General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 498
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General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 498 – Announcing to the World (2)
Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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Wei Ting’s gaze happened to sweep over an open instrument case, inside was a guqin-like Luan Zither*, radiating an ancient, simple charm.
*Luan Zither : a type of Chinese zither
It looked somewhat familiar.
“You bought an instrument?” he asked.
Su Xiaoxiao said, “A neighbor gave it to Xiaohu. He said Xiaohu has a talent for music. I think… he probably wants to take Xiaohu as a disciple.”
Xiaohu heard his mother talking about him, so he quickly jumped up, bouncing on the bed while declaring his ownership:
“My zither! My zither! My zither!”
“Yes, yes, it’s yours.” Su Xiaoxiao scooped him up again and put his pants on.
In his soft milky voice, Xiaohu said, “Mom, help me put the zither away. Mom can touch it, but Dahu and Erhu can’t!”
When saying the last part, he made sure to wag his little hands seriously for emphasis.
Su Xiaoxiao laughed.
“Alright, I’ll put it away for you.”
If Dahu found out how stingy he was, he would probably beat him up later.
Wei Ting shifted his gaze away.
He must have been mistaken.
After all, who in this world would casually give the number one zither under heaven, the Nine Phoenix Zither, as a welcome gift to a little child?
That night’s dinner was Xiaohu’s favorite, pork meatballs. He shook his head side to side as he happily ate several.
“Is it good?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.
Xiaohu lifted his little head from the bowl, face full of satisfaction.
“So yummy!”
After dinner, the rain stopped.
The three little ones seized the chance and dashed into the courtyard, splashing in puddles like three little George Pigs jumping in muddy puddles.
Father Su came out and nearly collapsed at the sight.
He clutched his head with both hands and roared like an angry dragon:
“I just bathed you guys—!”
——
In the Palace.
It was late at night, yet Emperor Jingxuan was still in the imperial study reviewing memorials.
Eunuch Fu, holding a horsetail whisk, walked over, bowed, and asked softly:
“Your Majesty, it’s already late. Would you like to retire?”
“Has the rain stopped?” asked the emperor.
“It has stopped.” Eunuch Fu said.
“Looking at the sky, it might start raining again any moment.”
Emperor Jingxuan said, “There has been a lot of rain this year.”
“Yes, indeed.” Eunuch Fu quickly agreed. “There wasn’t so much rain in previous years.”
Emperor Jingxuan’s face was heavy with worry.
“I wonder if the common people are also suffering from these continuous heavy rains.”
Spring rain was a blessing, it nourished farming.
But too much of it could flood fertile fields, and in severe cases, it could cause disastrous floods.
Just then, a young eunuch arrived carrying a food container.
Eunuch Fu took it, set the pastries inside neatly onto the emperor’s table.
In matters of food, Emperor Jingxuan was never indulgent.
He only ate until sixty or seventy percent full for his three daily meals.
Occasionally, if reviewing memorials late into the night, he would have a light snack.
Tonight, it was pastries again.
The emperor absentmindedly tasted one.
This flavor… it seemed different from those he usually ate.
He ended up eating four pieces in succession, leaving Eunuch Fu dumbfounded.
“Which chef made these?” The emperor asked.
“Reward him.”
“Not from the Imperial Kitchen, Your Majesty.” Eunuch Fu replied. “They were sent from Kunning Palace.”
The emperor’s expression paused, “The empress?”
The emperor and the empress were childhood sweethearts.
After his ascension, he had raised her to the rank of empress.
Yet she wasn’t particularly favored, and her children were few, as she bore only Princess Jingning.
Emperor Jingxuan sighed.
“Prepare the carriage for Kunning Palace.”
—
Inside Kunning Palace, the empress was preparing to rest.
She asked a nearby maidservant, “Were the pastries delivered to Jingning?”
“They were delivered.” the maid replied.
The tall eunuch Gao Dabao, who had just returned from his errand, froze.
“T-they… were meant for Her Highness, the princess?”
Oh heavens!
He had delivered them to the imperial study instead!
“His Majesty has arrived—”
—
“Is His Majesty coming over?”
Inside Qixiang Palace, Consort Xian heard the commotion outside.
Quickly, she adjusted the pearl ornament at her temples.
She wore a thin night robe, her cheeks dusted with a faint powder.
Her brows were delicately brushed with dark pigment, and her lips tinted with a subtle gloss.
At first glance, one would think she was naturally beautiful.
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