Chapter 188: The Most Capable Woman in All of Cang Cheng

Er Ni'er was yanked away by her mother, vanishing into the twilight.

Du Shanü, however, was delighted. She watched the mother and daughter disappear, then turned and spread her hands, smiling.

"There's nothing we can do ┐(? ～?)┌ I just can't stand it when a woman says she can't!"

What can't she do?

It's just unreasonable.

If it were her, she'd spend her life fighting for just one word: 'capable'.

She must not only be capable, but highly capable—most capable, most most capable!

In this life, she will absolutely not be foolish—

"Hmph~"

Chinu let out a moderate hum, drawing his gaze away from Yu Baobao, who was nibbling the sweet cake.

Although he didn't speak, his expression clearly said, 'Don't lump me together with him' ╭(╯^╰)╮!

Du Shanü's ambitious heart gave a jolt, and she had to add another thought——

No foolishness, except in love.

She handed the sweet cake to Chinu, whose nose wasn't a nose and eyes weren't eyes, then, while leading the two outside, she coaxed:

"Little ancestor, take a break..."

How can the sweet cake not even stick to his mouth!

Du Shanü felt half-dead, about to sigh, when a string of coughs sounded in her ear.

Du Shanü startled, turned her head, and the other half of her heart that wasn't dead instantly died——

"Cough, cough, cough—cough, cough, cough—save, save me? (; ′Д｀?)——"

Yu Baobao coughed, face flushed, one hand pinching the sweet cake, the other patting his chest.

Meanwhile, the sweet cake in his hand had already been more than half gnawed away.

Obviously, while Du Shanü was just speaking, Yu Baobao had been frantically nibbling the sweet cake; he must have eaten too quickly, for he choked!!!

What on earth is going on with these two!

How can one person have eight hundred ideas, while the other has minus eight hundred!

Du Shanü had no idea what to do; Du Shanü truly had no idea.

She gently patted Yu Baobao's back until he caught his breath, then she couldn't help but laugh.

She laughed, and Yu Baobao laughed along, clingingly taking her hand and asking:

"Wife Master, how many days can you stay this time?"

"A few days later is the Cold Food Festival; this sweet cake is delicious, and Xiao Ai wants to make it for you personally."

That day, the setting sun sang evening, and passersby went by in twos and threes.

In the distant mountains under the dusk, cooking smoke rose everywhere in sight.

Besides, soft words and laughter filled the ears, making everything all the more plain, long, and stable.

Du Shanü felt a rare sense of ease; she narrowed her eyes to gaze into the distance, about to answer, when in the next instant she saw several carriages rattling toward the city gate not far off.

The poor horses' expelled murky mist blended into the evening glow, their hoofbeats continuous and heavy without cease.

Obviously, the books and other items that Du Shanü had previously instructed Chen Weifang to transport had finally arrived in Cang Cheng.

Afterward, presumably Yun Niang, the elderly and frail women and children moving more slowly, along with the officials and constables responsible for the escort.

Du Shanü had the words on her lips, but ultimately swallowed them back:

"There's business in Dun Cheng; staying here much longer might be difficult, but on the day of the Cold Food Festival, I will definitely return to keep you company."

This damned day—she didn't go looking for official duties, but instead official duties came looking for her face!

Dun Cheng is still coveted by the south, and the Zhoufu magistrate, who firmly believes in fate, is still going mad.

She had returned in haste this time because of taking Ouyang Wu's relic, and she feared she wouldn't be able to stay long.

Naturally, these are what the capable should do, and there's nothing special about them.

But the matter of the ginseng pill is truly unbearable!

How long has it been since she last saw Yu Baobao!

Just, just......

Du Shanü let out a heavy sigh, revealing a rather pained expression.

Yu Baobao sort of understood, but instead laughed to comfort her:

"It's fine, Wife Master."

"Our days ahead are still long; not being able to eat sweet cake at this Cold Food Festival is fine, for there will be countless more Cold Food Festivals to come!" (〃'▽'〃)

Chinu: "......"

Du Shanü: "...... (〃＞ dish ＜)"

This eating is not that eating, Yu Baobao!

What she craves is certainly not just a bite of sweet cake!

Du Shanü's face full of despair, she could only guiltily avert her gaze to continue watching the movements at the city gate.

The creaking of the wheels mixed with shouts, as those several carriages bore heavy cargo, the drivers whipping their whips to drive the livestock forward.

Originally everything seemed ordinary, but Du Shanü's gaze swept over the convoy and locked onto the last horse, unable to shift even a bit.

That was a deep brown horse, tall in stature, yet not fast in its gait.

The rider was a tall, stern-faced man, still wearing the familiar gray-brown short clothes, with a knife at his waist and his spine ramrod straight.

It was Liu Liu, whom they had only recently parted from.

By rights, he shouldn't be surprised at this moment.

The trouble is, right now there's a young woman sitting sideways behind Liu Liu.

The woman had one foot dangling in the air, and the other ankle was wrapped in a strip of cloth; it looked like she was injured.

Du Shanü narrowed her eyes and strode forward:

"Yunniang?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but the man on horseback had astonishing hearing; he immediately reined in his horse and turned his head.

His sharply defined cold face showed little expression; he swept his gaze toward the source of the voice, and when his eyes fell on Du Shanü behind her, his stance visibly paused, and he immediately pressed his straw hat lower a bit.

Only then did he swing down from the horse, and then turn to help Yunniang, who was on the horse's back, down as well.

Du Shanü narrowed her eyes, not exposing the other's small maneuver, and became concerned about something even more puzzling to her.

Her gaze swept over Yunniang's ankle wrapped in cloth, and she asked:

"What's going on?"

Yunniang had been wronged all the way, gritting her teeth and enduring; seeing Du Shanü's concern now, her eyes almost reddened again, she took Du Shanü's hand and began to pour out her grievances:

"Benefactor, you don't know, today was truly perilous!"

"At the time, the convoy was escorting classics; one of the wagons carried cargo too heavy, and when crossing the bridge the wheel got stuck in a gap between the planks, the wagon tilted, and the whole wagon toppled off the bridge. I was helping Mother walk at the bridgehead, seeing the wagon cover press down, with no way to avoid it, I almost fell off the bridge......"

But unexpectedly, the man who had earlier brandished his blade at her with a cold stare actually possessed immense strength; his effort just managed to prop up the wagon cover, thereby sparing her and Mother from disaster, and also preventing the wagonload of books from coming to harm.

"Brave warrior."

"A truly brave warrior."

"No matter what misunderstandings existed before, from now on we will surely regard him as half a lifesaver!"

Yunniang spoke in detail, mentioning her own mother, her face showing extreme fright; it was obvious she still harbored lingering fear.

Du Shanü sized up the two people before her—one taciturn, one lively—and her expression finally showed a rare hint of fluster; she instinctively turned her head and glanced at Chinu, whose brow was furrowed with worry, yet he said nothing.

Du Shanü collected herself, opened her mouth several times, and finally heard her own voice:

"Since you've come, Liu."

"I will hand over what I previously mentioned to you, and then...... you should hurry back to Dun Cheng."

?? Heavens: I'm scrambling!

? Shasha: I'm tearing it apart!