Chapter 193 - 182: Hero Defeated by a Penny
Before the entire city was locked in a strict search, Xie Lian and company traveled all night and came to another city.
He still settled the king and queen in a secluded place before he himself and Feng Xin went out to earn money. However, they who couldn't earn much money in the other city wouldn't magically be luckier in a new one.
The two still worked a full day's labour only to earn meagre pay like always, but since the group of three who never left each other's sides was suddenly missing one member, the other two were both having a hard time getting used to it. For example, in the past it had always been Mu Qing who was responsible in keeping the money pouch, constantly keeping count, and now that Mu Qing left, Feng Xin straight up said he might lose the money pouch by accident, so Xie Lian had no choice but to keep it on his person. Every time he counted that sad bit of amount, he really couldn't believe it was all he earned after a hard day's labour. It must be known that in the past, the amount of money he granted beggars weren't even this little.
With Mu Qing gone, the one who brought food for the king and queen was also gone, so Xie Lian had no choice but to take Feng Xin with him and personally deliver all sorts of daily necessities to the king and queen's hiding place. That she could see her son so frequently, the queen was very happy, and when she got happy, she entered the kitchen. That day, she once again made Xie Lian and Feng Xin try her newly stewed soup, dragging them to the table, "You both need to fatten up, look how thin you've become."
Feng Xin was streaming cold sweat, and the moment his butt touched the bench he bounced up, waving his hands, "No no no, Your Majesty, Feng Xin doesn't dare, I absolutely mustn't!"
The queen chided pleasantly, "My child, what's there to be afraid of? Come, sit down."
How could Feng Xin dare tell her? He really didn't dare, and after he forced himself to sit down, the queen delivered the fruits of her labour. Feng Xin inhaled sharply and removed the pot cover. Xie Lian sat at the head of the table and when the both of them saw what was in the pot, they both looked ghastly.
Xie Lian said under his breath, "This chicken... died a tragic death."
"..." Feng Xin's lips trembled, "Your Highness, you didn't see right. There's no chicken in this."
"??? Then what's that thing floating like a dead chicken?" Xie Lian wondered.
"I think it's stew paste... but the shape is a little off?" Feng Xin replied.