Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: He is the one in red (Fifth Update)_1 Chapter 1105: Chapter 1105: He is the one in red (Fifth Update)_1 There was also that rope, red in color, which appeared to be made of the same material as the bag; a specificity Daqi currently couldn’t replicate.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wenxiao sighed softly, “She said it was found on an overseas continent. Should we assemble a naval expedition to set sail?”

“Well… Over the years, many have ventured out to sea, but very few have safely returned. The sea is vast, a hundred times more dangerous than the land,” Emperor Yongan said.

Yang Wenxiao laughed at himself upon hearing this, “Then we’ll talk about it later.”

He looked at Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao, “Now that we have confirmed news of the Divine Liquid, you can rest easy. No matter what pain you endure these three months, you must persevere. Understand?”

“Rest assured, Father. All of us will pull through,” Emperor Yongan declared with determination.

If they couldn’t endure even this pain, they wouldn’t deserve to be descendants of the Royal family.

His father had seized control of the entire world; if they couldn’t bear even this bit of suffering, they wouldn’t be worthy of the Yang name.

After the conversation between the three generations of ancestors concluded, it was time for the early morning court session. Emperor Yongan and Yang Hao went straight to the court.

Yang Wenxiao wasn’t sleepy at all at this point. He called the four palace maids who had been on night duty and asked, “Did you see a red figure?”

“In reply to the Grand Emperor, it was red,” they replied.

Yang Wenxiao’s face immediately showed a sense of loss at this response, his eyes empty as he remembered the red figure from many years ago.

Does everyone in her sect like wearing red…

The back hall.

Tong Sanlang, using the corridor lantern light, swiftly shed the garments he wore.

Yes, he was wearing the same bright red attire that Qiao Xiaomai and Bai Zhi had worn on the day of their contest.

To play the role of a mysterious descendant, naturally, every detail had to be perfect.

Liuli loved wearing red, and so he wore red as well.

Sitting on the bed, Qiao Xiaomai watched his actions, covering her mouth and unable to stop laughing, “You look beautiful! I should take a picture of you in that outfit!”

Tong Sanlang looked at her helplessly, “These clothes are too small.”

Qiao Xiaomai was petite, and wearing her clothes caused Tong Sanlang great pain, as they were far too tight for him.

“Then shall I make you a properly fitting dress next time?” Qiao Xiaomai suggested.

“Forget it, you’d be better off doing something more useful with your time,” Tong Sanlang said as he took off the too-small dress and exhaled deeply, “Put this away, I heard it tearing just now; I must have stretched it to ripping point, right?”

At these words, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but burst into laughter again, “I’ll mend it with needle and thread tomorrow.”

“You won’t have time to mend it tomorrow. I bet the Grand Emperor will have us planting corn,” said Tong Sanlang as he sat beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. There’s no one in Daqi better at farming than you,” Tong Sanlang said, kissing her on the lips before holding her and lying down on the bed, “Let’s sleep. We have serious matters to attend to tomorrow!”

It had been half a month since he fully recovered, but he and Qiao Xiaomai had confined themselves to kissing and hugging.

The circumstances were special; if he ended up bedridden for two days after they made love, that would be terrible.

Given the current situation, if he wanted to be more intimate with Qiao Xiaomai, it would have to wait until they returned to the manor.

Sighing, he held Qiao Xiaomai and kissed her again before they both fell deeply asleep.

After less than an hour, rooster crows signaled the time to rise.

The two of them got up to make breakfast. To ensure the Yang Family drank as much from the Spiritual Spring as possible, at least half of the dishes on the dining table these past two days were soup.