Reborn as a Happy Wife in a Rural Family
Chapter 66: They Are All Capable People

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: They Are All Capable People

Afterward, they lived safely in the Capital City for ten years, and Xiao Yunjing grew to be ten years old.

That year, the old Emperor passed away, and the new Emperor ascended the throne.

During those ten years, Old General Xiao and his wife passed away one after another. Mr. Xiao, who was stationed at the border, seized the opportunity to relinquish his military command and left the Capital City with Xiao Yunjing.

Ostensibly, Xiao Yunjing was Mr. Xiao’s youngest son, but he bore little resemblance to the other Xiao Family members. On the contrary, he looked seventy to eighty percent like the late Emperor.

Anxious, Mr. Xiao decided to take his family into hiding here.

If the truth about those past events were to be exposed, the Xiao Family would face a crime punishable by the extermination of their entire clan, down to nine degrees of relations!

Secretly taking a prince from the Imperial Palace and raising him as their own son—what were the Xiao Family’s intentions? Would the current Emperor let them go?

The Xiao Family possessed military power and held a prince in their hands. Wasn’t this a clear case of Sima Zhao’s ambitions, known to all?

So, they had gone into hiding in this remote place.

Gu Qingli listened, sighing endlessly. It took her a while to come back to her senses, and she broke out in a cold sweat for them. The peril of the situation at that time was unimaginable for ordinary people.

Fortunately, they had weathered the storm without any real disaster.

She had never expected her father-in-law to truly have a military background. That day, when she’d seen him calmly issuing orders amidst danger, she’d had a feeling in her heart.

Still, as long as they weren’t fugitives, that was acceptable. She truly wouldn’t like to live that kind of life, constantly hiding and on the run.

Xiao Yunjing’s true parentage, the Original Host’s true parentage... Gu Qingli could only sigh at how full of melodramatic events the world was. And two such major ones at that.

At the same time, both were pitiable children, products of power struggles. Unfortunately, the Original Host still hadn’t escaped the fate of death.

So that’s why Xiao Yunjing had gone to challenge the Secret Sect and bring them under his control. He was cultivating his own forces to protect himself.

No one ever knew what tomorrow might bring, just like the Original Host, who had been sitting at home when disaster struck from out of nowhere.

Ah! A pang of heartache suddenly struck Gu Qingli—for the Original Host and for Xiao Yunjing. She reached out, wrapped her arms around Xiao Yunjing’s waist, and leaned into his embrace, whispering softly, "Yunjing, from now on, I’ll always be with you."

Gu Qingli also understood why the two of them were living here alone. This place could serve as their base. In that case, she would also have to work hard to earn silver.

"Thank you, Li’er. Having you in this life is enough!" Xiao Yunjing held her tightly, his heart filled with sweetness and contentment at this moment.

At the same time, Xiao Yunjing felt that the bond between them had grown warmer, and Li’er’s heart was gradually drawing closer to his; this was what pleased him the most.

Although he had lost so much, he had gained even more. If his Imperial Mother hadn’t acted as she did back then, he would have undoubtedly died in that Imperial Palace.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK... "Miss, Young Master, dinner is ready," Wuqing’s voice sounded at that moment.

"Alright," Xiao Yunjing replied.

Gu Qingli lifted her head, and they exchanged a smile, realizing they had unknowingly spent so much time in the room.

"Let’s go, time to eat," Xiao Yunjing said, planting a kiss on her lips.

Gu Qingli nodded, and the two walked out hand in hand for dinner.

"Today’s dishes look quite good, Wuqing. You didn’t make them, did you?" Gu Qingli asked Wuqing, looking at the colorful, aromatic, and flavorful food on the table.

"Miss, you know perfectly well I can’t cook, yet you still tease me! Wuyou made these," Wuqing said, rolling her eyes; she still couldn’t even light a cooking fire properly.

She’d rather go kill someone than try to light a fire.

"Wuyou? That’s a nice name. Where are they? Have them come and eat too."

"Miss, haven’t you seen what time it is? We ate a long time ago," Wuqing stated emotionlessly.

"Oh, so you’re not that slow after all, huh?" Gu Qingli teased.

Wuqing was speechless.

Communicating with the Miss, Wuqing felt she might as well just go kill someone; it would be easier.

"Eat. Stop teasing her. Aren’t you hungry?" Xiao Yunjing asked, handing her chopsticks.

"Of course, I’m starving," Gu Qingli said, taking the chopsticks and starting to eat. Mmm, the moment the food entered her mouth, she found it was indeed delicious—several degrees better than Ms. Wu’s cooking. Looks like she was in for a treat from now on.

After they finished eating, Xiao Yunjing needed to go out to buy some things.

Gu Qingli, meanwhile, had Wuyou and the other two girls come to see her.

When the three girls arrived, they stood before her. They were all very young, around twelve or thirteen years old, with the same indifferent, expressionless faces as Wuqing, as if their facial muscles were paralyzed.

Twelve- or thirteen-year-olds should be at an innocent and carefree age. But look at these three standing before her—they looked like prematurely solemn little old ladies. Adding Wuqing made four of them.

Fortunately, her personality wasn’t overly outgoing, so she could still handle their poker faces.

"Greetings, Miss," the three of them saluted in unison.

Gu Qingli nodded. "Which one of you is Wuyou?"

The girl in the middle replied, "Reporting to Miss, this servant is Wuyou. Gu Wuyou."

"Oh? So you’ve all taken my surname, huh? HAHAHA... Excellent! Wuyou, besides being a good cook, what else can you do?" Gu Qingli asked with interest. She’d spent a considerable time in the Secret Sect; surely cooking wasn’t her only skill.

Wuyou replied, "Miss, this servant’s greatest skills are in formulating medicines and poisons. As for cooking, I wasn’t accustomed to life in the Secret Sect, so I would secretly cook for myself. After a long time, I learned a little."

Oh? Gu Qingli raised an eyebrow. A colleague in the field! Not bad, not bad at all. Someone who can formulate medicines and poisons must also be able to identify medicinal materials and understand medical theory. This was like receiving a capable assistant!

She had initially thought of opening a few Medical Clinics as a front. Now, she wanted to open Medical Clinics throughout the entire Daqian Empire!

She winked at Wuqing. Gets the job done!

Wuqing remained impassive.

"What about you?" Gu Qingli asked, looking at the girl on the left.

"Miss, this servant is Wushuang. Besides my speed, my memory is excellent. I have a photographic memory," Wushuang stated.

Oh, Gu Qingli nodded. The people recruited from the Secret Sect were indeed no ordinary individuals; all of them possessed special skills. This Wushuang could manage the accounts in the future.

"And you?" Gu Qingli asked the last girl.

"Reporting to Miss, this servant is Wuxin. I excel at gathering information. I am also particularly good at eating, as I have a very keen sense of smell," Wuxin replied.

"PFFT HAHAHA!" Gu Qingli burst out laughing. So she loves to eat—a genuine gourmand! She probably came because of Wuyou; one cooks, and the other eats. They’re all talented people!

"Miss..." Wuxin pouted, her face flushing red.

Gu Qingli stood up, clutching her stomach from laughing so hard, and pinched Wuxin’s small cheek. "Now that’s more like it! Showing a little expression makes you look much more alive, instead of being as serious as a little old lady."

"Miss~"

The four of them finally broke character, each looking at Gu Qingli with an expression that said, "Miss, you’re so mischievous!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Now that you’re following me, my principles are simple: just don’t betray me. If you do betray me, oh, your deaths will be truly miserable."

"Yes, Miss! We servants will never betray you and will never do anything to harm you!" Hearing Gu Qingli’s conversational tone, the four of them felt their scalps tingle, and a sense of fear arose spontaneously.

For someone with no internal energy, the imposing aura she exuded was truly soul-stirring.

How could they know? Gu Qingli had died once before, at the hands of a classmate who was also her best friend. In her very bones, the word ’betrayal’ carried a soul-stirring power.