Frühlingsreise

Kapitel 50

"I'm thinking, should I be 'Tang Congrong' or 'Princess Miannian'?"

"You want to become the head of the Tang Clan again?" Tang Qiefang's face was miserable. "Then isn't the imperial court going to send me another 'Princess Miannian'?"

"But, being a princess all year round, life is too boring..." Drowsiness washed over her, and with his warm chest, Tang Congrong drifted off to sleep.

Tang Qiefang, however, was wide awake, staring out the window as darkness turned to pale light, until the last ray of light shone in.

Daylight broke.

He had seen such moments more than once, but never before had he felt such peace and joy.

That ray of sunlight seemed to shine directly into my heart.

Could this all be a dream?

Like the ghost stories I heard as a child, a beautiful woman came to find the scholar, spent a wonderful night with him, and left at dawn.

Will this person disappear from sight at the moment of dawn?

He stared at her, his eyes unblinking. He knew in his heart how absurd his worry was, yet he couldn't help but worry.

Thankfully, she's there. She's always been there.

She is there.

She was fast asleep. Her eyelashes were long like butterfly wings, her lips were pale red, and traces of last night's lovemaking still lingered on her neck.

He gently pulled her into his arms.

With that movement, Tang Congrong woke up, her face pressed against his chest, his skin firm, her forehead against it, feeling its warmth.

"woke up?"

"Um."

"Calm down, I have a solution."

"What method?"

“Tell Tang Yuchang and the others your secret, and then you will be both Tang Congrong and Mian Nian.”

Tang Congrong chuckled, "Guess what they'll do after I tell them?"

transfixed.

No doubt about it.

One can completely refer to Tang Qiefang's reaction at the time, and it would definitely be even worse. Because Tang Congrong suddenly became a woman, Tang Qiefang couldn't have wanted it more, but for the elders of the Tang Clan, it was a devastating disaster.

"Can those uncles and elders handle it?"

"What's there to be able to bear or not bear?" Tang Qiefang said. "They've watched you grow up and take over the Tang Clan all these years. Apart from being a woman, what makes you unqualified?"

"It's precisely because she's a woman."

"Don't forget that you already ordered the women of the Tang Clan to learn martial arts, and the future leader of the Qingcheng Sect is also a woman! Tang Yuchang has praised Yue Shenhong to me more than once!"

Chapter Ninety-One

Tang Congrong was tempted, but then she thought, "No, no, that would mean Tianxiang's secret would be exposed. If I were Tang Congrong, I would never marry my great-uncle."

Tang Qiefang smiled, her red lips like blood, her eyes and brows possessing an unusual charm. "Have you forgotten again? You have already ordered that the lordships of each branch no longer be hereditary; anyone capable can take the position. As for me, although I am not of Tang Clan blood, I am the son-in-law of the Tang Clan, and also a member of the Tang Clan. I am still qualified to sit in the position of lord of the Pharmacy. Moreover, you have Hua Manyu Needle, I have Tianxiang, and the current emperor is your nephew-in-law. Congrong, is there anything in this world that we cannot do?"

When Tang Yuchang and the others saw Seventh Aunt, they couldn't help but sigh at the same time, "She really looks like the head of the family!"

As she smiled and greeted everyone, the thought that "she looks so much like the head of the family" arose in everyone's minds at the same time.

When they saw the tattoo on the left hand, everyone marveled at the wonders of nature, not only that there are people who look so alike, but also that there are tattoos that look so similar.

Although they were much older than the newlyweds, everyone still stood up to greet Aunt Qi one by one. She quickly stopped them, saying, "Uncles and elders, it's me."

Even though Tang Yuchang had experienced many ups and downs, he was still stunned when he heard his "aunt" call him "uncle". Tang Congrong continued, "I am Congrong".

The world was eerily quiet at that moment.

Then, the old woman rowing the boat saw all the elders rush out together. Since the small boat could only carry three people, some couldn't wait and swam across to the other side.

The oldest among them, Tang Yuyang, suffered from a fever for two months as a result.

Even the usually composed Tang Yuchang reportedly lost his composure in the training room, shouting, "How could such a thing happen?"

What exactly happened in Tingshui Pavilion that day?

Did they settle things?

Who knows? Who cares? The cool summer breeze has already started to blow, the lotus flowers in the lake have already bloomed, and Grandma Yu's sour plum drink is ready. Tang Qiefang took a small sip, and um, it was icy, sour, and sweet.

Just as he was enjoying his meal, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared before his eyes, grazing past his ear. Tang Congrong's calm voice rang out: "The soup has dripped onto my chessboard."

Tang Qiefang smiled and said, "I think you're clearly jealous that I can drink plum juice."

Tang Congrong gave a faint snort.

"Bear with it for a few days. You're a woman, so you can't eat anything raw or cold these days," Tang Qiefang comforted her considerately. "Don't worry, I'll eat your portion too, I won't waste a single thing."

Another silver needle flew past, and Tang Qiefang laughed out loud, easily dodging it. The needle flew directly out of the window, perhaps piercing a lotus flower, or perhaps falling straight into the water.

These lotus flowers have been blooming for over a decade and have never changed.