Prince Zhao had a falling out with "Fisherman’s Noodle," and when they went out to buy ingredients, no one dared sell to them, especially seafood. If you wanted to buy it, fine, but only the not-so-fresh stuff. The fresh ones? Ha! No amount of money could buy those.
Yan Qing hadn’t yet managed these business matters, while Prince Zhao, an alien prince, had, over the years, gradually infiltrated the vendors and peddlers of Beijing. Xiao Yu saw this as a dangerous signal, so she wickedly said to Yan Qing.
"Do you know the saying ’A leak will sink a great ship’? Don’t underestimate the penetrative power of these small vendors and peddlers. If he manages to control the essentials of life in Beijing because of this, wouldn’t your entire Yan family have to surrender its empire to others? Just for this trivial matter, he dares to strike so viciously, clearly aiming to force our little noodle shop to close down. I’m so scared I don’t even dare sell my cosmetics anymore. Can you believe how audacious he is?"
Yan Qing glanced at her sideways. "Why do I feel like you should reflect on yourself before you criticize others? If only you could have been a bit more patient, would any of this have happened?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel fire.net
"Wasn’t I doing it all for you? Before we’ve even married, he said you lack ambition, as if he knows you so well. I can’t stand it. What, am I not allowed to lose my temper now?"
As Xiao Yu was in the study, grinding some medicine powder in front of Yan Qing, trying to make a traditional medicine face mask, her complaints made someone’s lips unconsciously curl up: "So, you think she’s not good enough for me?"
Xiao Yu, focused on grinding the medicine, didn’t notice the change in his expression and just snorted in response.
"What? I simply think this woman is too controlling. Think about it; she hasn’t even married into the family and she’s already schooling you. After you’re married, won’t she make you whipped? As for who’s worthy of whom, I don’t know and I’m not interested. Right now, all I want to know is whether my noodle shop can continue to survive!"
Yan Qing was almost driven to spitting blood by these words, looking at the heartless woman in front of him. He couldn’t help but ask persistently.
"So, what? You want me to marry someone else? Someone capricious and wilful like Princess Yijia?"
Xiao Yu noticed something off in his tone and looked up at him, inexplicably saying.
"For scions of aristocratic families like you, isn’t the main wife generally not chosen by yourselves? What’s there to be angry about? Just choose your favorite for a concubine later. Ah, I must say, this ancient era is troublesome; men having multiple wives and concubines, thinking about it gives me a headache. The entire household’s always in chaos over jealousy, one day you’re plotting against me, the next I’m plotting against you. You were lucky to have grown up as the legitimate son of the Empress. If it were someone else, who knows if they could have even survived till now!"
"Ancient? Troublesome? What do you mean by that? Surely you didn’t grow up in a different setting?"
"Of course not," Emma, that was close, she almost slipped but reacted quickly: "In a poor place like the small fishing village, it’s uncertain whether one can even get a wife, let alone multiple wives. Lucky if they can have one to carry on the family line. And families like ours, we’re bent over working and earning money to support the family every day. Who has time to think about jealousy? It’s only wealthy and powerful families like yours that have these troubles."
"So what kind of environment do you hope to live in the future?" Yan Qing, somewhat unexpectedly, blurted out.