Chapter 446: with translation of chapter title

Shen Man, having washed her hands, returned to the main hall, sat at the dining table ready to eat noodles, and suddenly saw that only Xiao Nuomi and Lian Lian were in the courtyard, with Si Si playing.

Where is Xiao Mantou?

Where's her big son?

"Don't worry, the son is sleeping on the bed in grandpa's room."

He must be too sleepy; let him nap and don't bother him.

Jiang Ye scooped a spoonful of chili sauce into the noodles, feeling that a bit of spice was just right.

After explaining the son's whereabouts, they could finally eat heartily.

And don't even mention that Amei's cooking has gotten better and better!

"Aunt Manman, I'll keep an eye on Xiao Mantou."

Amei, after washing the kitchen utensils by the well, returned to the kitchen; as she passed the main hall, she heard Manman Aunt's question and echoed it.

She knows that people who have traveled long distances aren't in great spirits, so she hopes that after Manman and the others finish eating, they'll get a good rest and discuss later.

She takes advantage of the afternoon lull to prepare the seafood in the kitchen; the feast truly begins at night.

"Alright, thank you, Amei."

Shen Man felt relieved now; indeed, this isn't the Capital, and apart from the Han Family, no one can be trusted. Now this place is a Sea Island, a home.

Here, soldiers everywhere can be entrusted with the children.

Feeling fully secure, how nice.

In the courtyard, Xiao Nuomi, who hadn't played with sand in ages, got the hang of it, building a shapeless mound with sand and insisting it was a car.

Lian Lian was completely bewildered, let alone Si Si.

The younger sister insisted it was a car, so she pretended it was a car to make her happy.

After the couple finished their noodles, without any further words, Amei came over to clear the dishes and urged them to wash up and rest.

Indeed, Amei is that diligent!

They have already boiled water, carried it to the restrooms on both sides of the courtyard, adjusted the temperature, and filled the buckets.

What is execution ability?

This is it!

Amei, if you were born a few decades later, you'd definitely be a senior special assistant!

Shen Man took a bucket of laundry from the room and went to the courtyard bathroom to bathe.

Jiang Ye went to the bathroom in the neighboring courtyard to bathe; he showers quickly, rubbing a bar of soap from head to toe, then rinsing off the suds—done.

Shen Man can't keep up; she still has to wash her hair, bathe, use body wash, shampoo, doing them separately, which takes a long time.

Because her hair had grown a bit longer and was still damp, wrapped in a towel, she didn't go back to the room to sleep; instead she set up a rocking chair on a sun‑dappled spot of the corridor.

Amei took the children to the next house, probably to avoid them disturbing the rest.

They sighed again, that with Amei around, it truly is easy.

In the room, Jiang Ye closed his eyes to rest, and after hearing his wife's steady breathing, he too gradually fell asleep.

His wife can rest wherever she wants during the day, as long as she sleeps beside him at night.

On this trip to the Capital, although he seemed fairly spirited, in reality, whether commanding or interrogating, he maintained a high‑intensity mental strain.

Finally home, lying on the hard wooden board, it felt far more comfortable than lying in a golden fragrant wood coffin.

Uh, wait, why would he think that?

Did later generations bury him in a coffin made of golden fragrant wood when he died?

Jiang Ye didn't notice; the voice in his mind hadn't opposed him for many days.

Generally, when a child is unusually quiet, they're up to mischief.

Although he isn't "him," he is still him.

And what is Jiang Ye doing?

He didn't want to be constantly excluded and lose his beloved wife, so he made a deal he thought very profitable—

Voluntarily "merge."

"He" is gambling, betting that even if he discovers it, he won't stop "him."

"He" may be only a lingering soul, but his merit power is strong, possessing self‑awareness and special abilities.

Once merged with the host body, there will be no longer a separate consciousness, yet in a sense, that's what "he" wants.

Moreover, "he" has long realized that his own body also faces a calamity.

Pure luck alone may not dispel disaster; adding "his" lifelong merit greatly increases the chance of averting danger.

Give "him" a bit more time, and he'll be able to fully merge into the host!

Golden fragrant wood?

"His" coffin is forged from premium Xuan Iron combined with Thunder‑strike wood, impervious to a hundred ghosts and keeping the corpse unrotted for a thousand years!

As for where, then?

Could grave robbers ever dig it up, huh?

Don't underestimate his skill; even as dynasties change, no one can detect his hidden lair by divining gold or probing the earth.

Every human has their own little schemes, but only a pure cat can lie carefree on the tiles, basking in the sun, stretched out in bliss.

Home is still best; it can sleep wherever it wants, and this whole tile area is its domain!

It licked its paws contentedly; this weather is exactly what cats love most.

"Meow."

Then a series of kitten cries came from all around; Tangyuan stared, found the source, saw movement in the grass, and, curious, leapt a few times, jumped down from the roof, and went to the grass outside the door to investigate.

"Meow."

After pushing aside the grass, it saw two kittens: one had always been the prettiest tricolor in the cat world, and the other was the pure‑white cat least regarded in the cat world.

But Tangyuan's true form is a big tiger, after all—who would really care about cats' aesthetics?

Oh woe.

Little ones, did you lose your mother cat, or were you abandoned by humans?

Meow.

Cat King, our mom went out last night and never came back; we're starving, so we came out to look for food, and we just wandered here.

Little Three-Flower was very perceptive, knowing that the one before them was the Cat King who had just returned to Sea Island; the cat community was saying the Cat King had returned, and they must not offend the Cat King.

Meow whimper.

Please don't hit me—I won't stay long; I'll leave with my sister right away.

The other little white cat, meanwhile, was trembling all over, almost ready to bolt with its head between its legs.

White fur is the lowest status in cat society, often bullied by other cats and looked down upon.

It could only eat the leftover scraps, and sometimes not even those were given to it, being knocked onto the ground.

Besides its mother and sister, all the other cats mocked it in this way.

Meow meow meow.

Oh oh, then you wait a moment—I'll go get you something to eat, and after you've eaten I'll take you to find your mother.

After hearing the two little ones' performance, Tangyuan frowned almost imperceptibly—this cat mom is really unreliable, huh?

How could one be so careless toward their own offspring?

Considering they're all feline creatures, as a senior—and a wise senior at that—it doesn't mind offering a bit of help.

Meow meow meow.

Whimper.

Both little kittens were very happy—they'd met a nice cat!

Who says the Cat King is ferocious? It can gulp down a rat the size of a washbasin in one bite, yet the Cat King is actually quite gentle and friendly.