Northern Liang spy?
Jiang Yueyao peeked out from behind Jiang Yuehua with half her little head.
[Wow, I finally get to witness a live ancient spy capture scene!]
[Not gonna lie, these Black Armor Army soldiers are all tall and sturdy… and quite handsome too]
[Though this leader looks a bit dull-witted]
[Speaking of which, Northern Liang just won’t stay quiet, causing trouble right after suffering a major defeat…]
[Wait… Northern Liang spy, this plot seems familiar…]
Beside them, both Xie Yanqing and Jiang Yuehua felt their hearts jump.
Is our little ancestor about to work her magic again?
Meanwhile…
Inside a spacious black carriage parked below the Drunken Immortal Restaurant, someone couldn’t help but look up slightly.
Actually, from some time ago, the person in the carriage had been hearing that familiar voice.
So it’s her.
After parting ways in the cave, he thought there wouldn’t be many opportunities to meet again, but unexpectedly… they encountered each other so soon.
What’s more unexpected was… the content of these inner thoughts.
[Hahaha, sis remembers now!]
[Look at sis’s clever little brain – truly photographic memory! Must be because sis eats well and maintains balanced nutrition for good memory]
[Speaking of which, that steamed perch we just ate was really delicious]
[They say kids who love eating fish have smart brains – isn’t sis the perfect example?]
Jiang Yuehua: “…”
Xie Yanqing: “…”
Little ancestor, we were just at the crucial part?
How did you jump topics?
Keep thinking about the spy matter! Why did you switch to food?
And even… went racing down this wrong path?
Jiang Yueyao’s little brain had already started planning to find a chef to make sweet and sour squirrel fish and pan-fried ribbon fish for her after she acquired an iron wok sometime later.
It sounded…
quite delicious actually.
Jiang Yuehua gained new understanding about her sister once again.
My little sister really knows her food!
Looking at it this way, partnering with my sister to open a restaurant was indeed a good decision.
Xie Yanqing couldn’t help but cough lightly.
“General Xue, since you’re here to capture Northern Liang spies, we’ll certainly cooperate.”
“But about these Northern Liang spies…”
Xue Lang, the chubby-faced leader clad in black armor, withdrew his smile.
“Young Marquis Xie, this matter is under Prince Jing’s jurisdiction. Others shouldn’t inquire further.”
“Young Marquis Xie only needs to wait here quietly. With our prince handling this, we’ll definitely capture all the villains in one sweep!”
Hmph, their prince’s operations didn’t need others meddling!
Though Young Marquis Xie was reliable, he still couldn’t be told.
Xie Yanqing: “…”
He hadn’t expected to extract any information from Xue Lang’s mouth anyway. Prince Jing’s men naturally wouldn’t be fooled into revealing important intelligence by just a few words.
Xie Yanqing had spoken up mainly to attract Jiang Yueyao’s attention.
Little ancestor, stop thinking about food! Think about the spy matter!
As it turned out…
Though Xie Yanqing had only met Jiang Yueyao twice briefly, he had still managed to grasp some of her habits.
Indeed…
Hearing Xie Yanqing and Xue Lang’s conversation, Jiang Yueyao’s thoughts were unconsciously guided along.
[Oh right, Northern Liang spy]”I can’t quite remember if the Drunken Immortal Restaurant was raided, but… the Northern Liang spy incident seemed to have been exposed half a year later. At that time, that Death Madman used the spy capture operation to gain significant favor before the old emperor.”
“Though one can’t blame that Death Madman for gloating – who would have thought the head of all Northern Liang spies in the capital was actually a chef who worked nonstop in the kitchen every day?”
“Speaking of which, are restaurant chefs really that free? Besides cooking every day, he still had time to manage spies?”
“Truly worthy of being called a time management master.”
“How did that Death Madman discover him in my previous life… I think it was said this spy chief had a daughter who was often ill, requiring expensive medicinal herbs year-round to control her condition.”
“Seems it was because of these herbs that the Death Madman tracked down his identity… Makes sense. Where would a mere chef get so much money to buy such expensive herbs?”
“This Northern Liang spy chief was really foolish. When establishing his cover identity, why didn’t he choose to be a wealthy merchant or nouveau riche? At the very least, being the restaurant owner would have explained where the large sums of money came from.”
Jiang Yueyao shook her head, feeling people these days were too naive, completely unaware of the terrifying scrutiny of future investment verifications requiring multiple layers of background checks and bank statement audits.
While Jiang Yueyao was lost in these random thoughts, the two people in the room and the person in the carriage downstairs all began to move.
Xie Yanqing: “…Young General Xue, I wonder if the Black Armor Guard has secured everyone in this restaurant. Since this establishment is suspicious, we should pay close attention to all guests, the manager, and even the chefs in the kitchen.”
How could they make people discover the chef was suspicious without implicating Jiang Yueyao?
Meanwhile, Jiang Yueyao produced silver needles in her hand again.
Subtle hints were too mentally exhausting.
Rather than overthinking, it would be better to directly needle that chef.
First control the person – if he really was the spy chief, evidence could be found to prove they hadn’t needled the wrong person.
However…
Xie Yanqing and Jiang Yueyao didn’t need to worry much longer.
Soon…
Another squad of Black Armor Guard quickly stormed into the restaurant, and shortly after… sounds of fighting emerged from below.
“Don’t let that chef escape!”
“Capture him!”
“Black Armor Guard apprehending Northern Liang spies! All bystanders stay clear!”
Both Xie Yanqing and Jiang Yueyao breathed sighs of relief.
It seemed…
These Black Armor Guard must have already identified that chef before arriving, so they didn’t need to give warnings or take action themselves.
“Truly worthy of Prince Jing, his calculations never miss.”
Jiang Yuehua spoke with clear admiration.
[Wow, my sister’s tone and expression seem off!]
[Why does it feel like a fan meeting their idol?]
[Speaking of Prince Jing, Prince Jing… Could he already be some seventy or eighty-year-old man? What’s there to admire?]
[I don’t recall seeing any storylines about Prince Jing – he probably has no role later on. Why would my sister admire such an insignificant character?]
[Does my sister have a father complex?]
“Pfft!”
Xie Yanqing, who had just relaxed enough to take a sip of water, immediately spat out his tea.Her eyes welled up with tears as she gazed pitifully at Jiang Yuehua.
Does Yuehua… actually prefer older men?
Maybe he should start growing a beard as soon as he gets back?
He’d heard that men with beards appear more mature, though he personally found facial hair inconvenient while eating and drinking. But if that’s what Yuehua likes… he’d give it his best effort!
Jiang Yuehua: “…”
Thank you so much for that!
For the record: I’m female, interested in men, and have a particular fondness for young fresh meat!
I don’t have a father complex!!!