there were still assorted pieces of meat in it, chunky ones.

Xie Ze, however, found it hard to stomach. "Everything thrown together and cooked in a mess; how can anyone eat this!?" The mixed grain pancakes were as coarse as anything, and without any other dishes, even the servants wouldn’t eat like this. Was this deliberately punishing them!?

Xie Yi gave him a dark glare, signaling him to keep his thoughts to himself, and to show all on his face. Now that they had not reclaimed their family’s wealth and were dependent on others, they needed to lower their stance.

Pei Wendong pondered for a moment and then said, "Let’s have the kitchen cook a dish for you!"

Came Zhang Gengshan’s response as he directly intervened, "The General has commanded that today everyone eats the same stew, with no other dishes. If you can’t eat it, just leave it."

With Mo Heng’s instructions, Pei Wendong didn’t dare to make an exception for Xie Ze, and he asked Zhang Gengshan, "How did Sister Qin eat it?"

"The General’s Wife also had the stew and mixed grain pancakes," Zhang Gengshan replied.

Pei Wendong looked at Xie Ze. If Sister Qin could eat like this even when she was ill, then as a boy, Xie Ze could certainly eat like this for a couple of meals without any issues.

Xie Yi gestured to Xie Ze not to make a fuss and to eat quickly.

Xie Ze picked at his food with his chopsticks, finding it hard to swallow.

Xiao Yong didn’t say anything and wolfed down two bowls.

These last two days, not wanting to deal with himself, Pei Wendong teased him, "It must be delicious for you to gobble down two big bowls like that, right!?" Hoping to cheer him up.

"My grandfather and Sister Qin must have found the stew and mixed grain pancakes especially tasty when they ate it, that’s why they wanted to have it again today." Xiao Yong gave him a profound look and then turned and went back into his room, showing no intention of paying a visit and recognizing family.

Pei Wendong was taken aback; Xiao Yong’s grandfather... The Emperor had come to their house!?

However, Emperor Chu Wen had left after finishing his meal.

Mo Heng stepped out to see him off.

The Emperor turned his head and looked at him, his face illuminated by the lantern light—extraordinarily handsome, "Mo Heng! Do you really desire to have a son?"

Mo Heng’s pupils contracted dangerously. Was the Emperor intending to bestow a beauty upon him as a ploy to win him over, or was there another agenda!? His voice grew colder, "Not necessary."

Emperor Chu Wen paused, nodded, "Your two daughters are both wonderful! They haven’t yet been given their formal scholarly names, have they?"

He inquired, and even if Mo Heng had some names in mind, he had to admit they had not been decided.

Emperor Chu Wen said no more, climbed into his carriage, and returned to the Capital Jingcheng that very night.

Upon receiving the news that he had safely returned to the palace, Mo Heng casually tossed the letter into the brazier, concealed the murderous intent in his eyes, turned and went back to bed, caressed the face of the person sleeping soundly for a while, and then lay down to pull her into his arms and hold her tightly.

Pei Qin shifted uncomfortably, then found a comfortable position to snuggle into his embrace and continued sleeping.

Mo Heng’s mood continued into the next day, still quite poor. When Second Madam Zheng and Xie Yi wanted to see Pei Qin, he had them turned away directly and did not allow them into the inner courtyard.

Second Madam Zheng couldn’t always stay there unwelcomed, so she had to take her leave without having seen Pei Qin. Only Huang Qiu came out and handed her a Dessert Box in response, angering Second Madam Zheng so much that she scowled as soon as she got into the carriage, "Hmph! Once Xie Yi takes action, let’s see how long you can remain the General’s Wife!" With her watching, Pei Qin would soon die of frustration and have to give up her place once she found out.

By midday, a swift horse along with a guard delivered a brocaded box.

Mo Heng opened it and saw two pieces of gold-sprinkled red paper with names written on them; Jiujiu’s scholarly name was bestowed as Mo Ling, and Xixi’s name was bestowed as Mo Yan. Beneath were two lignum aloes wood cases, each containing a piece of Mutton Jade with a sleeping dragon and flying phoenix carved into them—the workmanship was exquisitely magnificent and clearly not ordinary.

After examining the items for a while, Mo Heng took them to Pei Qin, "This is an attempt to woo us."

Pei Qin rolled her eyes at him. The Emperor needed their support right now, of course, he would try to woo them. Everything that could be bestowed had been given, aside from being a woman herself, and all she could collect was a pile of items and tonics, "He’s being circuitous, trying to please our Little Radish!"

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