Transmigrator meets Reincarnator

Ch. 235 and Ch. 236

Ch. 235 Teppanyaki 

Chu Lian smiled in response without any intention of blaming Wenqing and Wenlan. Instead, she said, "Lady General Sima is already twenty this year, yet she has not wed. After her grandfather, Old General Sima, passed on, she has never returned to her hometown in Shandong. Her female soldiers often receive harsh criticism from others, so other than those affiliated with Old General Sima, Lady General Sima rarely has dealings with aristocratic families. General Sima seems to have spent the past three New Years in camp..."

Despite Chu Lian's calm tone, Wenqing and Wenlan were already gaping with surprise.

They had no idea that the almighty General Sima's life wasn't as good as they imagined it to be.

Wenqing and Wenlan instantly felt that General Sima's tiresome life was nowhere as good as theirs. They had the pleasure of eating delicacies alongside Third Young Madam while living idle lives...

The two young ladies didn't realise that their worldview was gradually being thwarted by their mistress...

A rare glint of wit shone in Chu Lian's eyes. Wasn't there a saying about how the nail that sticks out gets hammered down? She didn't want to draw unwanted attention! In any case, as He Changdi's wife, she could use him as a shield for anything. It would be a waste if she didn't use such a conveniently placed scapegoat.

As for her, she just had to live happily as a lazy layabout. She wasn't the original Chu Lian, so what revenge was there to take?

"Go out and ask around the camp. What are they having for dinner now?"

Wenqing and Wenlan hadn't even recovered yet from their Chu Lian-induced daze. When they heard Third Young Madam's question, the two of them channelled He Sanlang's spirit and their expressions turned dark.

In the end, Wenqing sighed. Fine! Their Third Young Madam was clearly intent on keeping her head in the sand like an ostrich for the rest of her life. Since their mistress couldn't be bothered, what did they, as her servants, have to worry about?

Wenqing accepted her fate and headed out to carry her orders.

A short while later, Wenqing returned and reported her findings to Chu Lian in detail.

Chu Lian's mouth was agape, her face filled with shock. She swallowed hard and uttered incredulously, "Bean paste?"

Chu Lian thought back to the last time she had eaten with He Sanlang, when she had been served that weird-smelling bowl of disgusting black porridge and lost all appetite.

"Third Young Madam, should we eat with them?" When in an army camp, most visitors simply shared what the soldiers had.

With lingering fear, Chu Lian quickly shook her head and said, "I think it's better if we prepare our own!"

They could start up their own stove and use their own ingredients instead of army supplies. Her status was also different from most people, so no one would dare to gossip about her actions. Besides, He Changdi hadn't returned yet; it wasn't appropriate for her to leave without saying her goodbyes.

As expected, Great General Qian's meeting with his officers took a long time. Although the sky had darkened and the snow had also lightened up, the officers of the Right Wing Army still hadn't returned.

Chu Lian was already feeling hungry, so she chose not to wait for He Sanlang and ordered Wenqing and Wenlan to make preparations.

Wenqing carefully held a round piece of metal with trembling hands. She asked, "Third Young Madam, are you really going to use Third Young Master's chestplate?"