Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 738: 738: Extra Story: This Life (6)

Chapter 738: Chapter 738: Extra Story: This Life (6)
Huang Gun looked back and said, “Don’t forget to come to my house for Huang Jinyu’s full moon celebration!”
“Alright!” the two answered in unison.
After Huang Gun left, Xiao Chen casually drank tea and asked, “Why hasn’t the Prince settled down yet?”
Ye Xiuhan looked at Xiao Chen and responded, “And what about Mr. Xiao?”
Xiao Chen smiled faintly without saying anything.
Ye Xiuhan and Xiao Chen clinked their cups, “In one’s life, settling down doesn’t complete life; this prince never compromises.”
Xiao Chen raised his cup, “Agreed, I toast the prince with tea instead of wine.”
The two shared a knowing smile. Some might think life is incomplete without settling down, yet they could do many more meaningful things.
From afar, Huang Gun listened to their words and smacked his lips, “Ah, little master is impressed; it’s the first time I’ve heard someone speak so elegantly about not being interested in others! Truly a gathering of the Eight Immortals and divine chatter!”
“But Lady Shui is quite pitiful too, first rejected by Mu Yan, then by Xiao Chen, really…”
Shui Zhihan entered the Xiao Residence; she had just saved a woman from drowning. The woman’s husband favored a concubine over his wife and conspired with the concubine to commit murder. She was planning to find Xiao Chen to write a petition. After hearing Huang Gun’s words, she pressed a sword to Huang Gun’s neck.
“Repeat what you just said!”
Did Shui Zhihan want to lose face?
Huang Gun looked at the woman before him; apart from his household’s main general, Zhan Lan, this woman must be Shui Zhihan since she could enter Xiao Chen’s home!
Huang Gun pinched the sword with two fingers and gently pushed it away, “Ah, could you be Heroine Shui? Indeed, you are a heavenly immortal!”
Shui Zhihan was full of anger but upon hearing the small-eyed man’s words, she sheathed her sword and said, “Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Xiao and I are friends!”
“As for His Majesty, don’t mention him, I’d feel better.”
Huang Gun chuckled, “It’s just me, the young master, and my priestly acquaintances, minding too much! Heroine Shui, don’t take offense!”
Shui Zhihan heartily patted Huang Gun’s arm, “Judging by your accent, you must be Mr. Huang, Huang Gun!”
Huang Gun beamed widely, “Alright, we’re friends now.”
Shui Zhihan raised her chin, “Alright!”
Ye Xiuhan looked at Shui Zhihan, then at Xiao Chen, and asked, “You two are becoming increasingly coordinated, one engaging in chivalry, the other filing s to solve cases.”
Xiao Chen smiled lightly and stood up, “Prince, since she’s here, she surely has business. I won’t keep the prince; I’ll visit another day, and we won’t stop until we’re drunk.”
Ye Xiuhan nodded happily, “Okay.”
After he left, Shui Zhihan spoke to Xiao Chen as they walked outside.
Zhan Lan watched from the long street as Xiao Chen and Shui Zhihan, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, were together; Huang Gun babbled about everything he saw and heard to Zhan Lan.
Zhan Lan was thoughtful: everyone pursues different things.
Xiao Chen seemed happy now, even if he didn’t end up with Shui Zhihan, they wouldn’t feel regret!
Living life is well as long as one doesn’t feel regret.
Because they spend every day doing meaningful things, their emotional connection is even more beautiful!
Zhan Lan refocused his attention on Huang Gun, “How has Huang Buliao been lately?”
Huang Gun sighed, “Ah, talk too much, always tears.”
…
Huang Buliao grew up thanks to being born of Lu Yibing; Huang Buliao was more handsome than Huang Gun in his youth.
He sat carefree atop a hill with a dogtail grass in his mouth.
He looked at Zhu Xingyi, who was sluggishly and stealthily climbing up, saying, “Come on, little fatty, hurry up!”
Zhu Xingyi was short of breath from climbing, her cheeks rosy, her eyes innocent and cute.
She glared angrily at Huang Buliao, “You’re the little fatty, I’m no longer fat!”
After she spoke, she put her hands on her hips and huffed coldly.
Standing not far away, Xue Shiran’s lips curled slightly, “Okay, little fatty, we heard you.”
Zhu Xingyi clenched her pink fists; even her unreliable cousin bullied her.
Suddenly, another charming and beautiful girl appeared behind her, holding a bow and arrow, saying, “Huang Buliao, Xue Shiran, if you call Xingyi a little fatty again, this princess will use you two as target practice.”
“Alright, alright, we won’t say it.” The two surrendered upon seeing Mu Anning.
Usually dressed as a scholar, Bai Shuyu was in sportswear today.
“Bai Shuyu, in this outfit you look like a martial artist!” Mu Anning raised her brows.
Bai Shuyu’s scholarly presence, he smiled at Mu Anning like a bright moon and gentle breeze, appearing noble and elegant.
“Where’s my brother?” An’an looked around, yesterday they agreed to hunt together, she asked if her brother would come? Mu Chufeng never spoke much; at that time he just said he’d see based on his mood.
Huang Buliao surveyed the surroundings and affirmed, “This isn’t the Royal Hunting Ground, in the wilderness, His Highness certainly won’t come.”
Xue Shiran laughed freely, “Then I’ll bet one hundred taels of silver that His Highness will definitely come!”
Huang Buliao’s small eyes lit up, “Heh, then I’ll bet with you!”
Mu Anning looked disappointedly into the distance, “Brother Zhan Chuxiao is already a young general, he can’t accompany us anymore, I didn’t think my brother wouldn’t join us either!”
As Mu Anning spoke, she didn’t notice a wild boar suddenly charging out of the grass.
“An’an, watch out!” Huang Buliao and Xue Shiran simultaneously drew their bows aiming at the wild boar.
Bai Shuyu’s expression also changed as he flung his knife into the wild boar’s belly.
The boar bared its fangs, charging towards Mu Anning and Bai Shuyu; Mu Anning leapt to dodge the attack.
Before Huang Buliao and Xue Shiran could shoot their arrows, there was a bang, and the boar fell.
At the same time, someone lightly leaped down from a tree.
His appearance was like a banished immortal, resembling Mu Yan but lacking the imperial authority and possessing more youthful vigor; he held a bow, dressed in white, his robe fluttering gracefully as he landed.
“Brother!” Mu Anning was delighted because although her brother always said it depended on his mood, he ultimately came.
Xue Shiran extended a hand to Huang Buliao, “Hand over that hundred taels of silver.”
Huang Buliao’s small eyes spun around and he said to Xue Shiran generously, “Ask my dad.”
Xue Shiran: “…”
Seeing Xue Shiran’s expression of wanting to hit him, Huang Buliao ran away, chuckling at Bai Shuyu, “World’s best calligraphy artist, I thought all you knew was calligraphy, didn’t expect you knew martial arts too!”
Bai Shuyu smiled; his calligraphy was taught by his mother, but his grandfather Bai Qi said one must learn to hide skills, so he rarely used martial arts.
Everyone gathered, all wondering if there might be other beasts in the mountains for them to showcase their skills.
Only Zhu Xingyi stared at the dying wild boar, pursing her lips, thinking about how tasty boar meat would be!