"Reporting to the young palace master, it is indeed the old palace master's handwriting."
Leng Wuqing's face immediately turned deathly pale, her eyes darkening. She sat down on Wu Shilang's bed, nestled close to her, and like a child, buried her face in Wu Shilang's shoulder and arm. After a long while, she raised her head and continued to ask, "So, did you receive my last order? Is that person alright?"
At this, everyone who was standing knelt down, and you could hear them breathing.
Leng Wuqing immediately stood up, turned around, and stared straight at Wu Shilang, his eyes filled with shock. His expression was more serious than ever before.
Isoro became frightened by his gaze, pointed to the tip of his nose, and asked, "Who are you looking for? Is it about me?"
Leng Wuqing was startled. Coming to his senses, he forced a smile and said, "No, how could it have anything to do with a nobody like you?"
Although he was smiling, his expression waned. His face showed a look of utter despair, as if he had lost the only thing he could hold onto, filled with helplessness.
"Alright, all of you, get out. Don't come out unless I call you back."
He waved wearily, and the people in the room quickly disappeared into the night, completely vanishing from sight.
"Gigoro, have you ever lost a loved one?" Leng Wuqing's cold eyes flickered, avoiding Gigoro's gaze. "I mean, have you ever lost the person you valued most?"
Isoro shook his head blankly, a sense of foreboding rising from the bottom of his heart.
"Why are you asking me that?" she asked, turning her head away.
Leng Wuqing immediately burst into laughter, patted her head and said, "I just wanted to see you sad. You're so heartless, I wonder what you'd be like when you're sad."
“I will laugh, I will try my best to laugh,” Igoro answered him very seriously.
Leng Wuqing was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "You can laugh?"
“Yes, when you are sad, you should laugh. Even if you have lost a loved one, you should still laugh.” Isoro said solemnly, “Because if you cry, he will not be able to leave you and will not be able to pass away.”
Leng Wuqing's expression was quite complicated. He gave a wry smile and said, "Your argument is quite interesting. I like it."
Suppressing his inner turmoil, Isoro asked again, "Why are you asking me this?"
Leng Wuqing smiled slightly, appearing very gentle, then frowned in confusion and said, "I just received the devastating news of my father's passing, and I don't know how to express my feelings. I'd like to ask you for some advice."
"What a lunatic!" Wu Shilang glared angrily, then suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he asked curiously, "You and Wushuang don't have the same father?"
Leng Wuqing sneered and replied, "No, we share the same father."
That's strange. Logically speaking, Master Leng died twenty years ago. Wu Shilang was very confused. He looked up at Leng Wuqing again and asked, "Then it wasn't Master Leng who passed away twenty years ago?"
Leng Wuqing smiled and nodded, saying, "It is Elder Leng." He paused, then added, "It's getting late. You should rest early and not dwell on these old stories."
With a single sentence, he shut down all of Isoro's questions. Isoro could only lie down sullenly, his mind still replaying the questions from before.
It was rare for her to toss and turn all night, breaking her usual record of falling asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
"Miss Fifty, please come this way." Early in the morning, the waiter bowed and fawned, while Fifty Lang followed behind him, yawning incessantly.
When my eyes fell on the table of dishes by the window, I froze.
Her lips twitched, and her gaze swept over the other people in the hall. She noticed that everyone eating looked terrified, and they didn't even dare to sniff the food properly.
"Wu Shilang, have a meal." Leng Wuqing leaned back on the stool with a smile, looking as lazy as if he had no bones.
"No, no, no, this is too much for me." Isoro's lips twitched even more frequently; the table full of red and green dishes was making her lose her appetite.
"Sister-in-law, there's no need to be so polite." Leng Wuqing smiled languidly, casually picked up a large, colorful worm, and tossed it into the bowl in front of Wu Shilang.
Isoro stared at the large worm wriggling in the bowl, speechless.
The worm snaked its way down the bowl, leaving a long trail of white foam in its wake. Isoro endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't resist. He took off one of his shoes and slapped it down with a "smack".
When Leng Wuqing saw her fighting the giant worm with her bare hands, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
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"So, you like to eat them flat." Leng Wuqing smiled, picked up another hard-shelled insect with his chopsticks, crushed it with his internal force, and placed it in her bowl. He said gently, "Eat up, it'll be good for your journey." (Typed by Orange Garden Bubble Fish)
Enraged, Goruro picked up his chopsticks and proceeded to mash the insects even more.
"You don't like it?" Leng Wuqing frowned, reached out and broke off a locust's thigh, handing it over very solicitously, saying, "Then eat a thigh, it's more delicious than a chicken leg."
Isoro completely broke down, reaching out with his chopsticks to pick up food until the bowl was full of colorful dishes. Then, he slowly stood up and slammed the entire bowl down on Leng Wuqing's head, angrily saying, "If you love to eat so much, then eat more."
Strangely enough, the insects that fell on Leng Wuqing's head immediately bounced away on their own, and a few that couldn't escape instantly turned into corpses.
Leng Wuqing wasn't angry. He slammed his fist on the table and laughed, pointing at the table full of insects and ants. He said to the respectful black-clad followers behind him, "Take them all away and replace them with some normal food." Immediately, someone stepped forward and removed the still-wriggling insects and ants. Wu Shilang looked disgusted, covering his mouth with his hands, almost vomiting.
“If you had just eaten those insects…” Leng Wuqing looked at him with a smile and said gently, “you should be asleep by now.”
Isoro stared wide-eyed, terrified beyond measure, no longer aware of fear.
"I've had enough, Leng Qiqing!" Wu Shilang exploded, brandishing his single shoe and roaring, "Even if I lose my arms and legs, become blind and deaf, I will not stay with you."
"Ah? I can grant you all those wishes one by one." Leng Wuqing was very happy, sitting upright in the chair with a warm expression. "However, Sister-in-law Wushilang, are you sure you can find Leng Wushuang by yourself?"
Ichiro's anger was extinguished in an instant. He had to be patient if he wanted to see Leng Wushuang.
Whether following Luo Jinfeng or Leng Wuqing, all that's left is endless patience.
"Have you thought it through?" Leng Wuqing leaned over, a smile in his eyes. "Do you want to come with us?"
Isoro nodded helplessly and said, "Follow."
It had a hint of gritted teeth.
Leng Wuqing's smile widened, and he felt delighted. He said, "The martial arts tournament will be held in a few days. I'll take you to see the real martial arts world."
Igoro was overjoyed and asked, "Will we see Musou?"
Leng Wuqing's eyes flashed, and he laughed casually, saying perfunctorily, "You should, probably, see it."
Although his words were ambiguous, they filled Ishiro with joy: "Then let's set off quickly and go to that martial arts tournament as soon as possible."
"Why should I set off so soon?" Leng Wuqing said awkwardly, then smiled and said, "I hate it when people tell me what to do. Usually, in this situation, I'll make sure that person's wishes are dashed!"
What a pervert!
Ishiro smiled obsequiously and said, "Your Highness, then let's take our time and stroll along the way."
Leng Wuqing glanced sideways, understanding perfectly, and nodded with a smile, saying, "Very good, very good, this palace master will grant your wish!"
What a pervert! Goruro swallowed his anger and said in an even more humble voice, "Then I will listen to the Palace Master."
Leng Wuqing's smile grew even brighter, like a sunflower welcoming the morning sun, fully blooming, as he said, "That's excellent. I've always liked docile pets."
Isoro could no longer laugh and could only remain silent with a stiff face.
"This palace mistress really wants to have a bowl of Pearl Jade White Jade Soup." Leng Wuqing leaned back casually, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "What, is there a problem?"
Isoro quickly shook his head and said firmly, "Absolutely no problem!"
Absolutely no problem! That's just wishful thinking!
In the afternoon, they had arrived in the outskirts of the city. Since there was no village or shop in sight, they stayed overnight at a farmer's house.
"Fifty-Lang, it's time to show off your skills," Leng Wuqing said happily, fanning himself with a small fan, causing his shoulder-length black hair to sway and bounce. He sat upright at the dining table with a beaming smile, like a domestic man waiting for the food to be served, and said expectantly, "I want to drink the Pearl Jade White Jade Soup." (Typed by Orange Garden Bubble Fish)
It's actually a very simple soup, nothing more than spinach, tofu, and small glutinous rice balls. This was made by my mother when I was little, using whatever ingredients she had on hand during occasional visits. Although it's simple, it always has a warm feeling in my mouth.
"Alright, I'll do it." Isoro resignedly rolled up his sleeves, looking worried about his first time cooking.
Two full hours passed, and Leng Wuqing was so impatient he almost overturned the table.
"Here he comes." Isoro, his sleeves rolled up and his face covered in soot, came running from the back room, carrying a large porcelain bowl that was steaming. He nodded very seriously, "You can drink it now."
The steam rising from the white porcelain bowl, carrying warmth, obscured the figure of Isoro, who was carrying the basin.
A wave of warmth slowly welled up in Leng Wuqing's heart. He rolled up his sleeves, tidied his long, loose hair, pursed his thin lips, and nervously picked up the porcelain spoon on the table. He solemnly scooped up a spoonful and put it into his mouth.
Time seemed to freeze. Leng Wuqing's lips twitched violently, and the soup he was holding sprayed out, hitting the face of the nearest black-clad cult member.
The follower, terrified after Tang Yong poured the soup all over his face, immediately knelt down, banging his head back and forth, and cried out, "Thank you, Young Master, for the soup!"
Leng Wuqing was furious. Pointing at him, she sneered, "Is this the soup of yours to drink? Go and scrape off all the parts that are stained with soup."
Isoro was terrified for a moment, then quietly moved and hid in the shadows.
"Fifty-year-old sister-in-law, come here." Leng Wuqing's face was full of smiles, without the slightest impropriety. His gentle and considerate manner made people feel that he was the most wonderful man in the world.
Isoro had no choice but to move out again, forcing a smile, and said, "Isn't it good? I've been working hard for several hours."
As the saying goes, even if you don't achieve great things, you still put in the effort.
Leng Wuqing smiled and shook his head, praising sincerely, "It's delicious. I've never tasted a soup that has all the flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Sister-in-law Fifty, would you like to try it yourself?"
Isoro immediately waved his hand and replied sincerely, "No, no, no, I made it according to your taste; it's not my own style at all."
Leng Wuqing casually scooped with a spoon, and a large blue worm floated to the surface. He frowned slightly, then suddenly smiled at Wu Shilang and asked, "What is this?"
Isoro honestly answered, "Green worm."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "I painstakingly searched for these in vegetable gardens within a 500-meter radius. Although they aren't as colorful as the ones you found, they're still related, so they should taste about the same."
Leng Wuqing remained silent, his lips twitching slightly.
He continued scooping with the spoon, then scooped up another small, dark lump and asked, "What is this?"
Now, Isoro became even more proud and replied, "Tadpole."
These tadpoles were all painstakingly scooped up one by one by Isoro; each one was truly a crystallization of his sweat.
“Tadpoles?!” Leng Wuqing’s voice trembled for a moment, then he forced a smile and said, “Why would you think I like to eat these?”
Isoro looked completely innocent, blinked, bent down and analyzed very seriously: "I see you like frogs and toads so much, you must be craving these kinds of delicacies. Since I couldn't catch their parents, I simply brought you the little ones."
Leng Wuqing completely broke down, remaining silent for a long time as he watched the soup.
"Is there not enough material?" Ishiro asked, looking troubled. "But this is all the material I could find, and I've tried my best."
She showed her hand, which still had blisters from the burns.
Leng Wuqing's eyes darted over, and he suddenly remembered his mother cooking soup for him through a wooden door when he was young. He remembered getting countless blisters from the burns that time.
His heart softened immediately. He sighed and praised, "No, it is indeed delicious. There are plenty of ingredients and seasonings. It's just that I don't have an appetite."
Isoro felt relieved and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Actually, she didn't know that the Treasure Toad Palace never ate insects or ants; they were only used when concocting poisons. Leng Wuqing's breakfast that morning was entirely his own twisted pleasure, and now, in the end, it was the Palace Master Leng who suffered. (Typed by Orange Garden Bubble Fish)
“Such a fine soup should not be wasted,” Leng Wuqing said with admiration in his eyes and a smile. He waved to the black-clad followers in the room and said in a gentle tone, “Come over here. This time, I, the Palace Master, will grant you permission to drink this soup of green worms and jade tadpoles.”