The moment the system’s handwriting appeared before her eyes.
The flower room suddenly fell silent, so quiet that even the sound of breathing was drowned out, as if the person leaning against the soft couch was nothing more than a stunning jade sculpture.
It was because only she could see the line that read:
【Punishment Condition: Let the champion personally check baby food quality.】
Ying Bing’s eyes flashed with confusion.
Baby?
First of all, let’s throw aside where this “baby” came from.
She had long since given up on her own culinary skills; Li Mo was already moaning about his stomach, and what about a baby?
Having the champion check the food quality for the baby was essentially telling herself to cook for Li Mo, right?
Who exactly was being punished here?
【I see, host, you completely don’t understand.】
【Please check the screen!】
What should the baby eat?
This was actually common knowledge, but the Ice Chunk had been completely clueless in her past life; she didn’t even know much about emotions, let alone this. She vaguely knew a bit but not much more.
The system projected an image.
Ying Bing’s gaze suddenly froze, her curled fingertips couldn’t help but grip her skirt corner, her cold and holy appearance began to look bewildered, flushing a faint pink.
She lowered her eyes—she didn’t see her toes.
Was it really necessary to check this?
The system was rushing things; how could it hurry like this…
…..
The next day, the first rays of sunshine illuminated the earth.
Spring had quietly slipped away, leaving some little secrets… cough, the flirty spring had ended, and summer brought forth the blooming flowers in Wanchun Courtyard, with Wind Moon Small Residence standing tall within the inner city, forming a pair of beautiful scenic lines.
A ray of sunlight fell precisely on the bed, shining right into Li Mo’s eyes.
“What blinds my eyes?”
Li Mo woke up to see a slender figure, a high profile with a back towards him; it was the Ice Chunk side-lying, as if she hadn’t woken up yet.
Huh?
Little Li Jun seemed to vaguely remember that she had her back to him while sleeping last night. Had she not changed positions all night?
Previously, it was understandable; Ice Chunk was always curled up in the corner, hugging his legs while sleeping, but lately, her sleeping posture had become increasingly casual.
Occasionally, it even gave him the experience of…
As everyone knows, waking up early in the morning meant one’s skin was in dire condition, so using some face wash was quite reasonable.
Seeing that she was still asleep, Li Mo got up first.
“What is this…”
When he came down, Li Mo spotted Minister Song sprawled on a table in the middle of the hall, snoring like a dead dog.
In fact, the rehearsal from last night hadn’t even finished; Li Mo hadn’t left when the esteemed gentleman had already passed out like a light.
But he didn’t expect…
“Where’s Minister Song’s guard?”
“Zhong Dongjia seems to have… forgotten about him and went to wash his feet at Wind Moon Small Residence.”
“??”
Li Mo pondered for a moment and thought that actually made some sense.
During last night’s rehearsal, although the venue wasn’t as grand as a formal show, the players were fully armed; the guards were all in a daze.
Forgetting their own lord wasn’t exactly something that couldn’t be understood.
“Alright, go brew some sobering soup; make plenty.”
Li Mo said and went to the door to wait for the others.
The carriage was already parked at the entrance, lined up in two rows; the brothers were the ones driving, not that Li Mo was squeezing them dry—no, they had eagerly signed up for it themselves.
He heard they almost had a fight over it.
And they called themselves outstanding talents; what’s there to fight about over such trivial matters?
Little Li Jun, who was preparing to go with Ice Chunk, felt like he was facing a hopeless situation.
“Ha…”
Shang Wu, who didn’t know when, also came down from upstairs, passing by the sprawled Minister Song and giving him a kick, sending him sprawling aside with a thud.
“Master, why are you up so early?”
Li Mo looked on with suspicion; when had his Master ever risen early?
“Hmph, if I don’t go, who will look after you in the Imperial Capital?” Shang Wu snorted.
Seeing the resolute expression on his Master, Li Mo’s feelings suddenly became complicated.
If he said he wasn’t touched, that wouldn’t be true; his Master was willing to face troubles in such a stronghold as the Imperial Capital.
But if he said he was touched, she was the source of trouble.
Ke Mo thought for a moment and said seriously:
“I’d love to bring you along, Master, but can we establish some ground rules?”
“What three rules?” Shang Wu scratched his ear, looking a bit annoyed.
“First, you must not use the first technique of the Great Fighting King, especially not against the Emperor.”
“This… fine.” Shang Wu reluctantly agreed.
“…So you were planning to cause some chaos, huh?” Ke Mo’s lips twitched slightly.
“Second, no hitting people casually.”
“I know, I’m not stupid.”
“And the third, and this is the most important one, do NOT drink too much in the Imperial City.”
Originally, there was nothing wrong with Shang Wu, but upon hearing this, she crossed her arms, angrily pouting: “Hmph, I finally get to enjoy a feast in the Imperial City, and you won’t even let me have a drink? Talk about being overly cautious.”
“Master, if I don’t establish that third rule, can you guarantee that you’ll adhere to the first two?” Ke Mo said helplessly.
Shang Wu suddenly turned her eyes to the sky, whistling and pretending to be innocent.
No choice.
In the end, Little Ke had to convey the message that he was the supplier for the floral gathering, and the drinks were all on him, promising to save her a portion of everything. That finally made Shang Wu beam with delight.
“That’s more like it. Where’s Little Ice Girl?” Shang Wu patted his shoulder, asking.
“She’s still sleeping.”
“Then you go ahead and busy yourself. I’m off to find her; it’s been ages since I last saw her.”
The master and disciple shared the same taste.
For instance, they both enjoyed admiring the stunning beauty of the world. Shang Wu once even wanted to take Ice Chunk as her disciple because of her breathtaking looks.
Sadly, back then, she couldn’t beat Shangguan Wen Cang.
After she left, Ke Mo quietly dealt with other matters, remembering the peaceful days he once had.
To say he had a knack for handling things, he could indeed manage everything in an orderly manner with Sun Gui’s assistance, organizing the floral gathering efficiently.
He didn’t seem to lack this ability; he just didn’t expect it to bring him much attention, or how much recognition the Great Yu would grant him, and he never aspired to rise to prominence in the Imperial Capital.
He didn’t like scheming; he just enjoyed his little life.
If it weren’t for Ice Chunk, he wouldn’t even bother with this.
“I’m just that kind of boy who lacks ambition.”
Little Ke critiqued his own shortcomings.
But he had no intention of changing.
“Ugh…” Minister Song’s dazed mind slowly began to awaken as he propped himself up, rubbing the back of his head.
“Do you even know who you are?”
Ke Mo waved his hand in front of his eyes.
“I know, but my head really hurts and feels dizzy…”
“Did you drink too much? Take deep breaths; headaches and dizziness are normal.”
Ke Mo handed him the sobering soup, pretending not to see the big bump on his head.
“Thanks, Ke little brother.”
“Uh, my lord, you’re not keeping your word!”
“Hey? What’s this about?”
“Let’s do it this way: you can call me uncle, and I’ll call you brother in the future.”
“？？？”
“Oh, you guys are here, hurry and feed the Lord some soup.”
Minister Song felt like swearing, but the sobering soup was already chugged down his throat.
He finally remembered his lord’s guards and hurriedly rushed from Wind Moon Small Residence.
Yet, as soon as they entered, they almost forgot their lord again.
They were about to arrive at the grand gathering.
Floral beauties, all bloomed first in Wanchun Courtyard.
…..
Meanwhile.
Ying Bing was sitting at her vanity, her figure outlined in the morning light, her delicate curves highlighted, her dark hair gently swaying under the comb, emanating a subtle fragrance.
Don’t let her cold demeanor deceive you; the Cold Fairy’s mind was occupied with baby food quality, and while her hair grew smoother, her thoughts became increasingly tangled.
Just then, in the mirror, she saw Shang Wu sneakily entering.
She knew Shang Wu was probably trying to scare her after such a long time apart, so she simply decided to go along with it…
Smack!
“Ahh! Little Ice Girl, what have you been eating?! Your growth is already catching up to mine!”
