After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband
Chapter 82 Casual

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Casual

Of course—

There are no two words more straightforward than this.

Xie Jingchen was at a loss for words for a long while.

Su Jin stifled a laugh on the side, "Stumped, right?"

She was ridiculed for eating pork head meat.

Xingxing couldn’t think of a way to help her save face.

Remembering that the Emperor once ate pork intestines at Qingyun Mountain, she deliberately asked the main kitchen for them, letting everyone laugh at her to their heart’s content, and then helped her regain the lost face.

From start to finish, Xingxing only thought about her. If she cared more about the Emperor’s dignity, she wouldn’t have asked for the pork intestines to add fuel to the fire.

Xie Jingchen rubbed his forehead.

He glanced sideways at Su Jin.

This is the Capital City, right under the Emperor’s nose.

To not lose face by trampling on the Emperor’s dignity, probably only this family would do so.

Moreover—

Xie Jingchen frowned, "Isn’t it heaven first, the emperor second, and you third?"

He still remembered Marquis Dongxiang’s arrogant words.

Su Jin recalled, it was Xingxing who had told her. Clearly, the Emperor was before her, so the Emperor should be prioritized.

Su Jin looked at Xingxing.

Xingxing said, "The Marquis later said, the Emperor is often not on the ranking list."

Su Jin, "...."

Xie Jingchen, "...."

Su Jin was caught between laughter and tears.

This ranking is very casual, very willful indeed.

Well, this ranking was issued by Marquis Dongxiang, so all interpretation rights lie with him.

Hmm.

Let’s see how it’s explained.

"How did the Emperor fall off the ranking list?" Su Jin asked.

"When he upsets the Marquis or the young lady, the Emperor isn’t on the list, but at other times he is," Xingxing said earnestly.

"...."

Xie Jingchen rubbed his forehead.

This is probably a joke from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, which this maid took seriously.

It can’t be ruled out that Marquis Dongxiang really thinks that way.

But here is Duke Mansion, not Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, where anything goes without any concerns.

Su Jin looked at Xingxing and said, "The Emperor treats me well; let’s not bring up that he ate pork intestines this time."

"If we don’t mention it, those annoying people will still ridicule you for eating coarse food," Xingxing said.

"As long as we know in our hearts that the Emperor is just like us, we don’t need to care about others," Su Jin said.

"Then will Miss still eat pork intestines?" Xingxing asked.

"Why not?"

"...."

"Then I’ll go fetch it for you, Miss."

"...."

Xingxing scurried away quickly.

Actually, this maid cares more about the food; the Emperor himself said it was delicious, so why not eat it?

After Xingxing left, Su Jin looked at Xie Jingchen and said, "You probably haven’t eaten pork intestines, have you?"

Xie Jingchen said nothing.

That stuff, how could he possibly have eaten it?

"Later, when it’s brought over, you should try it too," Su Jin smiled and said.

"...."

"They say if you’re not from the same family, you won’t enter the same door, your tastes should be similar to mine," Su Jin said.

"...."

"You’re the one who came into my Duke Mansion," Xie Jingchen said, with black lines across his face.

"...."

"Agarwood Pavilion is mine."

"...."

Seeing Xie Jingchen at a loss for words, Su Jin laughed quietly and said, "Moreover, the Emperor unknowingly ate pork intestines and said it was not bad; your Duke Mansion members haven’t tasted it, maybe they’ll like it too."

"Impossible," Xie Jingchen asserted firmly.

Letting the elders of Duke Mansion eat pork intestines is no different than putting a knife to their necks.

As for Xie Jinyu and Xie Jingchuan, how could the image of the dignified noble lady and handsome noble son be destroyed by pork intestines?

Even if pork intestines are a worldly delicacy, they disdain to try them.

How could he, of Duke Mansion, not understand that?

For the sake of maintaining a slim figure, they only eat half a bowl of rice.

Xie Jingchen said nothing, and Su Jin also felt this possibility was slim; besides, who would dare bring pork intestines near them?

Su Jin picked up a bowl and chewed slowly.

Xingxing took a stroll to the small kitchen, informed that the main kitchen hadn’t sent the pork intestines over.

Xingxing went directly to the main kitchen and asked, "Where are the pork intestines for my Miss?"

The old woman tending the fire replied, "Weren’t they sent over?"

"No," Xingxing said.

"If they were sent, what’s my business here?" she said.

"That shouldn’t be, Chunlan sent them to Agarwood Pavilion a quarter of an hour ago," the old woman said.

"Maybe we missed each other?" a maid suggested.

Xingxing looked displeased, "I didn’t see anyone carrying a food box along the way, also, in a quarter of an hour, even crawling should’ve gotten them to Agarwood Pavilion."

Mrs. Li, the steward of the main kitchen, came over and said, "Oh, it’s Miss Xingxing, I was just about to send someone to tell you, the pork intestines weren’t cooked well, so I threw them away. I’ll make sure they are done properly and send them to Eldest Young Madam tomorrow."

Xingxing frowned, "First, you said they were sent to Agarwood Pavilion, then said they were thrown away, you’ve really confused me."

Mrs. Li laughed, "They were sent, but I left some on the stove. I tasted them, found them unpalatable, feared it would upset the Eldest Young Madam, so I quickly called Chunlan back. When the kitchen gets the flavor Eldest Young Madam wants, making it for her every day won’t be an issue."

Showing a good attitude, Xingxing kept quiet.

Xingxing turned around and left.

Mrs. Li breathed a sigh of relief, and the maid poured tea for her, asking, "Why did Mrs. Li lie to the Eldest Young Madam’s maid?"

"Don’t mention it," Mrs. Li sipped her tea.

But before swallowing, she choked.

Xingxing stood at the entrance of the main kitchen, looking fierce, "You lied to me?!"

Maid, "...!!!"

Mrs. Li, "...!!!"

My goodness.

How did this bandit maid come back!

Xingxing rolled up her sleeves, frightening Mrs. Li so much that she dropped her tea cup.

"Speak! What did you lie to me about?!" Xingxing grabbed Mrs. Li’s clothes.

Fortunately, she remembered that Miss mentioned the red bean cake tasted good.

She came back to ask if there was any left. If not, she planned to send a plate to Agarwood Pavilion tomorrow.

By chance, she found out Mrs. Li deceived her.

Mrs. Li hurriedly said, "Chunlan was unreliable; she twisted her ankle on the way to deliver the pork intestines to Agarwood Pavilion and spilled them. Fearing blame from Eldest Young Madam, I lied saying they were discarded."

Xingxing relaxed her brow, "Why didn’t you just say so?!"

"I was scared," Mrs. Li replied nervously.

"Tomorrow, for sure, I’ll find a reliable maid to deliver it," Mrs. Li promised.

"And the red bean cake!" Xingxing added.

"Yes, yes."

Xingxing then released her grip and turned to leave.

Mrs. Li was paralyzed with fear, knowing that Eldest Young Madam and her bandit maid were a powerful pair who dared to have Princess Shouning carried back to the palace—definitely not to be provoked.

Mrs. Li glared at the maid, who, shrinking back, slapped herself a few times—blaming her own loose tongue.

The old woman offered tea to Mrs. Li for calming down.

Yet, Mrs. Li spat it out again.

Xingxing exited the courtyard and bumped into a maid carrying a food box.

Coincidentally, that maid was Chunlan.

Xingxing, with her keen sense of smell, caught the scent of pork intestines.

Didn’t she say she twisted her ankle?

Another lie!

Xingxing, temper flaring, grabbed the maid’s collar, demanding, "Where did you take my Miss’s pork intestines?!"

Chunlan’s face went white.

Mrs. Li came chasing out.

Xingxing whipped out a whip and lashed it, "How dare you lie to me!"

Mrs. Li received a solid strike to her chest, yelping in pain.

Xingxing glared at Chunlan, "Will you speak or not?!"

"I will, I will..." Chunlan fearfully replied.

"Speak quickly!"

"They were sent to the Eldest Miss," Chunlan replied, trembling with fear.

"...."

Xingxing stashed away her whip and dashed off like the wind.

The maids and old women in the main kitchen stood petrified, wondering if she went to reclaim the pork intestines from the Eldest Miss.

Xingxing rushed back to Agarwood Pavilion, excitedly saying, "Miss, Miss, without the Emperor’s intervention, your face is saved."

Su Jin looked at her.

She went to the main kitchen.

Didn’t find the pork intestines, but her face was saved?

"How was it recovered?" Su Jin was curious.

"The Eldest Miss stole your pork intestines," Xingxing reported, beaming with joy.

"...."