Chapter 161
Chapter 161: I’m Hungry!
In the rain and wind, maid, serve me.
Wen Yu and Fu Chengque chatted sporadically, keeping their distance, too far to see clearly or touch. After lying down for a while, Wen Yu decided to get up.
The thought of enjoying the ways Qingmei and Empress called him was extinguished—Qingmei’s way was enough, let Empress be.
After a moment of consideration, he called out, “Qiao’er, attend to me and get me up!”
Fu Chengque widened her eyes and hesitated before shuffling over.
Wen Yu pointed to some clothes, and Qingmei the maid brought a few pieces, closing her eyes and waiting for him to get up.
He chuckled twice and said, “Put these on, then go heat up breakfast for me; there should be something in the kitchen.”
Fu Chengque felt like she had been pardoned and hurriedly left the clothes, running off.
The living room was much colder than the bedroom; Wen Yu’s parents had left a gap in the balcony when they went out, which was their rule. No matter when, ventilation was necessary, and the chilly outside air was the freshest. Even though they knew that if they encountered a gloomy rainy day like today in spring, it would still be very cold.
There were many places with gaps, and the kitchen also let in the wind through the opening.
After washing up and standing at the kitchen door waiting for breakfast, Wen Yu felt his nose was running because of the draft.
He asked Fu Chengque inside, “Are you cold?”
“I’m busy and sweating to death!” Fu Chengque complained.
Wen Yu laughed heartily but had no intention of going up to help.
Banben crouched by his feet, and Wen Yu said again, “I’ll watch you cook breakfast with Chengque. Do you want to make an egg for Banben?”
Banben raised his head and meowed.
Fu Chengque looked back at the cat, then looked at Wen Yu and said, “Banben says it likes meat, not eggs.” She then threatened Banben fiercely, “I’m the one who picked you up. If you don’t cuddle with me, you won’t get to eat anything!”
Wen Yu saw Fu Chengque wearing the apron, the same one he had prepared earlier, printed with the three words “Eating is Important.”
Then he muttered behind her, “You look really cute in that little apron.”
Fu Chengque didn’t react at all; her hands were busy, lifting the lid to check the soy milk in the pot, feeling the temperature at the edge of the plate, and wiping the stove. She looked very busy.
Wen Yu stared at her back intently.
After a while, Fu Chengque walked over calmly, pushed Wen Yu aside with her head down, and closed the kitchen door.
Just in the last moment, Wen Yu saw through the crack a bright red face.
***
Breakfast was very rich, and the warm soy milk was quite heartwarming.
Wen Yu drank it down and praised, “The soy milk today is really sweet!”
After finishing the drink, he checked the time; it was past ten.
Turning to look for Fu Chengque, she was sitting at the other end of the sofa, keeping a considerable distance between them.
Wen Yu didn’t reveal it and asked with a smile, “Any plans for the afternoon?”
“Revenge!”
“Whose revenge?”
“My revenge!”
“Who are you seeking revenge on?”
“You!”
“How are you going to seek revenge?”
“I…”
Fu Chengque immediately deflated like a balloon losing air, looking dispirited. “I don’t know.”
But in an instant, she felt satisfied again. “Just wait; one day, when I rule the world, I’ll bully you fiercely!”
Her eyes looked over, and they were truly fierce.
Wen Yu responded with an eager gaze, causing her to flinch for a moment, then she hummed and looked away…
The Empress is not yet formed, lacking in momentum.
The strategist is in high spirits, covering the sky with one hand!
The strategist, satisfied at the moment, didn’t plan to continue teasing the Empress. He remembered Teacher Chen’s instructions and asked, “Did Teacher Chen ask you to write something?”
“What should I write?”
“It’s for the oath-taking ceremony, what you have to read.”
“Oh! A speech? I haven’t written it yet, I’ll write it this afternoon.”
“Okay, let’s do it together; I also need to write.”
Fu Chengque paused for a moment.
She didn’t dare to go back to Wen Yu’s bedroom again.
So she muttered, “I’ll write by myself in my room! You write yours, and I’ll write mine.”
Then she asked, “What are you writing?”
“A section about being an exemplary student at the city level, just copy a paragraph.”
Fu Chengque was speechless. “You’re already a ‘good student’ in Jiangcheng City, and your attitude is still so improper?”
“And you’re a representative at the conference; do you plan to write your own speech?”
“Teacher Chen said to copy from the previous one!”
“See, it’s all the same.”
Wen Yu pointed to the TV. “Turn it on; I want to watch TV.”
Fu Chengque obediently complied. After the news, they watched “Martial Arts Chronicles.” Wen Yu watched with great interest, laughing constantly. Fu Chengque, on the other hand, was secretly counting the time—almost there, almost there! This endless day will be over soon!
The Empress is about to return to power, the strategist’s life is short!
Wow hahaha—
The thunder stopped at some point, but the rain continued to fall. Spring rain tends to be like this, fine and long-lasting. The wind also died down, and outside began to brighten up, with a hint of white on the horizon.
A scent of food came from somewhere, and Fu Chengque’s stomach started to rumble.
She glanced at the time—
12:07.
Instantly filled with joy, she slapped the armrest of the sofa, leapt up, and laughed wildly, “Empress returns, petty people retreat!”
Turning to look at Wen Yu, hands on hips, she smirked, “General Wen, have you been comfortable during the days of the faint king?”
Wen Yu nodded directly, “Very comfortable!”
“You’re committing the crime of rebellion!” The Empress raised her eyebrows, “While I’m still gathering my forces, you dare to claim ’emperor,’ it’s treacherous! I’ll have you executed!”
“I believe, I believe, I believe!”
“Hahaha—”
Fu Chengque was ecstatic, extremely happy.
She finally experienced the joy of creating a prosperous era after going through the tribulations, she saw the clouds outside dispersing, and a ray of sunlight descended, like a sword piercing through the thunderstorm clouds.
A good omen!
The heavens and earth are celebrating the return of the Empress!
She huffed, pointing her nose arrogantly at Wen Yu, shouting:
“General Wen!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Food!!”
“Your first order upon ascending the throne is to ask for food, right?”
“I’m hungry!”
“What do you want to eat?”
“Anything, you make it! Quick, I—,” Fu Chengque elongated her tone, as if declaring exclusive rights to this title, “I, am hungry!”
Wen Yu didn’t move.
Fu Chengque became anxious, someone challenged her imperial authority!
She urged from a distance, “Hurry up!”
Wen Yu said weakly, “I’ve been lying down for the past few days, my body has gone soft, my legs are weak…”
He added, “You need to come and help me up…”
“…”
Fu Chengque felt extremely timid and hesitant.
Wen Yu pretended to groan, “Oh dear, oh dear,” Fu Chengque took a few steps forward.
Then he looked up at Fu Chengque, “Where does it hurt.”
The Empress’s expression changed suddenly, she retreated swiftly, blushing, and dared not approach.
Hiss—
Although the Empress has returned, the authority still belongs to the strategist!
In this game, the Empress—
Lost!
***
As recorded in historical texts:
At the beginning of March, there was the awakening of insects.
The Emperor, playing chess with the strategist. The strategist was skilled in chess, and the Emperor was at a disadvantage. The strategist said, “The Emperor’s role in the country is great, but in chess, it’s small. To excel in both big and small matters is the mark of a wise Emperor!” The Emperor said, “You have lost!” The strategist was shocked, he became complacent, and in his excitement, he made a mistake, leading to his defeat. The strategist sighed, “The people of the world should take the wise Emperor as their model, and not learn from me!”
Wen Yu finished reading and asked the window opposite, “How’s that?”
Fu Chengque grinned, “Good good good! Just like that! The strategist’s writing is good!”
Wen Yu chuckled, “You’re tampering with history.”
Fu Chengque snorted, “What I say is history!”
After dinner, Wen Yu and Fu Chengque, separated by the window, wrote drafts and chatted.
The weather after the rain was very comfortable.
Please support us on Patreon. You can read a bunch of extra chapters!
What did you think of this chapter?
0 reactions
Discussion
0 comments
No comments yet.