Chapter 270: Chapter 270

Pei Shu’er smiled gently, her fair fingers pointing to her bundle, her voice was soft and light.

"Could you please tell me where Lin Zhi is? I’m here to bring him some food."

As soon as she spoke, everyone was filled with envy and jealousy. What a wonderful wife she is, even bringing meals to someone.

More importantly, Miss Pei’s culinary skills were outstanding, something every soldier was aware of.

Tang Zan had just prepared his meal and was planning to eat when he saw Pei Shu’er walk in. It was Pei Shu’er’s first time visiting him, and he couldn’t contain his excitement.

Then he saw his Pei Shu’er surrounded by those coarse men; they resembled dogs seeing a meat bun, wagging their tails!

That was his wife, and should these men dare to covet her?

Tang Zan walked over, took Pei Shu’er’s hand, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

"What brings you here?"

Pei Shu’er handed him the bundle and food box.

"We ground some new rice to let you try its taste; it’s quite good."

Tang Zan was momentarily stunned, and his smile deepened.

His wife was too good, thinking of him even with new rice, but he could taste it at home anyway.

Smiling, he led Pei Shu’er to a seat. Such an action was somewhat inappropriate for ancient etiquette.

But Tang Zan didn’t care about others’ gazes, his actions with Pei Shu’er were a declaration of ownership.

Yet he couldn’t help but sigh, it wasn’t surprising these men couldn’t take their eyes off his wife.

After all, his wife was truly dazzling.

He slightly smiled: "I’m fine with dining hall food; there’s no need to bring me any."

Pei Shu’er smiled: "Try it first."

With that, her fair hand rested on the brown-red food box, giving off an intriguingly elegant beauty.

She lifted the lid, revealing the first dish, a cured meat, and the second, a steamed fish, which looked vividly colored and tasted excellent.

The rice beneath was finally exposed, with each grain full and distinct, emitting an exotic fragrance.

The moment they saw the rice, everyone’s eyes widened. This rice...

How could the grains be so large and unbroken, without a bit of husk? How many rinse cycles went into achieving this?

Swallowing, a soldier scooped some porridge from the meal.

"Miss Pei, you’ve really put effort into this meal; it must have been rinsed many times. You are so good to your husband."

"Indeed, what kind of affection drives one to make such a meal?"

As they spoke, everyone’s amazement grew, and Tang Zan’s mood improved; Pei Shu’er making such a meal for him surely showed she cared about him?

Was there perhaps also a bit of affection?

"No, it’s rice ground with my newly invented peeling machine. Each grain is ."

After saying this, Pei Shu’er opened a small bag beside her.

With her words, the others turned to look at the rice in Pei Shu’er’s bag, and a soldier’s rough hand reached in, scooping some rice, his eyes widening.

This shimmering, glossy rice was ground, not hand-picked.

This... what kind of machine is this?

Beside him, Tang Zan enjoyed the food, his lips twitching, his gratitude halved.

Yet he was grateful Pei Shu’er came this way, unwilling for him to eat the army’s pig feed, showing she cared for him.

"Alright, you eat first, I will go find Zhang Feng to discuss this rice." Pei Shu’er stood up, her voice gentle.

Tang Zan sighed: "Okay, I understand."

Did he perhaps think too much again?

As Pei Shu’er stood, a man stood behind her, and Tang Zan’s pupils flared.

He glanced at the unsuspecting Pei Shu’er, his face turning a bit pale.

He knew Yan Hengyin would always be irreplaceable in Pei Shu’er’s heart.

Yan Hengyin slightly smiled: "Pei Shu’er, weren’t you looking for me?"

Upon hearing the voice, Pei Shu’er turned to the man behind her, it was indeed Yan Hengyin.

Pei Shu’er replied: "Sorry, Your Highness, no."

Her etiquette was impeccable, Yan Hengyin’s expression first turned cold, then took on a hint of mockery.

"What, no longer pretending not to know me?"

Pei Shu’er said: "I’m indeed not familiar with Your Highness."

Upon her words, Yan Hengyin laughed loudly, and Commander Qian laughed strangely beside him.

Commander Qian said: "Everyone in the Capital knows Miss Pei is quite familiar with His Highness."

Yan Hengyin sternly reminded: "Commander Qian, watch your words."

He wished not to be associated with a fugitive.

Commander Qian instantly apologized: "Of course, of course, His Highness couldn’t possibly be familiar with a fugitive."

Yan Hengyin’s complexion improved greatly, while Tang Zan’s face turned completely dark, his gaze at Yan Hengyin like he wanted to tear him apart.

Pei Shu’er raised her hand to restrain Tang Zan, fearing he would act impulsively.

She didn’t lack hatred for the Third Prince, but their status needed to be considered; to deal with the Third Prince, cunning was required.

But she underestimated Tang Zan, clearly this man, though mad and irrational, hadn’t lost control.

Still, she sensed Tang Zan’s heavily suppressed anger and the icy aura that could freeze someone solid.

Tang Zan smiled: "Your Highness, my wife indeed doesn’t know you, could you not hinder her path? I’m sure His Highness wouldn’t do such a thing."

Yan Hengyin felt uneasy when Tang Zan looked at him, with a strange tingling sensation on his scalp; he sensed the unmistakable killing intent in Tang Zan’s gaze, so intense it nearly suffocated him.

Yet as an elite, he quickly adjusted to Tang Zan’s murderous aura, and met the challenge in kind, his words full of provocation.

"Mrs. Pei should be here to see me, after all her bundle contains nothing but Cloud Cake."

Pei Shu’er: "... His Highness might be overthinking. It’s just that people from the Deserted Mountain don’t enjoy eating Cloud Cake, so I brought it for Commander Zhang to taste."

Her words brought another laugh from Yan Hengyin. He plainly didn’t believe.

He hadn’t seen Pei Shu’er during his long stay at the camp; she must’ve been unable to resist, hence coming to him.

If you seek him, just do, yet resorting to such flimsy excuses, truly seemed laughable.

Was she trying various means to attract his attention?

This Pei Shu’er, he thought she’d matured, but she was still so obsessed with him, tirelessly maneuvering to be near.

Tang Zan toyed with a chopstick in his hand, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Yan Hengyin, focusing on his neck.

Yan Hengyin suddenly felt a chill on his neck, immobilized momentarily, subdued by the presence, with Tang Zan feeling like a venomous snake, a beast, or King Yan.

Next, Tang Zan’s magnetic voice rang out, devoid of warmth.

"Your Highness, Mrs. Pei is my wife, I hope His Highness maintains his dignity."