Chapter 106: A Gift for the Leader of the Rebels
Jiang Yu was in the courtyard, cracking melon seeds.
These were meant for guests during the New Year!
She was just a tiny bit early.
As she cracked them, she watched the two children holding hands at the gate.
Tsk, tsk.
Her sister was so cute.
She had chosen the fabric for these floral padded jackets herself, and they really did look good on her sister and that Young Master Zi.
Jiang Yu looked at the burly man, Black Tower, and offered him a handful of melon seeds, saying, “Uncle, let’s crack some together.”
Black Tower wanted to say that he was still single, unmarried, and not that old; he just looked mature.
Forget it.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch~~”
In this territory, if there were any bad guys, he wouldn’t be the one who had to deal with them.
“What’s so interesting to look at?” the boy asked in a soft, sweet voice.
“The bustle,” the toddler replied in a milky voice.
Zi Congheng didn’t know what was so interesting about the bustle, but it didn’t seem bad either.
People were like ants, busy and bustling about.
Little Turtle seemed to really like ants; she always kept one in her pocket.
“Brother Chong, do you miss your Father?” Mianmian asked.
Zi Congheng was stunned for a moment.
To tell the truth, he didn’t.
He was rather indifferent when it came to emotions.
He took things lightly.
His Father had taken in many foster sons, and he had never been jealous or envious, because he felt those were strange, superfluous emotions. That man was his own Father; what was there to doubt?
And as for the women in his Father’s backyard, to Zi Congheng, they were people with whom he had no relationship. If they wanted to curry favor with him, he didn’t need to do anything.
So he found it a bit strange why Little Turtle’s Father cared so much.
Perhaps it was because her Father was sicker than he was.
He didn’t care.
“I don’t,” Zi Congheng said decisively.
Mianmian looked up at him. Hmph, this little boy was being stuck-up; he definitely missed him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken so long just to answer one sentence.
“Give Father a gift, send one,” she said in a firm, milky voice.
Emotions are mutual and need to be expressed. If you don’t express them, the other party won’t receive them.
Mianmian felt it was necessary to teach this stuck-up little brat a lesson.
Mainly because she had overheard her Mother sighing at night, saying that this motherless child was pitiful; if his Father didn’t care, no one would.
“I have nothing,” Zi Congheng said.
His Father had everything and didn’t need him to send anything. He even had so many sons, and every one of them would send gifts.
Mianmian bent down, picked up a twig from the ground, and handed it to him.
“Here.”
When you’re a child, anything you give is a gift.
Just like her; whenever she casually gave her Father a stone, he would cherish it and carry it with him every day when he went to work.
Zi Congheng looked at the twig that Little Turtle had casually picked up from the ground. It was bare, but quite symmetrical, with two branches on each side.
He turned back and said to Black Tower, “Send someone to give this to my Father.”
Black Tower tucked the twig away and quickly disappeared.
Mianmian wanted to add that it should be wrapped… but, never mind.
The act of giving a gift was important; the form was not.
His Father should be happy to receive a small branch sent by his son.
Maybe seeing the gift would make him want to come and take him back.
“Time to eat!” her older sister shouted, coming out to lead the two children back.
One hand grabbed Mianmian’s hand, and the other grabbed Young Master Zi’s hand; both were icy cold.
Young Master Zi let go of the toddler’s hand, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he was grabbed again by Little Turtle’s older sister.
He wanted to struggle, but the older sister was even stronger than Little Turtle~~
Forget it.
He gave up struggling, his face dark.
But he usually had a dark face anyway, so no one could really tell his true emotions.
Especially not Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu felt satisfied as long as there was food.
She happily carried the two children back to the kitchen to eat.
Her face had become noticeably rounder recently, and her skin was fairer; she looked very pleasing.
Although the Jiang Family looked like they had average conditions, their meals and accommodations were very clean, so Zi Congheng didn’t feel too uncomfortable living here.
At mealtime, there was Aunt Qin, Little Turtle, Little Turtle’s sister, and him.
Black Tower had gone to find someone to deliver the item.
Jiang Yu looked at the two people sitting in a row; their movements were so identical.
Her sister was already a neat freak, but this Young Master Zi next to her was even cleaner.
Jiang Yu had truly met the first person who loved cleanliness even more than her sister.
While eating, Young Master Zi suddenly said, “Aunt Qin, are you willing to follow me?”
Jiang Yu:… Mianmian:…
We treat you like a little friend, and you actually want to steal my Mother.
At least the Godfather is young, but you’re still just a little kid.
Qin Luoxia looked at the little boy’s round face and couldn’t help but gently pinch his cheek, smiling, “That won’t do. Why don’t you stay, and Auntie will raise you.”
Jiang Yu joined in the fun, saying, “Right, right, stay behind! Or how about we arrange a betrothal? I’ll marry Mianmian off to you, since you are both so incredibly clean.”
“No,” a soft, sweet voice said.
“No,” a milky voice said.
“Young Master, I’m back.” Black Tower’s booming voice came from the courtyard.
He was the Young Master’s personal bodyguard and normally couldn’t leave, but since Aunt Qin was in this courtyard, he felt at ease leaving for a little while.
But he had returned quickly and made it just in time for mealtime, which made him happy.
For some reason, Black Tower felt that the food Aunt Qin cooked was very fragrant and delicious.
Although it was all very simple food, it was just better than what was outside.
He suspected that the Young Master had stayed because he wanted to eat the food at her house.
Moreover, after eating the food from Aunt Qin’s home, he felt as if he had endless strength.
Perhaps Aunt Qin had some secret cooking recipe that allowed her to have such high martial arts skills.
Black Tower secretly decided to eat a little more, hehe.
Black Tower shouted and walked in with a chuckle.
He took the basin to serve rice, completely unaware that his career as a personal bodyguard had almost come to an end.
The little master had wanted to replace him~~~
Qin Luoxia thought it was just the Young Master missing his Mother.
She felt even more pity for him.
During the meal, she gave him an extra piece of meat.
Mianmian also took the opportunity to scoop a spoonful of the wild scallions she didn’t like and wobbled over to give them to him.
Hmph! Little brat, trying to steal my Mother.
“Brother Chong, eat.”
Young Master Zi—no one at home would ever put food in his bowl, because he was too clean.
But now, looking at the extra meat and wild scallions in his bowl.
Aunt Qin was looking at him with loving eyes.
Little Turtle was staring at him with her big, watery eyes.
He suddenly realized why that Mr. Jiang was so sick, yet still ate the meat he didn’t like in such large mouthfuls…
Sometimes, perhaps it’s because love is too heavy.
Under the gaze of the one big and one small pair of eyes.
Zi Congheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and eat both the meat and the wild scallions. By the time he finished, his eyes were red, and he hoped his Father would come and take him away soon.
He didn’t want to stay anymore.
Qin Luoxia’s eyes also turned red. This child was truly lacking love; he even teared up from just being given a mouthful of vegetables. It was heartbreaking.
Mianmian chuckled inwardly. Little brat, the wild scallions don’t taste good, do they? They made your eyes red from the pungency. That’ll teach you to try and steal my Mother; I’ll feed you wild scallions every day.
Jiang Yu thought to herself, This kid is really pitiful; he’s moved to tears just by eating a meal.
Black Tower, who was eating in large mouthfuls, saw the Young Master actually eating the vegetables someone else had put in his bowl. He widened his eyes, though his mouth didn’t stop.
He thought, The Young Master must really like this family.
They rode at top speed, whipping their horses, rushing along.
They traveled like a lightning bolt, delivering it swiftly with the wind.
After rushing and hurrying, they finally delivered that small twig to the Rebels’ main camp at the Prefecture City government office.
Great Marshal Zi, the founder of his generation, was indeed very busy.
It was New Year’s Eve, and he was still gathering his subordinates for a meeting.
They held the meeting while keeping watch for the New Year, doing both at once.
“Foster Father, it’s almost New Year’s. Congheng is still outside. Let me go pick him up. I don’t know why Mr. Gang left him in Ming County,” Foster Son Number One, Zi Wenxin, spoke up.
Great Marshal Zi finally remembered, Right, my son is still outside.
He was too busy.
The Emperor had sent a large army; there was a tough battle to be fought.
Rebellion meant putting your head on your belt; if you win, your nine generations prosper, and if you lose, your nine generations go on a trip to the underworld together.
At this moment, a subordinate ran in hurriedly, “Lord, the Young Master has sent you a gift.”
Great Marshal Zi’s expression brightened.
He had never received a gift from his son before.
He was a bit afraid to talk to his own son; his son always said things that were deadly.
He waited expectantly.
The result was seeing the subordinate cautiously hand over a twig.
“Where’s the gift? Did it fall off on the way?”
The subordinate bit the bullet and said, “This is it. It was sent via eight-hundred-li express.”
Great Marshal Zi:…
The strategists:…
Great Marshal Zi took the twig and looked at it seriously for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed, “That’s my boy, hahahahaha!”
The crowd looked at their Lord, feeling a bit confused.
They saw the Lord say to Zi Wenxin, “Wenxin, you don’t need to go pick him up. He sent me a willow branch to tell me he wants to stay, hahahahaha.”
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