Chapter 92: Chapter Ninety-Three: Speaking about Kinship_l
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“How old are your wife’s distant nephews? Are they engaged yet? Do they have any girls they fancy?”
Holding onto a pheasant, the Old Village Chief leaned towards Su Hu and whispered with a grin, “If they haven’t decided, you could ask your wife about her thoughts on Dashan’s girls.”
Gale and Storm had disguised themselves with different features to hide their identities, pretending to be Li Xiu’e’s relatives.
Since Li Xiu’e is only 34, Gale and Storm’s disguises must not be too old. So, they made themselves appear like teenagers who were 17 or 18 years old. In reality, these two royal experts were almost thirty, not much younger than Li Xiu’e.
The villagers of Wuniu Village were unaware, and given the two men’s tall stature, decent looks, and superb hunting skills, many families with daughters began to consider marriage prospects.
The Old Village Chief was no exception, intending to pave the way for his granddaughter, and seized this opportunity to probe around.
Gale and Storm had practiced martial arts for years and had keen hearing.
Despite the Old Village Chief lowering his voice and whispering into Su Hu’s ear, they heard every word clearly.
The two palace guards had an involuntary twitch at the corner of their mouths.
The Old Village Chief’s granddaughter was Dashan’s eldest daughter, who was just thirteen years old.
With the habits formed from years spent as Empress’ guards, they had meticulously studied the living conditions of the thirteen households in Wuniu Village.
They knew the Old Village Chief’s family, their next door neighbors, inside out.
Hearing that the Old Village Chief intended to find a match for his granddaughter, Gale and Storm felt their scalp tingle. Ignoring politeness, they left hurriedly, their catch in tow.
It wasn’t that they were being particular, but they genuinely couldn’t bear to deceive a thirteen-year-old girl.
Back at the Su Clan house, Gale was venting his frustration while touching his smooth, youthful face.
“Why did you disguise us as teenagers? Now we are in a big mess…..”
“Was it my fault? The Little Prince is too young, posing as an adult wouldn’t do. Would you dare to let the Little Prince call you uncle?”
Storm argued back with a defiant question.
Gale faked a few coughs and shut his mouth.
He didn’t dare.
After preparing dinner, Li Xiu’e waited for everyone to return. She cheerfully called everyone to have their meals in the living room.
With more people at home, the kong surface bed in the main room didn’t have enough space.
Su Hu had specially prepared a room, emulating the decorations and furniture of wealthier families, and set it up as a living room for hosting guests. When there were many people at home, they put out a large round table in the living room for meals.
Su Zixuan arrived home from school on time. Hearing his mother’s call, he volunteered to go to the kitchen to help serve the food and arrange the bowls and plates.
Wang Meng, having helped Su Hu unload the baskets, gathered the hunted game, and had also washed his hands, offered to help as well.
“It smells so good!”
Su Zixuan took over the clay pot handed over by his mother, inhaled deeply, and asked with a smile, “Mom, what did you stew? It smells so good.”
“Pigeon Soup.”
Li Xiu’e replied with a gentle gaze: “It’s made specially for Xuan’er, to boost his health. Be careful while carrying it, don’t scald your hands.”
“Okay.”
Upon hearing that the soup was specially meant for the Little Prince, Su Zixuan’s elegant eyebrows knitted slightly with seriousness. The smile on his face disappearing, he carefully carried the clay pot to the living room.
“Wow, it’s really delicious!”
After washing his hands, Wang Meng walked over, inhaled the fragrant smell, looking envious: “The soup that mom makes gets more delicious each time.”
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