Chapter 79: True—The Demeanor of the Principal Consort!

Chinu got angry.

Chinu got angry again.

The result of being angry was that, though clearly a seriously ill person, he buried his head and strode on, his leg strength actually surpassing Du Shanü's.

Du Shanü stepped aside to let him pass, walking behind him, occasionally greeting familiar villagers passing by the country road, and she actually let out a big sigh of relief.

Actually, she was completely taken in by Chinu's act, even feeling a bit dizzy.

But that doesn't mean she would act without considering the consequences.

Chinu can't tell the difference between ruler and subject, husband and wife; she really ought to figure it out, right?

Back then she chose Yu Baobao as her husband, and she surely still hoped for a peaceful, stable little life with him...

Even though seizing the kingdom has nothing to do with peace and stability, she can't drag every matter before Yu Baobao.

Otherwise, what would Yu Baobao do?

Du Shanü's thoughts surged in her mind, and her steps slowed even more.

Seeing that she indeed did not pursue, the figure ahead truly felt a surge of anger, and after a few steps, vanished completely at the end of the country road in the dusk.

Since the mill's tip could already be seen here, stealing occasional glances at Du Shanü ahead with his peripheral vision wasn't really a big deal.

Walking in the afterglow of the setting sun, she searched through the three mills that had been busy all day, and finally found Ouyang Yan, who had completely turned into a desperate scoundrel.

The sound of water turning the millstones in the mill never ceased.

Ouyang Yan kept accounts with one hand and worked the abacus with the other, his face full of the exhaustion of having his wits nearly drained by the accounts.

Du Shanü presented the previously drawn sketch of the male corpse in the woods to him and got straight to the point:

"Have you seen this person?"

Currently we know very little about the male corpse in the woods, so naturally we should investigate.

There is a free grindstone here, and many people come daily; with such a conspicuous mole on his face, it's not impossible that Ouyang Yan might have bumped into him during a break from his busy work...

"No."

Ouyang Yan glanced up, and Du Shanü's fantasy shattered.

But then Ouyang Yan continued:

"Wife Master, if you want to find this person, just copy a sketch and leave it at the mill; tomorrow, when I see someone, I'll ask on the pretext that he owes the mill money, and before long I'll be able to track him down."

In this world, nobody is truly a fool.

Now that Wife Master already wants to find someone, asking things like "Why are you looking for him?" or "Who is this person?" is pointless.

How to find him, showing that you're willing to look, is the key.

Ouyang Yan's exhaustion is genuine, but the earlier affected, doddering vibe in his brows seems to have completely dissipated.

Since the last time Du Shanü chatted with him, he seems to have suddenly realized that he too can handle things and live without relying on others.

Du Shanü withdrew her gaze and tore off that page of the copy:

"I've had it ready for you; use a bit of effort and you'll surely find out about this person."

Ouyang Yan nodded, carefully placed the portrait in the most conspicuous spot on the desk, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, gave a somewhat ambiguous smile:

"Wife Master, did you gain anything in matters of the heart today?"

Du Shanü was already a bit guilty-hearted; hearing this, her heart gave a heavy thump, and she almost threw the hemp ledger in her hand away.

But having lived two lifetimes, she still had her composure; she only gave a slight cold chuckle, then said:

"...... What should I have gained?"

As a matter of fact, people really can't do even a little guilty deed.

As soon as she said that, Ouyang Yan's smile flickered slightly, and his eyes grew a bit bewildered:

"...... The Young Master has been waiting for you to come home, you didn't know?"

Originally, not knowing that Yu Baobao was the Young Emperor, the family members had all cursed the Young Emperor more or less.

But since Yu Baobao revealed his identity, aside from Du Shanü, everyone else in the family now calls him Young Master when outside, which can be seen as fulfilling their loyalty to the former dynasty.

Therefore, when Ouyang Yan said that, Du Shanü silently thought her reaction had been over the top.

Ouyang Yan had been busy all day, not knowing whether she had returned home, so he merely assumed she had come out from home and was ready to tease her and Yu Baobao...

Du Shanü's heart inexplicably sped up a few beats, and she instinctively asked:

"What does he want from me?"

Ouyang Yan vaguely sensed something was off, but couldn't put his finger on it; being interrupted like this, the smile at the corner of his mouth appeared again.

He shook his head, his demeanor relaxed and content, as if recalling his youth, and simply said:

"If you go back and take a look, you'll know."

In this life, Du Shanü hates it most when people speak only half of what they mean.

But reason tells her she actually doesn't need to press further...

Because this is surely a surprise.

Du Shanü rarely felt a hint of panic; she hastily gathered the hemp papers, forced herself to sound calm while giving two instructions, and then strode back.

The setting sun flung its last thread of gold across the countryside, dyeing the distant field ridges with a warm hue.

That especially sturdy "Bunker" was also wrapped in a soft glow; the roughness of its mud walls was smoothed by the halo of light, the roof glimmered with a faint gold sheen, and even the foxtail grass growing at the corners caught a hint of warmth.

Under the old locust tree in front of the house stood a tall yet gentle figure.

He wore a clean ramie short shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing arms that had become quite sturdy over these days.

His hair was lightly lifted by the evening breeze, resting against his smooth forehead.

Between his brows and eyes there was not a trace of harshness, only gentleness; his brows were level, the corners of his eyes slightly drooping, his gaze sweeping past the ends of the field ridges, carrying a faint, hard-to-detect anxiety, yet also harboring steady anticipation.

The wind swept over the field ridges, lifting the scent of soil and wheat.

He slightly lifted his chin, his gaze suddenly pausing; his previously warm eyes instantly brightened, the earlier anxiety completely dispelled, and the corner of his mouth quietly rose with a faint yet genuine smile.

Du Shanü's heart softened, and she unconsciously called out:

"Yu Baobao!"

The person waiting for her under the old locust tree, whose whole-body warmth was even more moving than the sunset......

Who else could it be but Yu Baobao?

After days of medicinal drips, Yu Baobao, who originally needed to wear an eye shield, is now actually getting better!

Seeing her, Yu Baobao was also very happy, took a few steps forward and stood beside Du Shanü.

Du Shanü had wanted to ask a few more caring words about how the other's eyes were, how today was, but before she could speak, she saw Yu Baobao reach out, take the parcel hanging from her shoulder, and sling it onto his own back.

That was the ash box of Chen Weifang's parents.

The box was not big, nor heavy, wrapped in a piece of blue cloth and hung on the shoulder; even Du Shanü herself had forgotten it, but Yu Baobao spotted it at a glance.

Du Shanü didn't know what to say in her heart, then saw Yu Baobao carrying a pack, naturally taking her hand, smiling as he led her indoors.

"Wife Master, are you tired? What did you eat outside today? Have you eaten enough?"

"It's fine if you haven't eaten enough; we'll start the meal soon, later we'll heat some water to wash your legs and feet, sleep well tonight, and you won't be tired tomorrow."

A very ordinary conversation.

But only when the sun neared the western hills and the last light faded did one realize how precious it was.

At this moment, Du Shanü finally recalled that what she had originally wanted seemed to be just such a rural domestic life.

Fortunately.

Fortunately.

Earlier, I had instructed Chinu......

Du Shanü's heart relaxed a little, letting out half a breath, but before she could fully release the other half, she heard Yu Baobao whisper:

"Wife Master, now Chinu and A Chou are not here...... Do you want to kiss little love?"

?? Reiterate once more, if this story is a single male lead, Chinu really has almost no chance!

? However, the good news is that the author still hasn't decided whether to write a single male lead or multiple male leads... Please leave enthusiastic comments, Baobao fans! In the end, we will take everyone's opinions into account!!!