Baili Yan was momentarily speechless, feeling that being an Emperor was utterly uninteresting.
He felt like his life was not even as leisurely as that of an ordinary commoner.
It even made him entertain the thought of not wanting to be an Emperor, but thatās all he could doājust think about it.
Regarding Yangyang not becoming the Emperor of Great Qi, after thinking it over, he still found it a pity.
"You little rascal, do you know? If you had become the Emperor of Great Qi, perhaps Great Qi and Great Zhou could stop warring, and maybe even engage in a secret plot, turning Great Qi into Great Zhou."
Looking at Yangyang with disappointment, "You little fool, what a great opportunity wasted."
Yangyang scratched his little head, was it really like that?
"I never thought about it like that." Yangyang shrugged, "But now the result is the same, isnāt it? The young Emperor of Great Qi is Prince Leās biological son, also a person of Great Zhou."
"Sigh, thatās not quite the same." Baili Yan sighed, "The hearts are different."
With someone like Baili Han, the two dynasties probably wonāt even have a chance to reconcile.
"Cousin, youāre thinking too optimistically," Ye Ziāan twitched his lips, "The current young Emperor of Great Qi is just a puppet. Everything is still under the control of Grand Emperor Baili Han." So forget about any secret plots to turn Great Qi into Great Zhou.
Baili Yan rolled his eyes at him, "I know all that, just saying."
A while later, the guards brought food, dinner was very simple, just some roasted meat with thin porridge.
Yang Chuxia thought to herself, for someone like Baili Yan to eat this is really something.
After dinner, the army allotted a tent for Ye Ziāanās family to stay in.
The next day, at the crack of dawn, the army got up to cook porridge, then struck camp.
Afterwards, Ye Ziāan and the others also rode their horses away.
By midday, they reached a town under Tumi County of Liangchuan Prefecture.
"I was chasing that barefoot doctor to this county at the time," Ye Ziāan said.
"Tumi County, are there many Tumi flowers here?"
"Seems there are quite a lot, I remember thereās an annual Tumi Flower Festival here."
Yangyang tapped on the carriage and quietly asked Lele, "How many miles did we travel this morning?"
"We traveled slowly in the morning, just a few dozen miles."
Upon hearing this, Yangyang stroked his chin and grinned.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Lele asked, puzzled.
"Nothing." Yangyang jumped off the carriage, "Dad, Iām hungry. Letās head to the restaurant. The porridge from breakfast wasnāt filling at all."
"Here we are."
Yangyang hurriedly said, "Iām going in to order some food." With that, he hopped to the front like a rabbit, and once inside, he shouted, "Boss, bring two servings each of your roast suckling pig, braised beef, crystal knuckles..."
"Can you finish all that?" Yang Chuxia, who followed him in, asked.
"Arenāt there lots of uncle guards around? How could it not be finished?" finished Yangyang, adding, "And boss, remember to bring two plates of steamed buns."
"Alright, young master, please have a seat. The food will be right up."
"Mother, please sit," Yangyang went up to help Yang Chuxia sit down, then helped Ye Ziāan. Finally, he sat down himself.
Lele chuckled, "The little one is becoming more filial."
"Of course." Yangyang propped his chin up, full of pride.
The speed of serving at this restaurant was fairly quick, and as soon as the knuckles arrived, he couldnāt wait any longer.
Midway through, he added, "Boss, please prepare two orders of osmanthus cake for takeaway."
Yang Chuxia just assumed he wanted to save it for the carriage ride, so she didnāt ask much.