She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space-Chapter 198: A Bowl of Grass Jelly, Cool and Soothing

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: A Bowl of Grass Jelly, Cool and Soothing

The Imperial Envoy immediately looked at King Yong.

"Prince, hoarding weapons and concealing food supplies is no small matter."

King Yong nodded, his stern gaze fixed on the Sixth Prince: "Do you really not know what’s going on?"

The Sixth Prince hastily bowed: "Uncle Wang, I truly had no knowledge of this!"

The Imperial Envoy pursed his lips: "Then I ask the Prince and everyone else to follow me and inspect the matter."

"On each weapon, different patterns were engraved according to batches; we only need to check slightly to identify where these weapons came from."

Having said this, he received King Yong’s approval.

The group mounted their horses and majestically rode towards the cave.

Xiang Ying found a comfortable position to lie down.

She was very eager to see the expressions on their faces when they discovered the weapons were hoarded by the Sixth Prince.

The Imperial Envoy and others rode swiftly and after an hour, finally arrived outside the cave.

They clambered into the cave, and after a few steps, saw piles upon piles of weapons next to batches of food supplies.

The Sixth Prince’s complexion was extremely ugly.

When he first came here, hadn’t all the weapons stored here been stolen?

Now, they were inexplicably placed together with the food, how bizarre!

The Imperial Envoy stepped forward, leaning over to inspect the weapons.

He frowned and said: "Not only are there weapons from Nanyue, but also from Xizhou."

King Yong pondered: "Could it be that someone took advantage of the war, captured Xizhou’s war general and took their weapons as well?"

Now that the price of iron tools is significant, weapons are even more costly.

It’s possible for someone to secretly try to preserve weapons, melt them into other objects to sell for money.

But having so many weapons here, along with food supplies, it’s almost tantamount to planning a rebellion.

The Imperial Envoy then inspected the Nanyue weapons, found that they were all engraved with the Magnolia pattern.

He squinted his eyes, slowly straightened his body, and turned his head to look at the Sixth Prince.

"Your Highness, if I am not mistaken, these are the same type of weapons that Cao Ming’s troops used. Initially, you requested 30,000 good bows from the Ministry of War, could it be for hoarding?"

The Sixth Prince was shocked: "There is absolutely no such thing! The weapons were managed and distributed by Cao Ming, I had no knowledge of it at all."

King Yong sternly asked: "Where is Cao Ming?"

Governor Lu took a quick step forward and bowed: "Not long ago, he was executed for the crime of poisoning Your Highness."

King Yong and the Imperial Envoy exchanged glances.

The Imperial Envoy frowned: "Such a sudden action? What exactly was the crime?"

Governor Lu meaningfully added: "Cao Ming dared to poison Your Highness which resulted in Your Highness favoring a Western Zhou Female Prisoner."

The Envoy’s expression became even more inscrutable.

"Putting aside that Cao Ming was your man, why would he poison you? Furthermore, about the Western Zhou Female Prisoner, even if Your Highness favored her, it would be her fortune, so why the rush to execute Cao Ming?"

"Could it be, Your Highness, that you feared Cao Ming would reveal something he shouldn’t have?"

The Sixth Prince’s face turned unusually pale, Lu Hong deliberately made it sound like these two incidents were related.

He angrily protested: "I had no such intention!"

King Yong shouted: "You have greatly disappointed me today, the most you have said is ’I don’t know, I am not sure.’ Yet, Emperor tasked you to oversee the transport teams in Mei City, how could you be so clueless?"

The Envoy added: "Your Highness, being in such a position yet neglecting your duties, it is truly disappointing."

He looked at King Yong and requested: "Regarding this matter, I need to prepare a memorial and dispatch someone on horseback to return to the Capital posthaste to await the Emperor’s decision, what do you think, Prince?"

King Yong nodded: "Proceed as you suggested."

Vice General Jie took the opportunity to remind: "These grains should be moved back to Mei City quickly, the people are still waiting for relief food distribution."

King Yong looked approvingly at him: "Vice General Jie, the relief food distribution will be managed by you."

Vice General Jie bowed: "Yes."

The Sixth Prince stood aside, his face white with anger.

All the deeds were his doing, yet Vice General Jie reaped all the benefits?

Opening relief food distribution would be recorded in the county annals, which the Emperor reviewed annually.

The more credit Vice General Jie acquired, the more disadvantageous it was for him.

The Sixth Prince, unwilling to give in, stepped forward with clenched teeth: "Uncle Wang, then I..."

King Yong glanced at him, reprimanding: "You go back and reflect on your actions! It’s absolutely absurd, you haven’t even managed the affairs in Mei City properly, yet you went on to favor a Western Zhou Female Prisoner, and falsely claimed to have been drugged."

With that, King Yong flung his sleeves, huffed coldly, and left.

Even the Imperial Envoy shook his head and passed by the Sixth Prince, directly following Vice General Jie’s steps.

The two started discussing how many days to continuously distribute relief food and help the people of Mei City through their hardships.

Lu Hong walked past the Sixth Prince, murmuring softly, "Your Highness, being wronged doesn’t feel too good, does it?"

The Sixth Prince lifted his sharp gaze, but Lu Hong just smiled and walked away.

Did that damnable Lu Hong just dare to mock him?

Xiang Ying, watching everything through a drone, burst into laughter.

The Sixth Prince really had it coming, losing both his wife and troops, finally ruining his relationships with these people.

After retrieving the drone, Xiang Ying took out some prepared grass jelly from her space and drew back the curtain.

"Aren!" she beckoned, and Aren, who was training martial arts with Lu Feiyi, hurried over.

His smile showcased his thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his healthy wheat-colored skin made his bright white teeth stand out even more.

Aren wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Sister, what do you need?"

"The job I asked you to help me with scattering rice grains — you did well. Here, this is your reward."

She pointed to a few bowls of grass jelly next to her.

The black jelly topped with red beans, honey, osmanthus flowers, and broken milk chunks.

Aren’s eyes brightened: "What’s this?"

"This is grass jelly, I brewed it from medicinal herbs I gathered nearby; it helps cool down the body." Xiang Ying ruffled his hair.

Just as Aren was about to eat, he noticed a pair of eager eyes looking over.

He silently turned his head and sure enough, it was Xiang Yuanshuo.

The chubby, fair little fellow stood not far away, his fair little face and red lips below his watery black eyes.

He also had a bulging snack bag tied to his belt, specifically sewn for him by Xiang Ying.

Among the three little ones, Xiang Yuanshuo had the most snacks on him.

He was still eagerly staring at the grass jelly in Aren’s hand.

Xiang Ying, seeing this out of the corner of her eye, held back her laughter: "Don’t look at him, just enjoy yours."

Xiang Yuanshuo then toddled over.

"Naughty mom, what is this you gave to Brother Aren? Why haven’t my siblings and I ever had it?"

Aren felt embarrassed right away and promptly offered up the bowls in his hands.

"Little Brother Yuanxiao, you guys eat first."

Xiang Yuanshuo reached out his little hand to take it, but Xiang Ying grasped him firmly.

The little guy puffed up his chubby, fair cheeks immediately, looking like an indignant little dumpling at Xiang Ying.

"Yuanxiao, I said, you can only have one snack per day. You’ve already had milk chunks today; you can’t have grass jelly as well."

Yuanxiao retorted, "But that was in the morning, it’s already noon now."

Xiang Ying clicked her tongue, "You can have it, but then you can’t eat dinner tonight, okay?"

Xiang Ying needed to help her family’s big baby control his weight properly.

The little three-and-a-half-year-old baby, whom Xiang Ying had nurtured to be plump and fair all the way here.

Now that they were temporarily stationed, not having to walk and burn calories daily like before.

Back then, Xiang Yuanshuo could eat two bowls of rice daily and Xiang Ying wouldn’t say a word.

But now it’s different, the amount of physical activity has decreased, so naturally, the food intake should be reduced too.

Upon hearing he couldn’t have dinner, Yuanxiao immediately hesitated.

Tao Xue mentioned from the side, "We’re planning to make pork ribs for dinner."

Yuanxiao quickly withdrew his hand, "Never mind, I don’t even want to have grass jelly. It looks black and must be very bitter. Aren, you eat it, hmph."

He lifted his little head and turned to walk away.

Aren glanced at Xiang Ying’s expression and saw her nodding with a smile before he unhesitatingly started eating.

"So sweet!" The milky flavor smoothly entered his mouth, and Aren’s eyes widened in delight.

At that moment, Lu Feiyi came over, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"What’s sweet?"

Aren quickly showed him, "Master, look, this is a delicious dish Sister made called grass jelly!"

Seeing the bowl of dark stuff, Lu Feiyi did not show the surprise like others did.

This somewhat surprised Xiang Ying.

Ordinary people seeing it for the first time would usually be curious.

But Lu Feiyi simply patted Aren’s shoulder, laughing, "Your sister is really good to you."

Then, turning his head, he praised Xiang Ying.

"You always manage to make uncommon delicacies on this journey; if we settle down, opening a shop wouldn’t be a bad idea, and it would definitely be a hit."

Xiang Ying suppressed a slight doubt she had about Lu Feiyi in her heart.

She smiled, "If the opportunity arises, I’ll consider it."