Chapter 1385 - I Am Perturbed by the Sight
Chapter 1385: I Am Perturbed by the Sight
Qiao Mu expressed her annoyance with a phooey.
Yet who would have expected this guy to start acting wanton in front of others too after their wedding. He encircled her waist and smiled at her slyly. “What are you phooeying for. I only have you as a wife. Who can I look at if not you. Wifey, wifey, wifey!”
This demonic chant resounded in her ears…
Qiao Mu chortled, simply unable to resist laughing when she looked at this guy.
“You have no sense of shame.” She pinched his waist, but she could feel that the ab muscles under his clothes were so hard that her fingers hurt from trying.
“What do I have to be ashamed of in front of my wife.” Mo Lian nuzzled her innocently.
“Stop messing around!” Qiao Mu promptly pushed him away before peering up at him. “I’m talking serious business here!”
“Tell it then.”
“I plan to come here to Xiluo Street tomorrow to distribute food, but I have a requirement. I will only distribute it to the elderly, infirm, women, and children. Those strong adult men should not even think of profiting without effort and getting a grain of rice from me.”
The crown prince’s eyes brightened. “Qiaoqiao, you are gathering the people’s support for Hubby right?”
Qiao Mu: …
I think that you are overthinking it! A certain crown prince consort looked at her husband expressionlessly.
“You’re so great, Qiaoqiao.” The crown prince was so joyful that he practically wanted to fly. He lifted Qiao Mu up and was about to reward her with two kisses.
Yet who knew that Darling Qiao would cover up his lips with her petite hands before sweeping him with a stoic expression. “I am only perturbed by the bursting storehouse and want to distribute some of the food inside!”
Crown Prince Mo: …
What could he say? Only the filthy rich had the qualifications to carry out such large-scale projects!
“Fine, fine, fine. As long as you’re happy.” Crown Prince Mo mounted the horse while carrying her. “As we are still newlyweds, how about having Hubby come with you tomorrow to distribute the food.”
“Oh, you want to gather the people’s support right?”
Crown Prince Mo: …
“Does this crown prince need such a thing as the people’s support? Isn’t that just accomplished with a wave of the hand!”
“You’re just boasting.” Qiao Mu cast a glance at this confident guy. “Where did you ditch the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal? I haven’t seen him these two days.”
Mo Lian smiled. “Don’t worry, he’s enjoying himself.”
At this time, a certain venerable immortal that was on Qiao Mu’s mind popped his head out of a heap of top quality wine. He toasted his cup toward Hidden Flower and declared, “Drink, keep drinking!”
Won’t you die from alcohol poisoning!
Hidden Flower felt harshly treated by life. As His Highness’s subordinate, he had to disguise himself as a zombie for one mission, and now he had to serve as a drinking partner. Chit-chatting with this venerable immortal who had such wild behavior after getting drunk on a jar of wine was simply ugh!
At any rate, he was the august captain of the Hidden Pavilion. Yet in the end, he had such an unreliable master!
Mo Lian’s internal thoughts: You’ve got to be kidding, how could he let such a big wax candle[1] come and disrupt his and his wife’s newlywed life.
How would Qiao Mu know that a certain black-bellied person was entertaining the venerable immortal this way? She nodded without suspecting anything after hearing his assurance. “It is good to entertain him well. He is quite formidable. Perhaps I will still need his help in the future.”
However, this deity-inviting talisman was a bit weird. How come that Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal still hadn’t gone back after being summoned for several days already?
While carrying Qiao Mu, Mo Lian steered the horse back to the palace. He whispered into her ear, “Qiaoqiao, you had clearly wanted to distribute rice after seeing how pitiful those women and children were.”
Yet she had to say something like she had too much food that she couldn’t store it all. This child just stubbornly refused to admit it.
This little fellow had always been someone who only took action but never said anything. Her temper really was worrisome.
[1] Alluding to the modern ‘3000-watt lightbulb’/unwanted third wheel saying.