After Marrying The Paranoid God of War (Rebirth) - Chapter 16.2
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It was already evening when Huo Pingxiao returned to the Marquis’s residence from Duke Pei’s Mansion.
The emperor had granted him a residence after conferring the title of marquis. However, being a man who had spent years campaigning away from home, he rarely stayed in one place. When he had the opportunity to return to Chang’an, he often stayed in the suburban military camp.
As a result, Huo Pingxiao did not arrange for anyone to maintain his mansion or decorate it with furniture or plants.
A while ago, Madam Gao had visited the Dingbei Marquis’s Mansion and noticed its desolation.
Madam Gao was the eldest daughter of the Minister of Civil Affairs’s family and Huo Lang’s second wife. She had given birth to Huo Lang’s second son, Huo Changjue.
Sitting in the main hall, she couldn’t help but advise Huo Pingxiao, who had just returned to the mansion, “If you have time, you should renovate your marquis’s mansion. I went to see it a while ago, and it’s practically an abandoned residence.”
Huo Pingxiao’s sharp, chiseled features and his eyes glanced at Madam Gao, and he held a porcelain teacup with his long, well-defined fingers without responding immediately.
Madam Gao was briefly taken aback by the intensity of his gaze, and at this moment, Huo Pingxiao put down his teacup with a “clang” and lazily asked, “Madam, are you suggesting that I shouldn’t stay at the Prime Minister’s Mansion?”
Madam Gao quickly shook her head and replied, “Of course, I didn’t mean that.”
The Huo family was quite different from other noble families; it was a prosperous family where a son inherited a title while the father was still alive.
In Madam Gao’s view, Huo Pingxiao, this living Yama (King of Hell), seemed more like her ancestor than her stepson. Compared to Huo Lang, she was more afraid of Huo Pingxiao.
Although Huo Lang’s temperament was gloomy and domineering, he was already getting older and often bedridden due to illness.
But the living Yama in front of her was a true martial artist who had shed the blood of many and beheaded numerous people. When Huo Pingxiao took two steps toward her, Madam Gao felt a chill.
– “This Marquis is tired and wants to go back to rest first. I won’t have dinner with the Madam and the Prime Minister.”
Since Madam Gao became Huo Lang’s concubine, Huo Pingxiao had never called Huo Lang “father” and certainly never addressed her, the stepmother, as “mother.”
He always addressed them as Madam and Prime Minister, displaying a polite and distant tone.
After Huo Pingxiao left the main hall, Madam Gao took a sip of tea and suppressed her anxiety.
Why hasn’t this living Yama taken a wife and settled down yet? If Huo Pingxiao could get married, Madam Gao also hoped that he would quickly take his wife to his own marquisate to live his own life, rather than staying in this prime minister’s residence.
Given the character of this living Yama, he would certainly not tolerate any suffering for his wife, and the woman he would choose would not be easy to control.
When Huo Pingxiao’s wife enters the door and the man supports her like this, where will the face of the main mistress of the mansion be?
Madam Gao comforted herself in her heart.
Fortunately, the marriage between Huo Changjue and the eldest daughter of the He family has long been settled. As the mother-in-law, she can establish her authority in front of her daughter-in-law.
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There is a herbal drink shop in the west market that sells drinks with a few medicinal herbs. Although it is flavored with some Chinese herbs, the taste is well balanced, not excessively bitter. Drinking it feels more like the taste of herbal tea.
Originally, this herbal drink shop was nothing special in the west and east markets. However, ever since the common people heard that Prime Minister Huo Lang visits this shop several times every year, the shop’s reputation has soared. During festivals, if you want to drink a bowl of the shop’s drink, you have to wait in a long queue.
During his break from official duties, Li Yifang bought some delicious pastries for Ruan Xi. When the two rested at the herbal drink shop, Li Yifang watched the little one eat with relish and asked with a gentle smile, “After returning to Jiazhou, will you miss these snacks from Chang’an?”
Ruan Xi nodded his little head, “Mm.”
The boy ate with grace and elegance, but as he chewed on the pastries, his cheeks slightly puffed up. He softly asked, “After Uncle Li goes to Jiazhou with me and Mom, will you stay there or return to Chang’an?”
Li Yifang looked at the adorable appearance of the boy and couldn’t help but laugh. He asked in return, “What does Xi’er think? Do you want Uncle to stay in Jiazhou or return to Chang’an?”
Ruan Xi swallowed a pastry with the herbal drink and leaned towards Li Yifang. His dark pupils glistened with clarity as he stared into the man’s eyes and whispered softly, “Actually, you should have been my dad.”
After saying this, the boy lowered his eyelashes with a sorrowful expression.
Li Yifang asked in confusion, “What does this mean?”
Ruan Xi returned to her original position, her little mouth slightly pursed, not responding to him.
He remembered that Brother Sun had mentioned that his mother seemed to have an unmarried fiancé who was going to become the Chief Magistrate of Jingzhao, and the description of this uncle matched exactly what Brother Sun had said.
But his biological father wasn’t him; the boy didn’t know who his real father was and had often envied the children in the neighborhood who had fathers.
But Ruan Xi now understood. As long as he could live with his mother in the future, that would be enough.
Li Yifang sensed that the child was thinking about something sad and was about to comfort him when he felt that something was off in the atmosphere around them. The bustling noise from the tavern next to them suddenly ceased.
He looked up and saw Huo Changjue, the second young master of the Huo family, walking toward them with a group of more than ten sword-bearing attendants, making quite a scene.
Huo Changjue didn’t need such a grand entourage, and as Li Yifang took a closer look, he realized that sitting beside him in a wheelchair was the current Prime Minister – Huo Lang.
Even with an ailment in his legs, Huo Long still exuded the deep and noble aura of someone in power, making people dare not gaze directly at him.
The restaurant staff didn’t clear their table, probably at the Huo family’s request.
Li Yifang and Huo Changjue held the same official rank, and their relationship was somewhat delicate. After exchanging a nod, Li Yifang also paid his respects to Huo Lang, saying, “I pay my respects to the Prime Minister.”
After inquiring about each other’s well-being, Li Yifang was about to leave with Ruan Xi.
However, Steward Su, who was by Huo Lang’s side, showed a subtle change in expression upon seeing Ruan Xi.
Since childhood, he had followed Huo Lang, serving as his close attendant for many years, and the image of the master’s appearance when he was young lingered in his mind.
This child was just too similar to his master when he was young, and his appearance even resembled the eldest young master, Huo Pingxiao.
Those eyebrows and eyes are almost identical.
How could such a coincidental thing happen? It’s really strange.
Taking another look at Huo Lang beside him, it was evident that his sharp eyes were indeed observing.
While Ruan Xi had not yet turned around, still curiously looking at him, Huo Lang waved at him and whispered, “Kid, come over here for a moment.”
Li Yifang couldn’t figure out why Huo Lang suddenly became interested in Ruan Xi. Ruan Xi raised his little face towards him and nodded before happily bouncing over to Huo Lang’s wheelchair.
The boy showed no fear towards the powerful old man, Huo Lang. Once he stood still, his voice was clear and childish, and he greeted, “Hello, sir~”
“Which family do you belong to, and what’s your name?”
As soon as Huo Lang’s words fell, Steward Su and Huo Changjue immediately exchanged glances, both feeling a bit at a loss.
The Prime Minister was always serious, but just now, they heard an unusually gentle tone in his voice.
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Translated by: All Things Fluff