The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 991: Are You Ready to Become an Immortal?

Chapter 991: Chapter 991: Are You Ready to Become an Immortal?

"No."

She was hiding in such coldness, how could she go and infect him?

Upon hearing this, Ya Molian took a deep breath, strode forward, and directly embraced her in his arms, "It has to be okay, Sang’er, you are no longer allowed to leave me, not allowed, do you understand?"

God knows the moment he saw her covered in frost, his heart nearly stopped.

He only heard from her mouth before that failure of the mission would lead to punishment, but he had never imagined that the so-called punishment would be so severe. That full-body frost for a whole fifteen days, what kind of torment was it?

"Brother Molian, I’m fine, really fine," Lin Caisang reassured him.

She was so engrossed in reading the books that she really didn’t feel anything, and even now, covered in frost, she didn’t feel much cold, but on the contrary, her body felt a lot freer than before.

How could she be fine?

Ya Molian kept these words inside his heart without saying them aloud.

He took a deep breath, then another, to hold back the immense rage in his heart from erupting.

If he had known that his Sang’er had suffered this much, he should have sent Princess Consort Lian and Sui Zijin to hell right then, rather than deal with Princess Consort Lian in such a roundabout way!

...

After quite some time, Lin Caisang enjoyed a comfortable bath, and when she came out again, Ya Molian had prepared a table full of delicious dishes, waiting for her.

She immediately went over and sat down beside Ya Molian.

"Zhe Jue, have you eaten?" she asked, looking toward Zhe Jue sitting beside her.

"This subordinate is not hungry."

Zhe Jue shook his head, stealing a glance at his master.

"My Lady, you were not back, and the Lord hardly had any meals, you..."

"Shut up!"

Ya Molian rebuked coldly.

Zhe Jue instantly dared not say anything more, only stealing a glance at Lin Caisang.

"What’s the matter? Won’t you let Zhe Jue speak?"

Lin Caisang glanced at Ya Molian disapprovingly.

She picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a meatball, and brought it to his mouth to feed him a bit first.

"I’ve really been fine these days. Ziyou has been making me food every day, and it’s been quite good. As for you, are you preparing to become immortal, that you can even give up eating?"

Ya Molian ate the meatball brought to his lips and glanced at Zhe Jue again.

Now his subordinates were becoming bolder by the day, relying on Sang’er to back them up, and paying less and less attention to his words.

"Zhe Jue, go and prepare some paper for me. I need to record some things later on. Remember not to get too little, I have a lot to write about, don’t run out of paper while I’m in the middle of it."

She used to have a lot of paper in the Jīnzhū space, but she had used most of it up with occasional drawings.

Now that she wanted to write down everything she had seen before, she could only ask Zhe Jue to prepare it.

"Yes, My Lady."

Zhe Jue agreed, glanced at his master once more, and left the bamboo house.

"I didn’t expect to stay inside for half a month. I’m sorry for making you wait so long." After Zhe Jue left, Lin Caisang fed Ya Molian a few more bites, then took a bite herself before speaking to him.

"Sorry?"

Upon hearing these three words, Ya Molian was stunned, temporarily unable to react.

Who owed whom an apology in this situation? Wasn’t it him? If it weren’t for his mother’s constant scheming against him, how would Sang’er have gotten involved?