Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

It turned out that all the people in Xiaochaiyuan had gathered together. Some were concerned about Mu Tou's injury, some were asking what Wang Ergou had been doing recently, Zhang Liu was able to walk with a cane, and Zhang Shiyi was feeding hay to the donkey in the straw shed. Everything looked so peaceful and comfortable.

Liang Dahai, smiling broadly, walked briskly into the room, carrying a pot of steaming chicken soup and shouting, "Hey, chicken soup is here!" He carefully placed the soup in the middle of the table, then looked around and said enthusiastically, "The dishes are all here, why don't you all eat?"

Zhang Jingwei, who was sitting at the table, smiled brightly upon hearing this and responded, "Aren't we waiting for our Chef Liang?"

Liang Dahai waved his hands quickly, smiled modestly and said, "Master, you are joking! Actually, I just brought these dishes from the main courtyard kitchen."

Wang Ergou, who was standing by, couldn't help but reveal a hint of disappointment after hearing this. He muttered, "Oh, I was just praising you for being able to make so many delicious dishes in just one afternoon."

Liang Dahai hurriedly explained, "The young lady sympathized with our hard work and specially ordered the kitchen to prepare some more food."

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "If that's the case, why don't you ask the young lady to come over for dinner?"

Liang Dahai looked embarrassed and replied softly, "Of course I did invite the young lady, but she said she wasn't feeling well today and hadn't eaten all day."

Zhang Jingwei frowned slightly when he heard this, and complained to Liang Dahai, "Hey! You! Why didn't you tell me such an important thing earlier?"

Liang Dahai was speechless for a moment. He wanted to explain but didn't know how to start. He could only stammer, "Master, I..."

Before Liang Dahai could finish his words, Zhang Jingwei suddenly stood up and said, "Drink your soup! Pangolin!" Then he left the yard without looking back.

Liang Dahai was stunned by Zhang Jingwei's sudden action. He stared blankly at Zhang Jingwei's departing back and muttered to himself, "Pangolin? What is a pangolin?"

At this moment, Wang Ergou, who was also puzzled, shook his head helplessly and said jokingly, "If you, Chef Liang, don't know, how can we, who are only responsible for eating, know?"

……

In the main courtyard, Zhang Jingwei came to the door of Huangfu Ling's room. He raised his hand and knocked gently on the door, but there was no response from inside the room.

Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but feel anxious. He knocked a few more times with more force, but there was still no movement. He had lost his patience at this point. He took a deep breath, then gathered all his strength and rushed towards the door.

As the dull thuds echoed, the entire main courtyard seemed to be shaken. After Zhang Jingwei had banged the door several times in a row, a maidservant beside him finally couldn't help but say, "Sir... this door opens outwards."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened instantly. He looked at the maid in astonishment and shouted angrily, "What? Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've hit you so many times and you're just telling me now!"

The maid, however, looked aggrieved and muttered softly, "Sir, you didn't ask me..."

Zhang Jingwei opened the door and found no one in the main room. He ran into the bedroom and saw Huangfu Ling curled up in the quilt, twitching. Zhang Jingwei was frightened and went forward to pull back the quilt.

"Ah~" Along with this piercing scream, Zhang Jingwei felt as if his eardrums were about to be torn apart, the pain was unbearable. He couldn't help but frown and covered his ears with his hands, trying to relieve the discomfort. After recovering a little, he looked forward and couldn't help shouting in surprise: "Why is it you! "

I saw a petite girl with a pretty face lying in front of me. It was Douya.

She looked at Zhang Jingwei timidly, her face flushed, and she said softly, "Sir, the young lady has her period today and is not feeling well, so I sent Xiao Douya to wait here for you so that she can serve you."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei's heart tightened and he hurriedly asked, "Where is your young lady now?"

Douya quickly replied, "Young lady is practicing in the martial arts hall, uncle. Little Douya doesn't quite understand the rules yet. If there are any mistakes, I hope you will bear with me and teach me slowly."

Zhang Jingwei was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said angrily, "I'm not going to teach you a lesson. You're so young, and you're just daydreaming about something all day long! Get out of bed right now and do what you need to do."

Douya seemed to be frightened by Zhang Jingwei's words. She shrank her neck and replied, "Oh...oh." Then she got out of bed obediently, lowered her head, and looked at a loss.

Zhang Jingwei left the room angrily, and Douya followed him with a red face and head down.

The martial arts hall is Huangfu Ling's exclusive place for practicing martial arts. It is heavily guarded, but there is no guard to be seen. There are only two pretty maids quietly waiting at the door.

When Zhang Jingwei appeared in front of the martial arts hall, the two maids immediately saluted him respectfully and shouted in unison: "Master!"

Zhang Jingwei nodded slightly, then asked, "Is the young lady in there?"

One of the maids replied softly, "Sir, the young lady is practicing martial arts. No one is allowed to disturb her."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but frown and retorted, "Am I someone else? I'm her husband! And I heard she's not feeling well, so why is she still practicing so hard?"

Another maid looked embarrassed and said after a moment's hesitation, "Then... wait for me to go in and inform them first!"

However, Zhang Jingwei didn't even wait for the maid to make any move, and shouted impatiently: "I'm notifying you!" Before he finished speaking, he strode into the martial arts hall.

Huangfu Ling was concentrating on practicing a set of boxing techniques, sweat dripping down her fair cheeks and soaking a few strands of hair on her forehead. She had already shed her outer clothes, wearing only a thin tube top. The tube top, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her skin, outlining her graceful figure. She wore a pair of loose white waisted pants, also stained with sweat, which tightly clung to her long, straight legs.

Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but swallow as he watched the scene unfold. He'd never imagined that the seemingly immature Huangfu Ling had such a hot and alluring figure—big breasts, a pert butt, and an H-waist. This was completely different from the real-life muscular woman.