After cuddling for a while, Fu Shen finally woke up fully, got dressed, and sat at the table to eat breakfast. In the capital, he used to act like a superior among subordinates, maintaining a “no talking while eating” demeanor, but now with just the two of them, there were no such formalities. Fu Shen swallowed a mouthful of porridge and asked, “When are you planning to meet with the Prince of Qi?”
Yan Xiaohan handed him a peeled salted duck egg: “Leaving tomorrow. The Xishan Village matter is half-resolved, and the rest depends on how the authorities handle it. What about you? Are you coming with me or returning to the capital?”
Fu Shen stabbed his chopsticks down, releasing a stream of bright yellow oil, raised an eyebrow and countered, “Master Yan, am I your accompanying family member?”
“Aren’t you?” Yan Xiaohan emphasized, never missing a chance to assert his status, “Indeed a ‘family member’.”
His demeanor was far from usual, serious yet adorably silly, which softened Fu Shen’s heart: “Fine, my lord. I’ve even thrown away my mask, so I definitely can’t meet anyone.”
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Should you just tuck me into your pouch and take me to Jingzhou?”
Yan Xiaohan knew from his sarcastic tone that there was no chance, reluctantly saying, “I’m still not fully recovered from my addiction, and you’re leaving already.”
Fu Shen replied, “Do I owe you? Treating you is already generous. Besides, your addiction is long under control. You’re just being whiny.”
Though his tone was reproachful, his indulgence was obvious. Yan Xiaohan felt comfortable being scolded and asked considerately, “Where are you going next?”
“The day Chun Yang Daoist was executed, I said I wanted to start investigating from the Southwest,” Fu Shen said. “Since we’re already here, might as well take a look.”
Yan Xiaohan immediately grew anxious, firmly stating, “Not advisable. If the Southwest is truly Qiu Ye Bai’s source, it’s too dangerous for you to go alone…”
Oh my… how hard it is to love him.
Chapter 57 Longing | The First Day Apart, Missing Him
A man wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat leisurely rode a thin horse on the official road from Jingbei to Kuizhou, tossing crispy sesame cakes into his mouth.
