Chapter 420:1 Want to Marry You
Yang Wenxiao explained a few more details, but when he saw that the grandfather and grandson still looked gloomy, he snorted with a laugh, “Why worry when you have that little money god, Qiao Xiaomai?”
Upon hearing this, Tong Tiehu felt bitter inside.
The money Qiao Xiaomai earned was hers. Even if she was to marry Tong Sanlang, the Tong Family could not touch her money.
“Alright, let’s proceed with it, Sanlang, call everyone back and head out.” Yang Wenxiao ordered.
Tong Sanlang complied and used his agility to go call Yang Ye and the others.
Yang Ye and the rest of the group hadn’t moved too far away and quickly arrived. The guards lifted Yang Wenxiao and began to walk out.
By the time they exited the secret tunnel, it was already noon.
The royal chef who accompanied them from the Palace had prepared lunch. Yang Wenxiao ate a bit randomly. He had no intention of going down the mountain and, leaning on his cane, headed towards the crooked tree halfway up the mountain.
Seeing this, Yang Ye hastily followed with several dozen guards.
Of course, Yang Wang followed as well.
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The rest of the lunch was managed by the army cook, who was in charge of the soldiers’ meals. There were so many people and because they were on the mountain, the preparation was very basic. They used the noodles that were originally stored in the Jiweiju and mixed it with green vegetables and pork, boiling several large pots of soup.
No one complained, everyone took their bowls and steamed buns, and found a place to eat lunch.
Tong Sanlang cut down a large tree and quickly made a few small benches. He gave one to Tong Tiehu, and the rest were occupied by him and Qiao Xiaomai.
The head of the valley, due to his high status, did not need these rudimentary stools. As for others without relation, he couldn’t care less.
They found a spot under a tree, a certain distance from everyone else, where Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang sat together for lunch.
Because of what Yang Wenxiao said earlier, the ill-fated couple no longer needed to hide like thieves.
They could now openly sit together.
The army cook’s meal, normally generous in style, was a thick slice of fatty meat, oily looking, which was particularly unappetizing in the hot noon sun.
Qiao Xiaomai picked out a few large pieces of fatty meat from her bowl and put them all in Tong Sanlang’s bowl.
Tong Sanlang happily accepted them. He picked out the vegetables from his bowl and put them in Qiao Xiaomai’s, advising “Eat more, we’ll have to stay here all day.”
Qiao Xiaomai nodded and asked, “What did the Former Emperor just tell you?”
Usually, she and Tong Sanlang maintained a distance.
But just now, Tong Sanlang approached her directly, and the feelings in his eyes were not as concealed as they used to be.
This attitude made her curious, but she didn’t resist it and cooperated very well.
“He said my grandfather and I lost the treasure and need to be punished.”
“How will you be punished?”
“All family assets will be confiscated, including the vinegar shop in town and the fields at home.”
Her beautiful eyes widened with surprise, “Everything has been taken?”
“Yes. Also, he said if you don’t marry me, he will take you back to Capital City and put you in the Imperial Kitchen.” Tong Sanlang added.
As he said this, his face was filled with a bright smile, and his dark eyes were sparkling.
Fortune turns with time, blessing to those in despair. He was on the verge of being brought to hell, and now he was about to seize a beautiful prize.
Truly, prayers can create miracles!
Qiao Xiaomai stared at his handsome face, her eyes widening even further, “Did the Former Emperor really get into our business?”
“Yes!” Tong Sanlang nodded, his face unable to conceal his smile, “The sword that was always hanging over our heads, has disappeared!”