Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 647 The Mad Daily Life of a Deposed Concubine in the Cold Palace (Part 19)

Ouch!

Grandma... how can you say that?

What does it mean to take the cat's food and then ask for it back?

Min De's mind was racing, but his hands paused, and he didn't dare to actually take the lead in reacting.

The guards who were familiar with the situation also had strange expressions, trying their best to suppress the trembling of their lips. Everything has a cause and effect. It was the kitten's fault for taking away the food, but if the other party was the owner of the pastries, then it seemed to be in the wrong. But the one in the wrong was called the emperor, and he was the law itself, and could not be bound by it.

Therefore, no one really has the courage to make a judgment.

unfortunately,

This little courtyard is truly not governed by heaven and earth; it has its own set of rules.

Xia Youmi spoke rudely and acted arrogantly.

During the awkward moment caused by Feng Chengyuan, when it no longer needed to evade the guards' capture, it nimbly jumped back to its usual feeding spot. Xia Youmi also selected its food from a basket of bowls and plates and arranged it neatly, watching with a smile as Niannian put down the pastries it had taken back.

This shocked the group once again.

So many colorful, clean, and differently styled bowls were randomly chosen for the cat to use.

At this moment,

The emperor's inner eunuchs, who hadn't yet been able to go inside for a visit, were dumbfounded. They almost made His Majesty eat from a cat bowl. This plain-looking master of the house was really not that particular.

Min De had his own calculations. He knew his master's habits. When he entered the courtyard, he found the things strange and complicated, but there was actually no dirt or ash. They all felt quite clean to the touch. He then concluded that his master was well-mannered and thus cooperated with His Majesty's desire to get closer. Without saying a word, he tested the fragrant pastries in the pot for poison.

Unexpectedly,

Even though I love cleanliness, my affection for the little creatures still prevails.

Xia Youmi could see the obvious disapproval from her personal attendants, but she didn't explain that the whole basket of bowls and plates was actually for Maomao's use, and she could use one or two for herself. They were currently quietly displayed in the room.

Explaining too much might expose the discrepancy between the actual number of cats in the yard and the actual number. It's best not to brand some of the lone wolves as hers.

In addition, the younger cats who don't understand much, the older cats, and the cats from other lineages all avoided the area.

All that remained in the courtyard were Nian Nian and two other strong adult cats standing on the left and right sides of the courtyard wall, gazing into the distance. They were quite agile and had a calm temperament. Even when Nian Nian was eating its meal, the two cats would not follow it. They would just glance at it from afar and then look away, staring at the guards waiting below the palace wall.

The atmosphere didn't break down. Amidst Feng Chengyuan's embarrassment and the eunuch's flustered back and forth, Xia Youmi focused on serving Nian Nian and didn't pay any attention to the joke.

When she looked up again, she looked quite sincerely at the piece of pastry that was still in mid-air and had not been put into her mouth, then looked into Feng Chengyuan's eyes and raised her head with a slight curve.

But everyone who looked up immediately understood that this meant he should keep eating.

The question then returns: should the ruler of a nation gracefully step down from this predicament?

Feng Chengyuan felt relieved, but before he could take another look to confirm Xia Youmi's intentions, she had already moved on to the next task, feeding the cats standing guard on both sides a couple of bites each.

The sense of loss is fleeting.

But no matter how many twists and turns his mind went through, he could never fully understand it.

who knows,

Xia Youmi simply believed that the best taste was fresh out of the oven; any delay would cause it to cool down quickly, harden, and become a delicious treat for the Little Fish Princess, not for the dazed person.

Fortunately, Feng Chengyuan was blessed by his ancestors, and he managed to put it in his mouth just before he lost his temperature.

Unlike the previous one that was mixed with herbs, this one, despite its hard appearance, has a smooth and creamy texture that can even be described as melting in your mouth.

Seeing that His Majesty had eaten, Min De stopped worrying and quickly handed him a damp cloth to wipe his hands.

The water used was freshly drawn from the well by the guards; it wasn't icy cold, but rather refreshingly cool.

After wiping his hands, Feng Chengyuan's mood improved, and he continued to wander around the yard.

Xia Youmi did not specifically stop them from observing, nor did she intend to explain. The reason why Feng Chengyuan could look for so long was twofold: firstly, he did not want to finish looking and leave easily; secondly, although the items were not large, he saw that they were used to their fullest potential.

There are basically no ordinary decorations among them; the only problem is that people don't understand the purpose of their arrangement.

The initial pitfalls were all cleared by the habitually serious and thorough bodyguards. Most of the remaining ones were mild; one only needed to observe carefully and understand the species that were used in each place to appreciate their subtleties.

Xia Youmi never pretended to be stupid in front of Feng Chengyuan, and he never saw her acting crazy.

Before things came to a head, she was relatively reserved, like someone staying at a relative's house, not causing trouble, not asking for anything, not showing off, not flaunting anything, because there was no need to flatter or fawn over her, as that would be an insult to the Seventh and Ninth Princes.

But after the falling out, they met very rarely, and the topics were always about how the Ninth Prince was doing, when she could leave, and why she couldn't leave, emphasizing her origins and affiliation.

Therefore, all the hobbies I currently display include making gadgets and traps, and I have no taboos about what I say.

Feng Chengyuan could be interpreted as either not knowing about it before, or as having been traumatized.

In short, there's no need to explain; someone will take care of it.

but,

Out of meticulous habits and annual calculations, she still incorporates some of the habits and markings of opera props into every little gadget that helps pass the time and increase happiness in life.

At least, the characters' origins will not deviate.

This little arrangement was quickly discovered by the other party, and Feng Chengyuan revealed a smile with a hint of smugness.

This is like solving a problem faster than others, understanding and empathizing with the question setter's underlying emotions, being the only one sober in a world of drunks.

One is discovered, then another appears; pushing forward, many more are discovered.

Feng Chengyuan's emotions gradually rose. This was exactly the feeling he wanted: to temporarily set aside all distinctions of rank and constraints and simply enjoy pleasure.

It was worth it for him to handle the important matters in advance and then quickly delegate the internal and external affairs to the Empress and his fourth brother to finalize the details.

Leave behind all the empty, demanding, and ill-intentioned New Year's greetings, head towards your true self, and find out where you truly want to stay right now.

Not worth it.

While he was observing the equipment, Xia Youmi had already begun the second round of feeding.

"Suckling..." She didn't use her usual squeaking sound, since there were outsiders present, but she couldn't skip the usual preamble for coaxing a cat, "Here, melon seeds, this is your favorite."

"Meow!"

The cat named Guazi looked serious. After eating the snack, it scratched her finger with its tail and immediately went back to its post.

"Here, peanuts."

"Meow?" The peanut seemed a little resistant, not because it was dissatisfied with the dessert itself, but because it contained medicinal herbs, which didn't suit its preferred pure taste.

But there was nothing she could do; she was genuinely worried that the kitten would get sick in the dead of winter.

Since there have already been cases, it's better to prevent them in advance than to wait until they are discovered and then suffer the hardship of treatment.

This is a special formula that Nian Nian and she developed, specifically for feeding them for a few days to cover up basic infections. They don't like the taste, but under Nian Nian's guidance, they have no choice but to eat it all.

For their sake, Xia Youmi has tried her best to distribute particularly unpalatable medicinal herbs in different structures, so that they are at least generally unpalatable, rather than scaring the cat away all at once.

Upon hearing the terms "sunflower seeds" and "peanuts," Feng Chengyuan, who was not far away, looked up and seemed to have grasped some clues once again.

In winter, the afternoon sun provides just the right amount of warmth and coziness.

It wasn't very intense, but it was peaceful and relaxing.

Such a simple exchange had kept people in the courtyard for an hour. Seeing that the emperor seemed relieved, Min De even personally tested some of the mechanisms, becoming quite engrossed.

He then quietly arranged for people to leave, removing those who were in the way, leaving only two to stay close to His Majesty, while the rest of the eunuchs quietly went to their assigned temporary posts.

Some people filled the water tank, some neatly arranged the firewood, and others sorted and processed the ingredients, secretly removing any that were not up to standard. Meanwhile, the palace eunuchs who had been waiting outside, under Min De's command, replenished the necessary supplies little by little, without disturbing His Majesty's mood.

Xia Youmi did not object to the replacement of the poorly made items; those that should not be moved would be judged by the annual judge.

Facing the colorful bowls and plates solemnly pressed down by a small black paw.

The young eunuch hesitated, not daring to resist, and could only leave the cat bowl behind.

He was worried that his black cat master would be unreasonable, but he gradually discovered that the little black paw was wonderful, it was like a guiding light.

There's absolutely no need to worry about picking up the wrong item and upsetting your master.

After much effort, he smiled broadly and coaxed Niannian, saying, "Thank you so much for your trouble!"