Chapter 510
“What's going on?” Elder Han He was clearly enjoying the spectacle.
“You’ll have to call the Master ‘Great-Grandma’ from now on,” Li Mo said.
“Wait, what??”
Elder Han He puffed out his cheeks and widened his eyes, his voice stretching out: “Is this about me too?”
He was the oldest at the table, with his white hair and beard, and now he was the one with the lowest status?
But who could blame him? He was the Crown Prince, after all.
Minister Song and the beautiful Master were toasting each other with wine.
Meanwhile, little Li was discussing lineage with Elder Han He.
All eyes in the room turned to them, and for a moment, the stunning performances of the other entertainers went unnoticed as everyone focused on their lively banter.
Bai Hua: “...”
The musicians were caught off guard, their minds swirling with thoughts of who they were, where they were, and what they were doing there. Should they just leave?
“Pfft...”
Upstairs, Ying Bing leaned against the railing, looking down with sparkling eyes, unable to suppress a smile.
Unfortunately, this smile, like the melting snow, went unseen. If it had been noticed, Bai Hua would have paled in comparison, and no one would have looked at her again.
She wasn’t intentionally avoiding the noise; she just wanted to stay by his side.
But...
Ying Bing lifted her head.
The Wan Chun Ting was designed with an open ceiling, and from this angle, she could see the moon hanging high in the sky.
It was almost the hour of the rat.
Today was the day for drawing new rewards... and punishments.
At the moment the bright moon reached its zenith, the peak of the yin energy.
Ying Bing returned to her room, and just then, the system chimed in with a notification:
【Congratulations, host. The next system ranking is approaching, and all punishments have been filtered.】
“Filtered?”
Ying Bing leaned against the soft couch, her legs gently crossed beneath her skirt, resembling long ivory pillars, glowing softly in the moonlight.
If one didn’t know what she was going through, they might mistake her moonlit beauty for a scene from a fairy tale.
She pinched the head of a doll, and the thought of what was inside made her purse her lips.
What was there to filter?
【The system realized that some punishments no longer serve their purpose for you, so it has removed those you consider rewards.】
【Of course, some have been retained, so you’ll know what’s in Li Mo’s mind...】
...
P.S.: Little Pujie got up around five to write, so I’m keeping my promise. Please support me with some energy, hehe -3-
---
Chapter 576: Baby Food Quality
The moment the system's words appeared before her eyes, the flower room fell silent, not even a breath could be heard, as if the person leaning against the soft couch was merely a beautiful jade sculpture.
For only she could see the line that read:
【Punishment Condition: Have the winner personally inspect the quality of baby food in the future.】
Ying Bing’s eyes flashed with confusion.
Baby?
First of all, let’s set aside where the baby came from.
She had little hope for her culinary skills; even Li Mo couldn’t handle her cooking, let alone an infant.
Having the winner check the quality of baby food meant she would be cooking for Li Mo, right?
Who exactly was being punished here?
【I see you, host, completely don’t understand.】
【Please look at the screen!】
What should the baby eat?
This was basic knowledge, but Ying Bing had been a blank slate in this area in her past life. She had no experience with emotions, let alone this; she only vaguely knew a little.
The system projected an image.
Ying Bing’s gaze suddenly froze, her curled fingers instinctively gripping her skirt, her cool and sacred face turning bewildered, gradually blushing with a faint hue.
She glanced down, not even seeing her toes.
Was it really necessary to check?
The system was rushing things; how could it expect her to handle so much at once...
...
The next day, the first rays of sunlight bathed the earth.
Spring had quietly passed, leaving behind little secrets... cough, the budding spring was over, and summer’s warmth made the colors of Wan Chun Ting bloom, standing alongside Feng Yue Xiao Zhu, creating two beautiful landscapes in the inner city.
A beam of sunlight fell perfectly on the head of Li Mo, shining directly into his eyes.
“What’s obscuring my vision?”
Li Mo woke up to see a delicate figure lying beside him, the back of Ying Bing, who seemed still asleep.
Huh?
Little Li vaguely remembered that she had been facing away from him last night. Had she not changed positions all night?
In the past, it was understandable; Ying Bing would curl up in the corner, hugging his legs while sleeping. Recently, her sleeping posture had become increasingly casual.
Sometimes it made him feel...
As everyone knows, waking up early in the morning can be rough on the skin, so using a facial cleanser is quite reasonable.
Seeing her still asleep, Li Mo decided to get up first.
“What’s this...?”
As he went downstairs, Li Mo found Minister Song sprawled across the table in the hall, snoring like a thunderstorm.
In fact, the rehearsal hadn’t even finished last night. Li Mo hadn’t left yet, and Minister Song was already out cold.
But he hadn’t expected...
“Where are Minister Song’s guards?”
“Back to the East House, it seems they... forgot about the Minister and went to Feng Yue Xiao Zhu to wash their feet.”
“??”
Li Mo fell silent for a moment, then thought it actually made sense.
During last night’s rehearsal, although the scale wasn’t as grand as a formal performance, the Bai Hua girls were fully armed, and the guards had all been caught up in the excitement.
Forgetting their own master didn’t seem too unreasonable.
“Alright, go make a bowl of hangover soup, and make plenty.”
As Li Mo spoke, he went to the door to wait for the others.
The carriage was already waiting outside, lined up in two long rows, driven by his good brothers. This wasn’t Li Mo exploiting them; they had volunteered for it.
He heard they almost got into a fight over it.
And they were supposed to be the pride of the dragon; what was there to argue about?
Little Li, who was preparing to go with Ying Bing, felt a mix of disappointment and determination.
“Ha...”
Shang Wu, who had come down from upstairs at some point, passed by the sprawled Minister Song and kicked him aside with a thud.
“Master, why are you up so early?”
Li Mo looked at her warily. When had the Master ever gotten up this early?
“Hmph, if I don’t go, who will look after you in the capital?” Shang Wu huffed.
Seeing her so determined, Li Mo felt a mix of emotions.
If he said he wasn’t touched, it was true; the Master dared to face trouble in a place like the capital, where strong figures gathered.
But if he said he was touched, she was the trouble itself.
Li Mo thought for a moment and said seriously:
“I’d love to have you along, Master, but can we set some ground rules?”
“What rules?” Shang Wu asked, digging in her ear, looking a bit displeased.
“First, no using the first move of the Fighting King’s ultimate technique, especially not against His Majesty.”
“Fine, I guess.” Shang Wu reluctantly agreed.
“... So you were planning to use it?” Li Mo’s lips twitched.
“Second, no randomly hitting people.”
“I know, I’m not stupid.”
“And the third, which is the most important: please don’t drink too much in the imperial city.”
Originally, Shang Wu had no issues, but upon hearing this, she crossed her arms and pouted: “Hmph, I finally get to go to the capital for a free meal, and you won’t even let me drink? You really don’t appreciate me.”
“Master, if there’s no third rule, can you guarantee the first two will work?”
Li Mo said helplessly.
Shang Wu immediately looked up at the sky, whistling and pretending to be clueless.
There was no other way.
In the end, little Li had to tell her that he was the supplier for the Bai Hua Festival, and he would definitely save her a portion of everything, which finally made Shang Wu smile brightly.
“That’s more like it. What about Xiao Bing?” Shang Wu asked, patting his shoulder.
“She’s still asleep.”
“Then you go ahead. I’ll go find her. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”
The master and disciple shared a common interest.
For instance, they both enjoyed admiring the beauty of the world. Shang Wu had once wanted to take Ying Bing as her disciple because of her stunning looks.
Unfortunately, at that time, she couldn’t even defeat Shangguan Wencang.
As she left, Li Mo quietly dealt with other matters, feeling quite nostalgic for the peaceful days.
If you talk about ability, he could indeed manage things well with Sun Gui’s assistance, keeping the Bai Hua Festival organized and running smoothly.
It seemed he lacked nothing in that regard; he just didn’t expect it to bring him much attention or rewards from Da Yu, nor did he aspire to stand out in the capital.
He didn’t like scheming; he just wanted to live his own little life.
If it weren’t for Ying Bing, he might not even have bothered with this investment.
Table of Contents
