GTB Chapter 142

“Let’s take that one!” Jiang Jiuchu pointed to the smallest but plumpest rabbit lantern.

“Alright,” Shí Yan said with a smile, turning to the stall owner, “How much?”

“Twenty-five *wen*,” the stall owner said quickly with a smile, taking the rabbit lantern off the shelf and handing it to Shí Yan.

Shí Yan took the rabbit lantern, and was about to ask Mu Feng to pay, when he remembered that he didn’t bring anyone along so he wouldn’t be disturbed.

He paused, then took out a thousand-tael silver note from his person and handed it to the stall owner.

Jiang Jiuchu, who was standing next to him, twitched at the corner of her mouth when she saw this, and thought to herself, how could someone selling lanterns possibly make change for a thousand taels?

The stall owner had just reached out to take it when he saw that Shí Yan was handing him a thousand-tael silver note. He was stunned for a long time before retracting his hand, looking helplessly at Shí Yan.

“Young master, are you kidding me? How can I make change for a thousand-tael silver note on a twenty-five *wen* business!”

Shí Yan naturally knew this, but he never carried small change. He couldn’t just not pay, could he? He handed the silver note to the stall owner, “Then, no need to…”

Jiang Jiuchu was shocked and quickly pulled back Shí Yan’s hand, saying quickly, “I have some.”

As she spoke, she took out the purse from her waist and took out a tael of silver, handing it to the stall owner.

The stall owner blankly took the tael of silver that Jiang Jiuchu handed over, his heart still not calm from Shí Yan’s unfinished words.

Did he just miss out on a thousand taels? Was he almost rich?

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the stall owner’s dazed expression that plummeted from the clouds, and said a little embarrassedly, “That… no need to give change.”

After she finished speaking, she quickly pulled Shí Yan away.

Shí Yan was being pulled behind by Jiang Jiuchu, the smile on his lips rippling to the extreme, causing the girls passing by to stare blankly, rooted to the spot.

Jiang Jiuchu walked to the stall of the old man selling candied hawthorns, “Give me one…”

She paused, then turned to Shí Yan and asked, “Do you want one?”

Shí Yan shook his head, directly pulled down Jiang Jiuchu’s purse, stuffed the thousand-tael silver note she had just gotten into the purse, and then took out some loose silver from it and handed it to the old man selling candied hawthorns.

When Jiang Jiuchu saw this, she said to Shí Yan, “I have silver, you don’t need to give me silver.”

“Your husband doesn’t know how to manage the household, so all the money is kept with my wife,” Shí Yan said, stuffing the remaining silver notes he had on him into Jiang Jiuchu’s purse.

He only remembered now that this woman was a little miser. When he saved her, she was only willing to give him five hundred taels, so it was no wonder she couldn’t stand him buying a lantern for a thousand taels.

Jiang Jiuchu’s face flushed slightly, and she was temporarily speechless, somewhat regretting helping Shí Yan take back the thousand taels, but she really couldn’t bear to see a thousand taels given away for nothing.

After Shí Yan stuffed the money in, he tied the purse around his waist and said to Jiang Jiuchu, “I’ll give it back to you after we’re done strolling.”

Jiang Jiuchu nodded slightly, one hand being held by Shí Yan, and the other hand eating candied hawthorns.

“Is it good?” Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu, who was eating with relish.

“It’s good! Hasn’t Your Highness ever eaten it before?”

Shí Yan shook his head, “I ate it when I was young, but I don’t remember what it tastes like anymore. Why don’t you give me a taste?”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the candied hawthorns in her hand and thought to herself, he didn’t want it just now, but now he sees her eating and is starting to get greedy.

She hesitated for a while, ate half of the one she had bitten off, and handed it to Shí Yan, “Here.”

Shí Yan didn’t take it, but instead grabbed her hand and raised it, biting off one directly from her hand.

Jiang Jiuchu was stunned, her face awkwardly looking around, thinking to herself, this Shí Yan is really thick-skinned! How could a dignified prince be so unconcerned about other people’s opinions?

Shí Yan frowned slightly, and after eating the hawthorn in his mouth, he said, “It’s okay! It’s just a little sour.”

“Sour and sweet is what makes it good!” Jiang Jiuchu took a bite of the hawthorn, thinking it was obviously very delicious.

Shí Yan looked at Jiang Jiuchu’s bulging cheeks and really wanted to reach out and pinch them, “But I still like purely sweet things, just like Chuchu, very sweet, looks sweet, and tastes even sweeter.”

Jiang Jiuchu was shocked, and quickly finished eating the hawthorn in her mouth, saying to Shí Yan with embarrassment and annoyance, “Your Highness, can you please not always say such things, and… we’re on the street.”

She was really speechless, how come she didn’t realize before that Shí Yan was so thick-skinned and improper. This was on the street! He didn’t care about face, but she did!

Shí Yan curled his lips, saying somewhat aggrieved, “Chuchu, don’t worry, I know my limits, no one can hear.”

Jiang Jiuchu glared at the improper Shí Yan, pulled back her hand that he was holding, and walked forward in large strides.

She thought that this person would be proper when they were outside, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. Looking at him like this, who knows where his limits were? On the street, she didn’t want to be watched by so many people.

Shí Yan smiled and quickly followed, “How about we go boating on the lake?”

“Alright!” Jiang Jiuchu dodged Shí Yan’s attempt to hold her hand again. Strolling with him like this was not as good as boating. She just happened to have never gone boating at night.

Seeing her dodge his hand, Shí Yan had no choice but to obediently follow by her side, it seemed that his wife’s skin was still too thin and needed more practice.

As they strolled along and reached the Magpie Bridge, they encountered a familiar person.

Jiang Jiuchu’s forward steps stopped instantly, and the hand holding the lantern tightened.

Shí Yan looked at Song Fuge, who was sitting on the stone railing of the Magpie Bridge drinking wine, his eyes narrowed slightly. He directly took Jiang Jiuchu’s hand and pretended not to know, asking, “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Jiuchu shook her head, pulled Shí Yan away from the edge of the bridge, and walked towards the middle, not wanting Song Fuge to see her.

There were many people stopping on the bridge. Song Fuge was sitting on the stone railing facing the river below, looking at the boats, thinking of the scene of Jiang Jiuchu waiting for him. He wondered how late she waited for him that Lantern Festival?

His eyes seemed to be lost in memories, recalling the short time they spent together, recalling the bits and pieces of his time with her, and then he took another gulp of wine.

Leng Da, who was standing next to him, couldn’t bear it any longer and spoke to persuade him, “Master, don’t drink anymore. What’s missed is missed. Coming here every day won’t help.”

“Master, think about it, there are plenty of good women out there. Master is so good, he will definitely meet a better woman than Miss Jiang.”

Hearing Leng Da’s last sentence, Song Fuge immediately turned his head and stared at him, his face displeased:

“Don’t let me hear such words in the future. She is the best. No one is better than her. Even if there is, that’s what others think. In my eyes, she is the best. There is no girl better than her, there never will be…”

Song Fuge’s voice became a little lonely at the end. He raised the wine pot in his hand and poured it into his mouth again.