松鼠症仓库

Mu Jiangli glanced at him, inclined to pour more tea for Liu Shimei, and asked, “May I ask a rather presumptuous question? Has Eldest Miss Liu decided on a supplier for Fusheng Pavilion’s herbs?”

With his status, it was usually others who came seeking him. Yet, this silly second prince had been warning him with his eyes the entire time, leaving him no choice but to take the initiative.

Liu Shimei had completely failed to notice her pet dog communicating with someone else through their gazes and replied, “Not yet.”

She hadn’t expected him to suddenly bring up this matter. She was the one in need here, and she hadn’t even opened her mouth yet?

Was this a stroke of good luck falling from the sky?

She felt that something was odd, but she could not quite put her finger on it.

Mu Jiangli continued, “If Miss Liu ever has a need, 1 have quite a few connections. The events of today have been rather unpleasant for you, and if you ever require assistance in the future, 1 will do my best to help.”

“That would be most appreciated. Thank you in advance,” Liu Shimei replied, her heart filled with delight.

However, she had not let her excitement cloud her judgment.

As the saying goes, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Even though she could not sense any hostility from Mu Jiangli, the fact that he had extended an olive branch to her out of the blue could not help but arouse her suspicion.

But she could not ask directly. Instead, she engaged in a casual conversation with Mu Jiangli for a while.

Huangfu Lingyao took the opportunity to chime in, “Wife, are you hungry? I’m starving! 1 want to eat!”

Liu Shimei was speechless.

You’re feeding me so much; how hungry can I be?

But now that there was a commotion, Mu Jiangli, who sensed an opportunity, could not ignore it. He discreetly glanced at Huangfu Lingyao and said, “Since King Dun Yu mentioned being hungry, the journey back to the Imperial Capital is still quite long. How about a meal for everyone before you leave?”

Liu Shimei pursed her lips. “How could we impose like that?”

Mu Jiangli offered a gracious way out, “The road back to the Imperial Capital through the western suburbs is not very smooth. Miss Zhang just had her bones set, and the journey might be uncomfortable. Why not take a short rest here? When her foot feels better, I will personally arrange for you to be sent back to the Capital.”

Clearly, this Medicine Lord was quite adept at diplomacy, with high emotional intelligence.

“You’re right,” Liu Shimei thought of Zhang Miaozhen. She pondered, “Cui Wei, a courtesan, dares to oppose us. If there weren’t someone behind her, 1 truly wouldn’t believe it! Miaozhen might have been manipulated by the Miao siblings. She definitely can’t continue traveling with Miao Fengyu and Miao Linglong. Miao Fengyu is like a sly fox, and 1 don’t know if Miao Linglong has ulterior motives. It’s better to keep them apart!”

This was also why she did not kill Cui Wei outright. In the future, if she really caught any evidence against Miao Fengyu or Miao Linglong, she could use Cui Wei as a witness.

She agreed, “Then, well take you up on your offer.”

Lunch was postponed until the afternoon. Zhang Miaozhen’s foot indeed could not handle the bumps, so Mu Jiangli arranged for everyone to rest in guest rooms, not overstaying their welcome.

After all the commotion, Liu Shimei was indeed a bit tired. In her private room, just sitting there made her feel drowsy.

Huangfu Lingyao, who had been looking concerned, asked casually, “Wife, what are you thinking about?”

Liu Shimei glanced at him and sighed. “These complicated relationships, even if I explain, you might not understand.”

She paused, realizing that saying this might not be good for him, fearing that it might hurt his tender heart. She added, “Never mind, it doesn’t matter if 1 tell you.”

Huangfu Lingyao had a concerned expression on his face, but he was internally conflicted. He thought, I’ve overplayed my role. She trusts me too much and has labeled me as a simpleton. How can I break through this? How can 1 regain my position? How can a simpleton crawl back into the game?’

However, he had to maintain his joyful facade and said, “Yes, yes, Wife, please tell me!”