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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Ten
This dog is truly successful!
Softy watched the two of them rolling around like puppies, covering Lang Ye's eyes with her small hand and whispering in its ear, "Ahei, don't look. Let's not learn from them and argue like fools. Come on, let's go home and pack our things. Shu Que Wu Pan."
Leading Lang Ye back to her little hut, which was just a rundown three-room straw house, it was still the place she had lived for over ten years. Lang Ye watched her as she touched this and that, tears streaming down its big eyes. A feeling of indescribable emotion welled up in the wolf's heart. By the time it realized what was happening, it had already pressed its furry head against Softy's little leg, rubbing against her.
Look at this dog; it's truly successful!
Softy walked down the street with her bundle. The usually arrogant dogs would see Lang Ye and immediately tuck their tails between their legs, trembling as they lay on the ground, making sounds similar to worshipful Wuwu noises. Lang Ye didn't even glance at them and walked away, having grown accustomed to the mundane life of humans. Those lowly dogs should stay out of this king's sight.
Damn it, I wonder who is following a flower girl around pretending to be Snoopy!
The Shrine is the largest and most impressive building in Peacock Valley. Although it only has a front and back courtyard, its grand atmosphere surpasses even Zhang Dahu's two-story house, leaving Tang Zisu puzzled about why such a small place as Peacock Valley would build such a large Shrine.
Softy quickly set down her bundle and rushed to cook for Tang Zisu and Lang Ye. While washing rice, she kept saying, "Ahei, I'm going to cook some cured meat for you later. No mischief now."
Mischief? Please, I can't be bothered with you, you crybaby.
Lang Ye quietly lay under an Old Osmanthus Tree, letting the gentle breeze ruffle its once-stiff wolf fur. It felt so cool! So handsome! So powerful!
The aroma of braised rice with cured meat filled the entire courtyard, causing both Lang Ye and Tang Zisu to drool shamelessly.
Just as Tang Zisu sat down at the dining table, before she could even pick up her bowl, the sound of bells rang out from the front courtyard. Pouting, Tang Zisu slammed her chopsticks down and exclaimed, "Can’t anyone eat in peace? Thunder doesn’t strike those who are eating, no matter what."
Softy stood up and said, "You eat with Ahei; I’ll go take a look." With that, she hurried off toward the front courtyard.
Lang Ye didn’t even lift his head, casually chewing on a piece of cured meat from a brand new coarse pottery bowl. His eating was nothing short of elegant. Tang Zisu shot him a glare and remarked, "I’ve never seen a dog like this."
Lang Ye scoffed, "I’ve never seen a shrine maiden like you."
Tang Zisu looked at Lang Ye in astonishment. This man was quietly eating without raising his head, and the surroundings were silent—there wasn’t even a ghostly shadow to be seen. Yet just moments ago, there had clearly been a rough male voice ringing in her ears. Could it be that she was possessed?
Softy rushed back, panting, "High Priestess, the clan leader has arrived and wants you to go quickly."
Tang Zisu slumped down in defeat. "Softy, can’t I not go? I can’t remember anything; I don’t want to see the clan leader."
Softy supported her waist from behind. "You don’t need to say anything; just listen to him."
"But he always talks for so long. I want to eat."
"Come on, he’s already preparing for the ritual. You need to go quickly—no wait, you should change your clothes first. No need to change anymore." Softy fumbled around, adjusting Tang Zisu's light blue robe embroidered with lotus flowers.
"Alright, alright, Softy, I’ll go." Tang Zisu waved her sleeve, feeling an urge to recite a poem: The wind is bleak by the Yishui River; a hero departs without having eaten.
The Elder Chief, dressed in gray with white hair and beard, had already been waiting for Tang Zisu for a while. Every time she saw this short-statured clan leader, an image of a slow-moving sheep riding on a snail would flash through her mind...
“High Priestess.” The clan leader placed a hand on his chest and bowed. Tang Zisu hurriedly returned the gesture. The clan leader handed the lit incense in his hand to Tang Zisu, who stepped forward to place it in the incense burner dedicated to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. Her hand trembled slightly; she didn't know why she always felt uncomfortable whenever she saw this deity with long eyebrows, refined eyes, holding a lotus and a treasure.
The Elder Chief bowed before Ksitigarbha and then fiddled around in front of the statue. Suddenly, a small hidden compartment appeared. He took out a small antique-style box from inside and handed it to Tang Zisu.
“What is this?” The small box made Tang Zisu feel both excited and mysterious.
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