CHAPTER 100: THE HUNTING FESTIVAL DILEMMA

Since Tang Lubao had already spoken so clearly, Yue Mingxuan understood that he truly wanted to help him.

And when he thought about opening a shop in this city, he knew he would have to rely on local powers like Tang Lubao sooner or later.

So he nodded and said, "If that is the case, then I will respectfully accept."

At that moment, Sui He gently tugged Yue Mingxuan’s sleeve and whispered, "Young master, it’s getting late. We should go back."

It was only a little past noon, so it should not have been time to return.

But Yue Mingxuan knew Sui He must have her reason for saying so.

He turned to Tang Lubao and said, "I still have matters today. I need to head back first."

Tang Lubao returned half a bow. "In that case, if young master has time another day, please come stay at my residence for a few days. As for the shop, young master can visit any Midnight Blades branch in the Imperial City and use my name."

When Miaojue saw that Yue Mingxuan was leaving, her lips trembled as if she wanted to cry.

But under her brother’s strict gaze, she lowered her head and spoke softly, "Brother Mingxuan, you must come find me when you have time."

Yue Mingxuan smiled and gently patted Miaojue’s head.

He didn’t know exactly who Tang Lubao was, but at least this young girl was truly kind to him.

The master and servant quickly left the wonton shop.

Yue Mingxuan had not even asked anything yet when Sui He spoke urgently, "Young master, we absolutely must not get involved with that Midnight Blades."

Yue Mingxuan looked at her with confusion.

He didn’t understand why she was so firm about this matter. "Why?"

Sui He pulled him along as they walked farther away and lowered her voice. "Young master, you may not know, but this Midnight Blades is the biggest group in Beirong. All the rogues and street thugs answer to them. You are noble born. If you become connected to people like that, who knows what nonsense others will spread about you?"

Hearing Sui He speak like this, Yue Mingxuan let out a small laugh. "And if I stay well behaved, will they stop spreading nonsense? People live only once. Some things that don’t matter... it’s better not to think too much about them."

Seeing Yue Mingxuan so firm, Sui He could not say more.

The two of them walked back to his courtyard in silence.

That night, a cool breeze blew from time to time.

Yue Mingxuan rubbed his sore arms.

Before, he always thought opening a shop was simple, he just need to fix things a little and it would be fine.

But now that he had to do everything himself, he only hated that he did not have enough time.

From the moment he returned until now, he had only made a basic design for the shop layout.

Sigh... and he wasn’t even sure if the pitiful amount of money he had was enough.

Yue Mingxuan let out a long sigh.

Just as Yue Mingxuan was worrying about the silver needed for renovation, Sui He walked in with a bit of excitement on her face. "Young master, the hunting festival is at the beginning of next month. Will you go this time?"

Yue Mingxuan waved his hand and said, "Not going, not going."

His riding skills were average at best and he couldn’t shoot arrows at all.

Going to the hunting grounds would only turn him into a moving human background for others to look at.

When Sui He heard him say this, she looked a little disappointed. "But even if the prince doesn’t go, the Flower God must go and bless the people at the hunting grounds."

What?

Hearing that, Yue Mingxuan felt his head grow big.

If he had known earlier, he would never have agreed to become this so called Flower God.

He didn’t get any benefits at all, instead, Sui He got poisoned and he had to pay a huge amount of gold to fix everything.

Flower God? It’s more like Misfortune God.

"And also," Sui He added, "this year’s Hunting Festival is also the time when someone looking for partner. Your Highness, why not take this chance to find a suitable partner? If Prince Rong doesn’t work, there are many young men from noble families who are good choices too."

Yue Mingxuan raised his head, watching Sui He go on and on. He suddenly asked, "Sui He, how old are you this year?"

"Huh?"

Sui He was stunned by the question, but she still answered honestly, "This servant is eighteen years old."

A mischievous smile flashed across Yue Mingxuan’s face. "But why do I feel like you’re already an old nanny in the palace? Always worrying about my love life every day, afraid I won’t get married... Ah, that’s right. You’re my personal maid. When I marry, you’ll follow me as part of my dowry. Tell me, Sui He, which talented young man have you set your eyes on? I’ll bring him back, tie him up, and give him to you."

Sui He turned red with embarrassment and panic. "Your Highness, what are you saying? I’m only worried for you..."

Seeing Sui He’s flustered look swept away all of Yue Mingxuan’s bad mood from earlier about the lack of money. He laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I’m teasing you. I’m hungry. I want steamed meat Buns. Go make me a serving, okay?"

After receiving his command, Sui He bowed and left to prepare the food.

Yue Mingxuan remained seated at the table while spinning the pen in his hand.

The so called Hunting Festival... Wasn’t it just the Upper Nobles’ matchmaking event?

You need to find someone to be your hunting partner.

The intention was too obvious and he couldn’t help laughing aloud.

"What is so funny? Tell me, and let this king laugh as well."

Shang Qinghua suddenly appeared without a sound, freezing Yue Mingxuan’s smile on his face.