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"I don't know you yet, but I have stock, so there's no need to compete with those people. I bought a lot—ten jars, a hundred taels of gold. How about that?" Qi Xiaomian handed over the banknotes.
"Why are you buying so much? Drinking soup in excess can get tiresome," he replied.
"I need to send some to the palace and elsewhere," Qi Xiaomian said.
"The palace? Forget it. That place can turn even a single hair into a heap of trouble. If I send this jar of soup over, it might just turn into poison in the blink of an eye."
"Not at all. I'll deliver it myself, right under my nose. If anything happens, you won't be held responsible."
Sang Qingxiao then stood up, signaling for Qi Xiaomian to follow. Little Dun Dun also came along, and Sang Qingxiao didn't stop him, leaving the two brothers to continue their conversation.
Seeing Buddha Treasure sitting quietly in the backyard watching the fire, Qi Xiaomian recalled the rumors about him. He took a closer look at the chubby face munching on grapes and the juice that hadn't been wiped from the corner of his mouth, filled with disdain.
But when the little one sweetly called out, "Brother," all of Qi Xiaomian's disdain vanished.
He lifted the little one by the back of his collar and hugged him close, sitting on the small stool where the child had been before, facing him directly.
He patted his head and poked his soft belly while murmuring about what features resembled whom.
Sang Qingxiao heard his muttering and busily served a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup for Little Dun Dun. "You can't drink from that pot; it has a lot of alcohol in it."
The bowl he held contained just a bit of fragrant liquor to remove any fishy smell, along with some pumpkin puree stirred in to make the soup smoother and more appetizing with its golden color.
Qi Xiaomian noticed and quickly said, "Of the ten jars of soup I ordered, three should be swapped for those with less alcohol."
"Yongxin Marquis, you really don't need to handle such trivial matters yourself. Have you heard what people are saying outside? My ten-year-old daughter is about to turn three; what's worse is that she looks just like you! Can't she resemble me instead?"
Hearing this, Qi Xiaomian laughed. "My people have already found out that this matter was orchestrated by several princes and high officials. Don't worry; it won't happen again."
"The best way to put an end to this rumor is for you not to come around anymore. I'll try my best not to let anyone see me."
"Ha."
Qi Xiaomian hurriedly changed the subject. "Is this little chubby one really Buddha Child?"
"I'm not a little chubby one; my name is Li Puji, but everyone calls me The Office of Censors."
"Li Puji? The Office of Censors? Is he afraid others won't know how special this child is?"
Only Little Dun Dun continued to speak, his voice so soft it felt more like he was talking to himself. I didn't like the name Li Puji; whenever people heard it, they wouldn't play with me.
What about the nickname The Office of Censors? Do you like it?
I do! My mom always calls me "treasure" and plays with me. She's the one I love the most, and she loves me too. But my mom said we won't be able to see each other often anymore. I don't like Pujisi. Boohoo, I miss my mom.
Oh no! How did he end up crying? Sang Qingxiao and Qi Xiaomian exchanged glances, nudging each other to comfort the child.
But who has ever comforted a child? They all shook their heads in unison.
Just let him cry for a bit, right?
But the crying only grew louder, with tears streaming down like beads on a string. It was pitiful!
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