Chapter 1165 - Chapter 1165 Chapter 1165 Lazy to be Angry_1
Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165 Lazy to be Angry_1 Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165 Lazy to be Angry_1 Tong Sanlang had washed his hands and now sat silently on the small stool in front of the stove, eating without uttering a word.
Qiao Xiaomai sat beside him, one hand propping her cheek, tilting her head as she stared intently at him, her peach blossom-like eyes reflecting the candlelight without blinking.
Feeling the prickling sensation of her gaze, Tong Sanlang couldn’t resist shifting his body to turn his back toward her.
Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help rolling her eyes, “Could you be any more childish?”
At her words, Tong Sanlang paused in his chewing for a moment and replied after a short while, “I’m just afraid of making you angry.”
“I can’t be bothered to get angry with you.”
Hearing this, Tong Sanlang immediately turned around, his eyes bright as he stared at her, “You aren’t angry?”
“I’ve long known what kind of person you are, and I understand what’s on your mind; if I really got angry, I’d have been infuriated to death by you a long time ago,” Qiao Xiaomai said as she shifted her stool a few times to sit next to him. “Hurry up and eat. Grandfather will handle this matter; he’ll deal with it properly.”
Tong Sanlang gave a sound of acknowledgment and took another mouthful of rice while he hesitated, “Grandfather… won’t he keep them locked up forever?”
“That depends on their behavior. As I’ve said before, as long as they change, I’m still willing to recognize them.”
Although Tong Tiehu was already sixty, it wouldn’t be a problem for him to control Tong Xingda and the Zhang Family for another twenty years.
If Tong Sanlang was soft-hearted, so be it; she couldn’t be bothered to care. With Tong Tiehu wholeheartedly on her side, those two couldn’t stir up any trouble as long as he was around.
Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang immediately felt a surge of guilt, and to be accurate, he had always felt quite guilty. He quickly said, “Tomorrow, when I go out on patrol, should I buy you some jewelry?”
“Save it, I don’t even wear the ones gifted by Yang Wenxiao.”
“How could those he gifted be the same as those I buy? Besides, this month the Retired Emperor is celebrating his birthday, and we will definitely have to attend. It would not be good for you to dress too simply; it has to be something festive,” Tong Sanlang urged.
His reasoning made sense, and Qiao Xiaomai glanced at him, reminding, “Don’t get anything too extravagant; I don’t wear it often anyway. As long as it looks nice, that’s enough.”
Tong Sanlang nodded repeatedly.
Qiao Xiaomai clicked her tongue again, lifting her arm to pat his head, “Hurry up and eat. After you’re done, go back and rest. Running around outside is tiring enough.”
His heart warmed by her words, he smiled and answered, speeding up his eating.
The night passed uneventfully, and the next day, before dawn, Tong Sanlang left the Palace. Yang Wenxiao had instructed him to guard the city gate and he had to arrive there before it opened.
It was midday before he found a chance to visit the largest jewelry store in Capital City. He purchased a set of head ornaments, including three hair combs, a pair of hairpins, a pair of shakudo ornaments, and a pair of earrings. Xiaomai had instructed him not to spend too much, just to buy something that looked good. The entire set cost him three hundred taels, a very reasonable price in Capital City.
Carrying the wooden box with the jewelry, he returned to the city gate.