Chapter 78: Goddess, I am sending you a sachet

In the city, Wang Ziyi had already ordered people to set up a running banquet.

With Yang Wei imprisoned, Xiao Moting ordered him to take charge of Heyuan County.

On the long table, only some simple food was laid out.

Flatbreads, dry steamed buns, and some side dishes...

Wang Ziyi cupped his hands in embarrassment, "Please forgive me, Prince. Heyuan has been under siege for many days; this is all the food we could scrape together..."

After speaking, he hurriedly pointed to the side.

"Prince, your body is precious; I have prepared a separate table for you. Please sit at that one."

At a small table nearby, the dishes were clearly much richer than those on the running banquet, and there was even half a Roast Chicken.

"Captain Wang, you have gone to great trouble!"

"The people of Heyuan have been hungry and thirsty for many days. Distribute the Roast Chicken to them; I will eat with everyone else."

Xiao Moting said in a deep voice.

Then he sat down at the long table and picked up a dry steamed bun to gnaw on.

Wang Ziyi was shocked, "Prince, how can you eat such coarse food?"

"It is fine."

Xiao Moting did not care at all.

Xiao Dabao walked up and patted his shoulder.

"Captain Wang, that is just how our Prince is. He eats and lives with the soldiers, and he always shares the good things with his subordinates; he never eats alone."

Dozens of Heyuan generals stood to the side, casting envious gazes.

No wonder the Beijiang Army was so loyal to Xiao Moting; it turns out he does not eat alone.

At this moment, Qin Zhan ran over carrying a pot of Roast Chicken.

"Prince, this was sent by the Goddess."

On the pot, a note was attached.

"Xiao Moting, congratulations on winning this battle. I killed a large rooster, and I couldn't finish it alone."

"Let's have half each; it will help you recover your strength."

The fragrant Roast Chicken gave off an enticing aroma.

A faint smile flashed in the depths of Xiao Moting's eyes.

She had come to feed him again.

Xiao Dabao was so tempted that his mouth watered, and he quietly reached out with his chopsticks.

Before the chopsticks could touch it, they were sliced in two by Xiao Moting's Long Sword.

His gaze was cold.

"Mine. Do not touch."

Holding the broken wooden chopsticks, Xiao Dabao was stunned on the spot.

The surrounding officers were also in a state of confusion.

Who said the Prince of Northern Suppression does not eat alone?

A slap in the face!

Baskets of food were carried onto the long table.

Peaches, watermelons, apples...

Cakes, bread, spicy gluten strips, canned goods...

All of it was sent by Bai Wei for Xiao Moting to celebrate the victory!

She knew that Heyuan County lacked food, and the ingredients used for the victory banquet were all saved by the common people.

So, she would host today's banquet.

She would not let the people go hungry either.

"Thank you, kind Goddess!"

Everyone was moved to tears.

The tables were filled with delicacies, and the cups were brimming with fine wine.

The entire Heyuan County was finally filled with laughter and joy, as lively as the New Year.

"A toast to the Prince of Northern Suppression, a toast to the Goddess."

Everyone raised their wine cups high, paying tribute to Bai Wei from afar.

Amidst the clamor, Xiao Moting quietly left the banquet.

He pushed open the door and walked to the wardrobe.

"Goddess, I offer this cup of wine to you."

Xiao Moting pulled open the wardrobe, poured a full cup of wine, and placed it inside.

He closed the cabinet door.

The wine cup vanished.

Xiao Moting raised the cup in his hand, toasted the wardrobe, and then tilted his head back, drinking the wine in one gulp.

The valiant Prince of Northern Suppression did not have a high tolerance for alcohol.

After a few cups, a flush had already appeared on Xiao Moting's handsome cheeks.

His dark, starry eyes were deep and bright.

"Goddess, meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life."

"No matter what you wish to do in the future, Xiao Moting will obey; I will face any danger for you without hesitation."

"Even if you want to overturn the world, I will be with you."

He, who was always sparing with his words, spoke a great deal for once.

He was somewhat drunk.

Although he knew Bai Wei could not hear him, he wanted to say it.

Xiao Moting lifted the Wang family's Golden Sword and placed it into the Wardrobe.

On the Wardrobe, elegant handwriting appeared.

"The wine is finished, Xiao Moting, cheers."

Xiao Moting gazed at the handwriting, his stern lips curling slightly into a smile.

He picked up the white chalk stone and wrote rapidly.

"Shennü Daren, I have won a great victory; can you give me a reward?"

This was the first time he had taken the initiative to ask Bai Wei for a reward.

Very quickly, she replied.

"Alright, Xiao Moting, what reward do you want?"

Xiao Moting's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"Shennü Daren, could you embroider a Scent Sachet and give it to me as a prize?"

Whether it was the alcohol going to his head or some other reason, his heart beat rapidly, and his ears turned crimson.

These words were things he usually dared not say, nor could he say.

But now, emboldened by the wine, Xiao Moting said everything he had dared not say in one breath.

After writing, his heart became unprecedentedly flustered.

This was no ordinary item.

He feared she would be angry, and feared even more that she would refuse.

Bai Wei did not reply.

Xiao Moting's sword-like brows furrowed slightly, and a wave of regret surged in his heart.

He had been presumptuous.

How could he ask her for such a thing?

Suddenly, a line of text appeared on the Wardrobe.

"I can, it's just... I don't know how to embroider, so I don't know how a Scent Sachet should be made."

Xiao Moting's tense heart finally settled at this moment, and a surge of joy welled up from the depths of his heart.

She did not know how.

But she had not refused him!

"Shennü Daren, it doesn't matter if you don't know how to embroider a Scent Sachet; I can send one to you."

Outside the door, the voice of Qin Zhan came.

"Prince, everyone has finished their wine and is waiting for you to bestow rewards!"

Xiao Moting immediately wrote.

"I will go distribute the military merits first; it is late, you should rest early."

Just as he finished writing, Bai Wei replied instantly.

"Wait, you are going to distribute prizes? Xiao Liujin is thirteen years old now, right? He performed well in this battle; I bought a prize for him too, take it and bestow it upon him."

Xiao Moting walked out the door and ordered Qin Zhan to bring people to move the prizes over.

Bags of white rice, refined flour, Ham Sausage, Instant Noodles...

Were moved to the plaza and piled into a small mountain.

The crowd held torches, surrounding the area, vying to watch.

Especially the soldiers of Heyuan County, whose mouths watered with envy.

Look at their military merit rewards; they were simply overflowing with wealth.

Who said the Beijiang Army was too poor to even afford food?

Their food was piled into a mountain!

In this battle, the Daye Army lost eighty thousand dead and over seventy thousand missing; it was unknown if they were washed away by the river or died on the battlefield.

In any case, Wanyan Yi only brought back one hundred and fifty thousand remnants to his country, and of the twelve thousand Iron Pagoda cavalry he was so proud of, only four thousand remained.

The casualties of the Beijiang Army were less than two thousand.

This battle was a great victory!

Qin Zhan led dozens of soldiers, calling out the names of the recipients while registering them.

For every person killed, ten taels of silver were awarded according to military regulations.

In addition, for every military tag taken, one catty of white rice was awarded.

"Wang Er, killed ten enemies, rewarded one hundred taels of silver and ten catties of white rice!"

"Zhao Xiaoming, killed seventeen enemies, rewarded one hundred and seventy taels of silver and seventeen catties of white rice."

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