For a moment, the citizens who had previously criticized her felt guilty, believing they had misunderstood such a good city lord’s wife. Their way of making amends was simple and sincere – bringing the best things from their homes to the city lord’s mansion. In a short time, the mansion had received enough food to last several years.
Yue Linze looked at the two rows of cured meat hanging in the courtyard, his brow furrowing: “Why say you had a terminal illness? It’s so inauspicious.”
“If you had stopped them from spreading rumors from the start, I wouldn’t have had to say this,” Tao Yu glanced at him sideways, biting into a candied hawthorn stick sent by the neighbor’s chubby child.
Yue Linze, feeling guilty, remained silent. At the time, he had been like a walking corpse, with no time to care about such things. Moreover, no one dared to say these things in front of him. By the time he learned of these rumors, he had already become a monk on the mountain, a renunciant who had seen through the world’s illusions.
Tao Yu looked at him amusedly. During this time, he had not shaved his head, and his hair had grown over an inch, looking robust and spirited, making people want to touch it.
Tao Yu followed her heart and truly touched his hair. Before Yue Linze could react, she took her candied hawthorn and left. Yue Linze hurriedly followed: “Where are you going?”
“Taking a nap,” Tao Yu answered.
Yue Linze carefully looked at her: “I’ll come too.”
“Where?” Tao Yu raised an eyebrow.
Yue Linze originally wanted to say “with you,” but seeing her expression, he changed his words: “I’ll go supervise the work. We’ve been rushing these days, and our bedroom is already taking shape. I believe we’ll be able to move in soon.”
Since he was no longer burdened with Wu Huan City’s survival, he had become relaxed, and his acting had returned to its previous clumsy state when he was a crybaby. Even with just a glance from Tao Yu, he could be seen through. But Tao Yu didn’t expose him, only saying “keep going” before turning to leave.
