Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

As soon as Marquis Yongyi returned to the mansion, the marriage proposal team arrived. The old marquis, who usually remained calm even in the face of a crisis, became a little nervous and even walked with his hands and feet trembling.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?" Su Qingli saw that Marquis Yongyi's hands and feet were out of control, so she quickly stepped forward to support him. "Are you too nervous?"

Marquis Yongyi looked at her helplessly and said, "Qingli, I've never experienced anything like this before. When someone comes in, what should I say? Should I have him beaten up first, so that he won't bully others after Xiaoyue gets married?"

Su Qingli was amused: "Fuck grandpa, this is an engagement, not a marriage robbery. If you beat up the person who made the engagement, how can the marriage be concluded?"

"Then...should I prepare a return gift?" Marquis Yongyi asked anxiously, "There's no female elder in this mansion who can take charge. What if I say something wrong?"

Su Qingli helped Marquis Yongyi to sit down in the main seat: "Don't worry, my grandfather. You can wait a moment and say whatever you want. I will go to the back to accompany Sister Ji."

"Girl, don't go. I'll feel uneasy if you leave." Marquis Yongyi was anxious. He was really panicked.

"Don't worry, my lord. I'm here with you." Mo Yunting's voice came.

Seeing him, Marquis Yongyi became even more nervous. However, thinking that Mo Yunting was an experienced person, he asked again, "When you first came to propose marriage, did the Su family give you any trouble?"

"Never."

"So I'm just going to let him trick my granddaughter away?"

"My Lord, the General's Mansion and the Marquis' Mansion are only two streets apart. If you miss Miss Ji, you can go see her anytime. Although Yin Ze has a cold temper, he is definitely not someone who would bully a woman."

"The women he has oppressed are not enough. There are countless female prisoners in his Motai Prison. Which one of them can stand up to him?"

Mo Yunting coughed twice and said, "My Lord, how can you compare Miss Ji with a prisoner? It's inappropriate."

As they were talking, the Duke of Anguo and his wife walked in front, Yin Ze walked in the middle, and Yin Chi followed closely behind carrying a pair of wild geese. Originally, Yin Ze wanted to ask Mo Yunting to help him propose marriage, but then he remembered that he was the emperor's man, and it would not be appropriate to ask him.

However, there were not many decent people in the court who were suitable for him, so Su Qingli suggested that he ask the Duke of Anguo and his wife to help propose marriage and pay the betrothal gifts.

"Greetings, Your Majesty..."

"No need to be so polite. I'm just here to join in the fun today. You guys can talk about your things." Mo Yunting sat aside as a spectator.

Marquis Yongyi hurriedly asked everyone to sit down. If he were asked to face Yin Ze directly, he would really feel embarrassed, but it was different for the Duke of Anguo and his wife.

Duke Anguo was half his age, and the two had had a lot of contact before. Duke Anguo calmed down Marquis Yongyi with just a few words and smoothly settled the betrothal matter.

Su Qingli accompanied Ji Xiaoyue to hide behind the screen and peek: "Tsk tsk, General Yin has emptied the treasury of the General's Mansion, right?"

"I didn't expect that he would send sixty-eight betrothal gifts. This... is really too much." Ji Xiaoyue was also a little surprised. Although she knew that Yin Ze was going to propose marriage and offer betrothal, she didn't expect him to be so cautious.

"Did you see those geese? I heard he shot them with his own hands after spending the whole day outside the city yesterday."

"He's very thoughtful." Ji Xiaoyue said with a smile, "I'm lucky to marry him."

"Nonsense! He's obviously lucky to have won your favor and be able to marry you!" Su Qingli took her arm. "You're beautiful, kind, and good at making perfumes. The spices you make are sold all over the country. You're the most capable woman in Kyoto."

"Don't even think about emptying the treasury to marry you. Even if he gave up everything, I still think he'd profited."

Ji Xiaoyue looked shy: "How can I be as good as you say?"

"Of course not. Even Brother Qin Nan said that the spices you mix are unparalleled in the world. It's all thanks to you that our spice shop is making a fortune every day. You are a great treasure."

Ji Xiaoyue blushed at what Su Qingli said, and tried to hide immediately, but accidentally pushed the screen down, and the two of them stood there in front of everyone.

The corner of Yongyi Hou's mouth twitched, and he was about to say something, but Mo Yunting quickly walked over and picked up the fallen screen, as if nothing had happened.

Su Qingli gave him a thumbs up and said, "When it comes to staying calm, you have to be the one!"

Mo Yunting's eyes were full of doting. He took off the bag of snacks from his waist and stuffed it into Su Qingli's pocket: "I bought some sour plums. Do you like them?"

Su Qingli opened the bag, picked up a pill and put it into her mouth, nodded with great satisfaction, and then picked up another pill and stuffed it into Ji Xiaoyue's mouth.

Ji Xiaoyue took a bite and suddenly felt her teeth were about to fall out with sour taste. She could only swallow it whole. Her mouth was full of saliva and she kept swallowing because it was too sour.

“Will it be too sour?”

"It's not sour, just right. I like it." Su Qingli handed the bag to Ji Xiaoyue and motioned Ji Xiaoyue to eat another one. Ji Xiaoyue shook her head like a rattle.

At this moment, a hand reached out from the other side of the screen and stuffed a bag of preserved fruit into Ji Xiaoyue's hand: "I passed by the Guofu store and bought some candied fruit that you like. Come and try it and see if you like it."

Ji Xiaoyue blushed: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm afraid you might fall down if you peek, so I'm standing here so you can watch."

Ji Xiaoyue's face turned as red as the sunset in the sky. She stomped her feet and ran away. Su Qingli knew she was shy, so she followed her with the sour plums in her pocket.

Mo Yunting and Yin Ze looked at each other, and walked back to their seats tacitly, as if nothing had happened.