Chapter 509: The Demon Lord Princess Consort's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 602: An Opportunity?

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The man who struck replied respectfully: "Reporting to the Emperor, this subordinate is also not entirely clear on the specific situation. It is said that woman only showed a head, so it is truly difficult to discern her identity." Ouyang Chengqi listened, his brows furrowing slightly, seemingly unsatisfied with this answer.

He was silent for a moment, then said: "Hmm, We know. You may withdraw first." The reporter, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly saluted and withdrew.

Ouyang Chengqi's gaze fell on Eunuch Cheng beside him, and he asked thoughtfully: "So he's had an iron tree blossom?"

Eunuch Cheng hurriedly bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, this might be a good opportunity." The two looked at each other and smiled, each understanding what the other was thinking.

Simultaneously, on the other side, Ouyang Chengren was riding a horse, galloping toward the General's Mansion.

Along the way, aside from some commoners at the very beginning who saw Qianqian show her head, no one else saw her again. And because the distance was far, they actually didn't see her features clearly either.

So, this did not affect people's enthusiasm.

Some people threw flowers and handkerchiefs toward Ouyang Chengren one after another, to show welcome.

Ouyang Chengren appeared somewhat impatient about this; he frowned tightly, muttering secretly in his heart: "These people are truly annoyingly persistent."

Although displeased in his heart, Ouyang Chengren did not say another word, merely silently enduring it all. Soon, he arrived at the General's Mansion gate, the carriage slowly stopping.

Ouyang Chengren dismounted nimbly, walked quickly to the carriage side, and said softly toward the interior: "Qianqian, we've arrived, get down."

As soon as he finished speaking, not long after, the carriage curtain was gently lifted, a jade hand like a green onion stretched out from inside, like mutton-fat white jade, delicate and smooth.

This hand slowly placed itself on Ouyang Chengren's hand, as if transmitting a trust.

Immediately after, a woman dressed in a white skirt appeared in everyone's line of sight.

Her figure was petite and exquisite, like a light butterfly, giving a fresh and unworldly feeling.

She moved nimbly; holding Ouyang Chengren's hand, she leaped lightly, descending from the carriage like a fairy descending to the mortal world.

However, just as everyone had not yet had time to see her features clearly, the tall Ouyang Chengren suddenly stepped forward, just happening to block the woman's figure.

His movement was natural and smooth, as if subconscious behavior, but in reality it was intentional.

Ouyang Chengren did this because he did not want others to see Qianqian's appearance.

And Qianqian herself also seemed to intentionally avoid everyone's gaze; she feared going out would make her targeted by others, especially those with ill intentions.

So, although the two had not discussed it beforehand, at this moment they had astonishing tacit understanding, protecting Qianqian in unison without prior agreement.

Just like that, no one could see Qianqian's features clearly, only able to see her petite figure tightly shielded behind Ouyang Chengren.

Afterward, the two walked quickly into the General's Mansion, leaving a group of commoners discussing animatedly on the spot.

After entering the General's Mansion, Qianqian looked around, unable to help but exclaim that the servants here were even more numerous than at the Bai Residence.

She pondered secretly: The General's Mansion doesn't even have a master, yet arranges this many servants, it's truly money-burning enough! However, Qianqian soon realized this wasn't something she should worry about, so she stopped thinking about it, letting it be.

Immediately after, a tall, sturdy middle-aged man walked over slowly.

His steps were steady, his face resolute, giving a steady and reliable feeling. When he walked before Qianqian, he stopped, cupped his fists with both hands, performed a standard clasped-fist salute toward Qianqian, and called out respectfully: "Miss."

Qianqian felt some surprise at this strange man; she looked at him puzzled, not knowing who he was.

However, before Qianqian could open her mouth to ask, Ouyang Chengren smiled and explained: "Qianqian, this is Uncle Sun; he was once my subordinate. Later, he suffered some internal injuries on the battlefield, unable to continue fighting on the frontier."

Hearing Ouyang Chengren's words, Qianqian immediately understood. She hurriedly smiled and replied: "Hello, Uncle Sun!" Uncle Sun also smiled and nodded in response.

Ouyang Chengren continued: "Qianqian, if you have any problems or need help, you can find Uncle Sun. He will help you arrange everything properly."

Finished speaking, Ouyang Chengren glanced at the time, saying somewhat hurriedly: "I must return to the palace first; if I go too late, I'm afraid it won't be good."

Qianqian nodded understandingly, saying: "Alright, you go quickly." Ouyang Chengren looked at Qianqian once more, seeming somewhat reluctant, but ultimately turned and left.

Seeing Ouyang Chengren leave, Uncle Sun said to Qianqian: "Miss, this old servant will first take you to look at the courtyard." Qianqian hurriedly waved her hand, saying fearfully: "Uncle Sun, you're being too polite, how would I dare? Just treat me as you usually treat General Ouyang."

Hearing Qianqian's words, Uncle Sun's favorable impression of her increased a few degrees. He smiled and said: "Good, then Miss, I'll take you to see your courtyard." Qianqian said with a face full of smiles: "Good." Thus, the Steward led Qianqian and Hongdou, walking together toward the rear courtyard.

Along the way, Qianqian's gaze was attracted by the surrounding scenery, unable to help but exclaim: "Although no one lives in this courtyard, it's swept quite clean! And there are many flowers and plants planted here, truly making one's mood pleasant!"

At this moment, the Steward spoke aptly: "This General's Mansion has always been managed by me; these flowers were also planted by me because I felt the General's Mansion was too desolate, hoping to add some vitality here.

Miss, if you have any flowers you like, you can also tell me, and I'll arrange for people to plant them in your courtyard."

Hearing this, Qianqian replied with a beaming smile: "Great, Uncle Sun, I like peach blossoms."

Uncle Sun hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Alright, Miss rest assured, later I'll fill your courtyard with peach blossoms."

Qianqian hurriedly waved her hand, smiling: "No need to fill it, just plant three or five trees; too many would look crowded instead."

The two walked and chatted, very pleasantly. Along the way, they also encountered a few servants; these servants, upon seeing Qianqian, all saluted and greeted: "Miss, good!"

Qianqian smiled and nodded to them, then continued conversing with the Steward. The servants politely retreated to the side, continuing their own busy work.

Not long after, the two arrived before a courtyard.

The Steward walked quickly to the front, gently pushed open the courtyard gate, and entered first. Upon entering the courtyard, Qianqian saw the servants inside busy sweeping and sprinkling.

The ground was swept clean, not even a fallen leaf remaining, clearly someone was sweeping carefully.