Chapter 721: Chapter 721: Special Supply for the Royal
Yang Ye, filled with melancholy, drank the millet porridge from the bowl spoon by spoon, sitting alone at the dining table.
The vast Wang Residence was eerily quiet.
Thinking of Qiao Xiaomai’s stubborn demeanor added to the deafening silence.
The night was somewhat chilly.
Mindlessly eating some other dishes, he found them tasteless. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the food on the table be cleared away.
He then stood up and walked toward the courtyard.
The moonlight was cold and desolate, casting a ghastly pallor all around.
His phoenix eyes stared at the moon for a moment before he let out an involuntary sigh.
Since he left the palace at fifteen to build his own residence, seven years had passed. For all this time, he was used to washing up and sleeping right after dinner, occasionally going out with friends for drinks. This routine was commonplace until he met Qiao Xiaomai, which added a layer of sorrow out of nowhere.
It was inescapable. Even suppressed, it would silently creep back after some time.
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At this moment, Qiao Xiaomai would be lost in tender moments with Tong San Lang. The sweet and dreamy bubble of falling in love, contrasting with his current solitude, was indeed tragic.
He should really find a little princess now!
Yang Ye set his lips into a firm line, making up his mind.
He won’t let good food go to waste, and he won’t squander his prime either!
If he had an adorable little princess by his side right now, to tease and share delicious food with, the scene would unquestionably be better than sighing in solitude under the moonlight!
Having made up his mind, Yang Ye was about to turn back to his room when a maid arrived with a small tray, carrying a bowl of soy milk.
“My lord, the soy milk is ready.”
Yang Ye looked over, took the bowl in his hand. He hadn’t eaten to his fill due to his poor mood earlier.
The soy milk was freshly made, steaming hot. Thanks to the heat, a delectable aroma filled his nostrils instantly.
He raised an eyebrow, now more set on his decision.
He’ll visit the palace first thing tomorrow!
Having made the decision, Yang Ye fell asleep quickly. The following morning, he didn’t even stop for breakfast and rushed into the palace to see Yang Wenxiao.
He carried a sack in his hand.
All the things Qiao Xiaomai had given him, he brought them all to the palace—half for Yang Wenxiao, half for Emperor Yong’an.
Of course, the letter for the Xiaoyang guard had been sent too. Each variety had been limited to a mere hundred pounds. Hardly enough to fill a tooth gap!
When he arrived, Yang Wenxiao had just finished his morning training and was preparing for breakfast. Seeing Yang Ye, he invited him to eat together.
He asked a guard to take the sack to the kitchen of Da’an Palace, then sat down at the dining table with Yang Wenxiao.
First, he explained about the agricultural products given by Qiao Xiaomai, and Yang Wenxiao showed much interest.
He was also captivated by Qiao Xiaomai’s cookery skills. The refreshing fragrance was truly enchanting.
“What’s the yield?” he asked.
“Just sweet potatoes are plenty, the others are average.”
“Hmm…then have her set aside a portion for the Royal use only,” Yang Wenxiao said.
“Eh? But we can’t guarantee the quality to be the same next year,” Yang Ye replied.
“Then ask her, see if she can ensure the quality. If so, set aside a portion of each year’s production for the Royals, and she can manage the rest however she wants,” Yang Wenxiao suggested.
“I will ask her about it then.”
Being able to exclusively supply the Royals was a great honor for ordinary folks.
Furthermore, it wouldn’t just bring honor, but also tangible money. With this shining label of ‘Royal exclusive supply,’ by that time, Qiao Xiaomai could sell these items for an exorbitant price…
Thinking about the price reported by the Xiaoyang guard, Yang Ye nodded seriously. Qiao Xiaomai would genuinely be grabbing cash by then.