What Bad Intentions can the Yandere Crown Prince have?-Chapter 270 - 266: Did the Second Miss Forget Something?
The first battle was somewhat amusing, but the subsequent battles weren’t so simple.
Li Mu only played this time, afterwards, he had Tang Xiaobai stay in the rear.
On the seventh day of October, a night raid on Xiang City, pursued for hundreds of miles.
A battle at the banks of the Hun River, lasting three days and nights.
When he heard the sound of the golden drum signaling retreat, Tang Xiaobai put down his brush, walked out of the tent, and looked up to see a full moon hanging in the sky, bright and untouched by blood.
The direction of the camp gate was noisy and chaotic, with occasional shouts and orders, soon shattered by the thundering hooves of horses, the sound rumbling like muffled thunder striking the heart.
Tang Xiaobai walked two steps quickly and suddenly caught a delicious aroma.
The aroma of food.
Turning his head, he spotted a small, thin soldier holding a steaming bowl of soup.
Picking up with chopsticks, it was thin noodles.
Tang Xiaobai felt a stir in his heart and asked Yingying, "Can you make noodles?"
Yingying hesitated, "A little bit."
Tang Xiaobai was relieved.
Yingying can always do "a little bit" of everything.
A little bit of disguise, a little bit of mimicry, a little bit of tailoring.
So it’s quite normal to know a little bit of cooking too.
Tang Xiaobai immediately took Yingying to the area where the cook soldiers were stationed.
When Li Mu returned to the camp with the soldiers, his eyes scanned over them, and his expression darkened, scaring the remaining generals into exchanging glances.
"Defeated?" It was still Qin Rong who dared to ask.
Li Mu cast a cold glance at her, casually tossed aside the blood-dripping long knife, and walked to his tent.
The following generals naturally explained: "No, no, we won greatly, but the Turkic Khan, Duoduo, escaped." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
This year’s Eastern Turkic Khan, Ashina Duoduo, originally set up a Yatai in Xiang City.
On the seventh day of October, Qin Rong led a night raid on Xiang City, and Ashina Duoduo fled north; they pursued all the way to here.
After finally being blocked by the Hun River, Li Mu personally stepped on the battlefield, attempting to capture Ashina Duoduo alive, but unexpectedly he still escaped.
"No wonder Young Master Qin is not very happy, considering his youth and competitive nature." The crowd nodded understandingly.
Only Qin Rong lightly "snorted".
Is it not just because he didn’t see Miss Tang?
Li Mu returned to the tent, changed out of his armor, quickly washed, but still heard no outside movements, and couldn’t help but ask, "Where’s Second Miss?"
By this time, Mo Huan had already inquired: "I heard Second Miss went to the cook soldiers’ area."
Li Mu’s heart suddenly cleared, all gloom vanished.
Turns out she was preparing dinner for him.
"Go see if Second Miss needs any help," Li Mu instructed.
As a Shadow Guard, obeying orders is paramount.
Mo Huan immediately complied, turning while muttering, "I don’t know how to cook, what help can I offer..."
But since Tang Xiaobai saw he had come, he gave him a task: "Take this over for me!"
Mo Huan felt overly obedient and really just took it over.
Due to his excellent Qinggong, he carried the steaming bowl of noodle soup quickly and steadily, not spilling a drop.
However, his Young Master stared at the bowl in his hand for quite a while, his expression gradually darkening: "Who told you to bring this?"
"Second Miss!" Mo Huan was a bit confused, uncertain what he did wrong.
"Where is she?" Li Mu asked.
"Second Miss told me to deliver it to you, nothing else," answered Mo Huan, suddenly realizing, "Second Miss should be arriving soon, right? Why don’t you start eating?"
Before he could finish, Li Mu threw down what he was doing and strode outside.
The curtain lifted, just as the petite Miss Tang in boyish attire came cheerfully forward.
The black fox fur cloak set off her small face, pure as the moon, spotless.
Seeing her, Li Mu felt his entire body relax, like enjoying a hot spring on a snowy day, completely comfortable.
"Where are you headed?" Tang Xiaobai asked in surprise, seeing him about to go out, "Didn’t Mo Huan deliver the longevity noodles to you?"
Longevity noodles?
Li Mu glanced back.
Mo Huan still held the steaming bowl of noodle soup, slightly aggrieved.
What, can’t you eat the noodles I brought?
"Put it down," Li Mu instructed.
Mo Huan, expressionless, set the bowl down and vanished from the tent.
Just reaching the entrance, Tang Xiaobai saw only a fleeting shadow, and remarked, "How are their Qinggong skills so good?"
"My Qinggong isn’t bad either," Li Mu couldn’t help but say.
"Oh?" Tang Xiaobai casually glanced at him, unimpressed.
"Really, want to try?"
Can you try that too? Tang Xiaobai looked at him, surprised.
Li Mu grasped her wrist, about to lead her outside.
Tang Xiaobai quickly pulled him back: "Try it later, eat the noodles first!"
Today is the fifteenth of October, the little ancestor’s birthday.
Actually, Tang Xiaobai almost forgot.
This battle lasted three days and nights, and although good news kept coming from the front line, as long as it wasn’t over, there was always worry.
The little ancestor was supposed to oversee the Central Army and not on the battlefield, but this afternoon, he suddenly suited up and ordered an aggressive attack.
Tang Xiaobai sat alone in the tent, practicing calligraphy for three hours, until she heard the sound of the golden drum signaling retreat, and laid down her brush.
If it weren’t for seeing that soldier eating noodles, she would have really forgotten the little ancestor’s birthday!
"Did you make this?" Li Mu picked up the chopsticks and asked, the sparkle of expectation in his eyes choking Tang Xiaobai.
"Uh... the fried egg I did..." Tang Xiaobai sheepishly said.
How could she make it?
Li Mu said nothing, picked up the fried egg, took a bite, and mumbled a sound, unclear what it meant.
After finishing the fried egg, he continued eating the noodles.
Tang Xiaobai rested her chin on her hand, watching him.
The little ancestor’s dining manners were excellent, chewing slowly, every move elegant and pleasant to watch.
Watching him, Tang Xiaobai couldn’t help but wonder: The little ancestor was always inseparable from her since childhood, when did he learn such noble etiquette? It seemed more proper than hers.
Could this also be a talent?
Are smart people adept at everything?
Ugh, how sour...
"What are you thinking?" asked the person opposite abruptly.
Tang Xiaobai came to, not knowing how long she had been lost in thought, the little ancestor’s bowl of noodles was already finished.
He set the chopsticks down, called someone to clear the table.
"Finished eating? Then I’ll go! Rest early, don’t let me disturb you!" Tang Xiaobai got up nonchalantly.
Just barely standing, he grasped her wrist.
Although separated by thick clothing, Tang Xiaobai still uncomfortably freed her hand, reluctantly asking, "Anything else?"
His eyes glimmered with a dark light: "Why don’t you ask if it was good?"
"Was it good?" Tang Xiaobai complied smoothly.
"The fried egg was good," he said.
Tang Xiaobai chuckled, "As long as you like it, rest early—"
"Why not ask about my battle?"
"I heard earlier, a great victory, but let that Khan escape again!"
Li Mu nodded.
"Then I..."
"Did Second Miss forget something?" his lips curled slightly, ambiguously.
