Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 1276 - 1282: Young Master, Is it You? (1)

Watching his serious expression, Xiang Yun knew better than to speak up, lowering her eyes.

At this moment, with the enemy strong and ourselves weak, only a fool would clash head-on!

Seeing that Xiang Yun did not violently resist him, Mo Zili was extremely pleased. He tenderly said, "You’ve had enough sleep, right? I’ve brought the Chinese chess. Let’s play after dinner."

While speaking, he couldn’t help but smile, recalling the last time they had played chess and how Xiang Yun had cheated by stealing chess pieces. He teased, "It’s been a long time since we’ve played. I wonder if your skills have improved, or if you still need to ’blatantly cheat’ to win."

Xiang Yun really did not want to play chess with him. She dryly said, "I don’t want to play chess."

The smile on Mo Zili’s face stiffened for a moment, then he gently said, "That’s fine. Whatever you like to do, whether it’s reading or painting, I’ll accompany you."

Reading, painting, reciting poetry—that must have been Du Wanqing’s preferences. Xiang Yun scoffed coldly, "I like embroidery."

Mo Zili was momentarily at a loss for words, but seeing her challenging demeanor, he found himself liking it even more. He was about to speak when Cui Ping pushed the curtain aside and entered, announcing, "Young Madam, dinner is ready."

Mo Zili stood up, saying, "You’ve slept for so long, you must be hungry. Come, let’s go have dinner."

Xiang Yun rolled her eyes helplessly and uncomfortably put on her shoes to join him in the outer room for dinner.

In the outer room, the rosewood round table was already set with an array of delicious dishes: Steamed Bass, Fish-flavored Eggplant Pot, Light Sautéed Double Mushrooms, Southern Chuan Eel Slices, Steamed Crabs, Old Duck Soup, Honey Sauce Ribs...

There were seven or eight dishes, all her favorites!

Xiang Yun looked at the table full of dishes with astonishment and naively asked Cui Ping, "What... What is this all about?"

Cui Ping shyly glanced at Mo Zili, bowed, and answered, "Young Madam, all these dishes were ordered by the young master from the kitchen. They’re all your favorites!"

This table of dishes had been prepared after Mo Zili sent someone to the Mansion of Marquis Jian’an to ask Madam Wu about what Xiang Yun liked to eat. Knowing her preferences, he had brought the ingredients, and upon arriving at the manor, he instructed them to be cooked to earn her favor.

Mo Zili sat down and picked up a soup bowl, personally ladling a bowl of milky Old Duck Soup and handing it to Xiang Yun, saying, "This is Liu Fu Ji’s Old Duck Soup, your favorite. Drink it while it’s hot."

Xiang Yun, extremely reluctantly, stiffly took the bowl he offered and barely managed to take a sip.

Mo Zili, pretending not to notice her discomfort, asked, "How is it? Is it good?" while peeling the shell of a crab roe and handing it over.

Xiang Yun couldn’t stand his attentiveness any longer. She didn’t take the crab roe, but looked straight at him and said, "Mo Zili, you don’t have to treat me this way. I know you’re not of servile nature, so you don’t have to make things difficult for yourself. Besides, your attentiveness makes me very uncomfortable."

Mo Zili simply placed the crab shell on the dish in front of Xiang Yun, picked up a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and said, "Being good to you is something I do willingly. You don’t need to feel uncomfortable. Moreover, I don’t feel it’s difficult at all. Isn’t it just right for a husband to cherish his own wife and treat her well?"

Xiang Yun stared with wide eyes, never expecting that such a cold person could utter such a cheesy phrase. Yet, it was too late—why hadn’t he said these things when they were first married? And his attentiveness—why hadn’t he shown it when they married? Only after thoroughly breaking her heart, did it occur to him that ’it’s only right for a husband to cherish his own wife.’ Didn’t he find that funny?

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