Chapter 7: This Soft Rice Truly Tastes Delicious
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He had thought it was just a momentary impulse. Unexpectedly, he returned early today to practice martial arts, which took Sheng Lanzhi by surprise. After pondering for a moment, she gave instructions to Xing’er.
“In that case, starting tonight, prepare a medicinal bath for him every evening, and also check if he has any other requests.”
No matter what, he was her husband. Although she had always looked down on Ye Liufeng, even choosing to sleep separately on their wedding night and hardly seeing him afterward, being born in this era, Sheng Lanzhi’s mindset was clear: once married, she was married. Unless Ye Liufeng died, she wouldn’t consider seeking another.
Sheng Lanzhi came from a wealthy family; this money was nothing to her.
“I hope he can persist.”
If possible, who wouldn’t want their man to be a strong and upright hero?
With this thought, Sheng Lanzhi shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it further, and directly told Xing’er, “Also, tell him the promised position of a hundred-household head won’t be forgotten; he just needs to wait a bit longer, so he need not be anxious.”
“Yes, madam!”
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“Hundred-household head?”
On the other side, Ye Liuyun, having eaten and practiced a while longer, was about to rest when he suddenly heard the news brought by Xing’er, which surprised him.
Goodness, what kind of heavenly life was his elder brother living? Such an easy ride, how delightful it was.
No wonder having connections made things easier. Others wanting to be promoted to hundred-household head had to wait patiently, while he could just take it easy.
“Alright, I got it.”
He had expected an urgent inquiry about when he could assume the role of hundred-household head. After all, the previous Ye Liufeng had always been extremely anxious and concerned about official positions.
But now, he merely responded lightly and said nothing more.
“Anything else?”
Seeing Xing’er standing silently, Ye Liuyun tilted his head and asked.
“Master,” she immediately regained composure and shook her head. “Madam has prepared a medicinal bath for you and sent me to ask if you have any other needs.”
“Medicinal bath?”
Upon hearing this, Ye Liuyun grew interested.
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It seemed that martial artists often used medicinal baths to strengthen their muscles and bones, but he had never seen one before.
“Take me to see it.”
“Right this way, master.”
Xing’er obediently led Ye Liuyun.
The bathing area was in a remote part of the residence. When they arrived, several maids had already prepared hot water in the bath tub, along with some herbs Ye Liuyun did not recognize.
He had thought the mixture of herbs would smell pungent.
Instead, it gave off a faint herbal fragrance.
Noticing Ye Liuyun’s apparent interest, Xing’er softly said, “We will serve you during your bath, master.”
“...” Serve? Do you mean the kind of service I’m thinking of?
Though romantic love was natural, Ye Liuyun was not hasty. Once fully accustomed to this identity, there would be plenty of opportunities; no need to rush now.
Honestly, he was more curious about the medicinal bath’s effects.
I must be going mad from all this martial arts practice, Ye Liuyun muttered inwardly.
“No need. If you stay, you'll disturb my energy cultivation.”
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. Xing’er only glanced at him a moment longer, then did not insist.
“By the way, if possible, help me find some martial arts manuals. Make sure the quality isn’t too poor!”
Before Xing’er left, Ye Liuyun added this. With connections like these, why not take advantage? He bore no qualms about living off others.
Before transmigrating, Ye Liuyun had seen many people like himself, renting shabby rooms and eating instant noodles, who suddenly drove sports cars after hooking up with wealthy women.
In this era, if you wanted a comfortable life, it all depended on who could swallow their pride.
No chance to take advantage before transmigrating, but now he wouldn’t let it go to waste.
Valuable martial arts manuals were surely hard to obtain, but he wouldn’t disdain slightly inferior ones.
“I’ll inform madam!”
Since she lacked the ability to fulfill such requests herself, she would relay it to Sheng Lanzhi.
After Xing’er and the maids left, Ye Liuyun undressed and settled into the bath.
“Really comfortable!”
After practicing and running around, his body and mind felt much refreshed.
The herbal scent made him drowsy. Leaning against the tub edge, he closed his eyes with a look of pure enjoyment.
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Unconsciously, he had fallen asleep.
When he woke, the once murky medicinal water had become much clearer.
“Is this because my body absorbed the medicine’s power?”
It was his first time taking a medicinal bath, so he wasn’t sure. But after leaving the tub and clenching his fists, he indeed felt a slight increase in strength; the fatigue from martial arts practice had vanished at that moment.
“The improvement isn’t huge, but it’s good.”
The gains from one bath weren’t great, but such things needed to accumulate over years.
And best of all, it didn’t cost any money.
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In the following days,
Ye Liuyun grew increasingly familiar with the residence and the matters within the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
He began inquiring about the location of the Zhao Prison, a place where the Embroidered Uniform Guard executed criminals. It housed various tortures; a person entering unscathed could expect to endure all punishments and still barely survive.
Those imprisoned there were hardly ordinary folk; such people must have notable talent attributes.
Ye Liuyun believed that enduring until now before investigating was already commendable.
That afternoon,
Ye Liuyun did not rush home but chose to patrol the imperial city with Si Nan.
After all, as commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, he couldn’t idle all day. Occasionally, he had to do some work.
Street vendors and passersby, upon seeing the Flying Fish uniforms of the guards, would discreetly step back, walking carefully as if avoiding them, not daring even a second glance.
This alone showed how poorly the Embroidered Uniform Guard was regarded by the public.
“What are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? I’m the son of Marquis Wanshun, how dare you arrest me!”
Suddenly, a commotion erupted ahead, with a loud, arrogant shout.
“Let’s check it out!”
Hearing the noise, Ye Liuyun’s interest was piqued.
He led Si Nan toward the gathering crowd.