Chapter 5, Study

Old Huang cast a deep glance at his young master, who had been mad for three years, and respectfully nodded in agreement

Zhao Xian shook his head helplessly, found an empty bowl, picked up some vegetables, and personally handed it to Old Huang. Then he let out a long sigh with deep emotion.

If you truly cannot recall my name, calling me "Young Master" will suffice

As a modern individual with a reasonable understanding of history, Zhao Xian deeply comprehended one thing: in a feudal society, one should never offend the emperor. Once the emperor does not wish for you to do something, you should not even think about it.

Go to hell, you worthless meat; all I know is that I am hungry

Unless you wish to rebel

I ... ... ! ! ''

Having traversed through time and space, one must ultimately come to understand one's own identity

Although you have been ill for the past three years, you have not neglected any of the proper courtesies. I have prepared all the meals that I am capable of making for you, three times a day.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Xian patted Lao Huang on the shoulder and said softly: "Lao Huang, from now on, do not call me any titles like 'Little Prince' anymore, just call me by my name."

Old Huang said with a苦脸: "Your Highness, I was just about to mention this to you. The meat you brought back is of inferior quality. You are of noble birth, and while it is acceptable to consume grains, you must absolutely avoid eating such low-quality meat!"

In ancient times, due to the underdevelopment of printing and other reasons, books were indeed extremely valuable items

Zhao Xian was infuriated to the point of near death by this old man, asking at such a time, what does it matter whether the meat is cheap or not

After the two had finished their meal, Old Huang cleaned the bowls and chopsticks, and the two stepped into the study of the Wang residence. Upon entering, they found the shelves in the study completely bare, with only a few scattered books left on the desk beside them.

Fortunately, during his university days, Zhao Xian rented a place outside and often cooked for himself. After some busy work, Zhao Xian finally managed to stir-fry a few dishes that were quite tasty. At this time, the rice that Lao Huang had steamed was already cooked, and Zhao Xian happily served himself a large bowl of rice, moved a small stool, and began to eat voraciously in the kitchen

Ah, the feeling of having a meal is truly wonderful

Old Huang, with a weary expression, sighed and said: "Young Prince, the rice you brought back has already been put in the pot and will be ready to eat shortly."

If it weren't for you, Lao Huang, I would have died long ago in these three years. I have repaid all the kindness owed, and now it is just the two of us relying on each other for survival. Where is there any talk of household servants or not?

Zhao Xian rolled his eyes, then pulled over a low stool from the side, and irritably scolded, "Come over and sit, let's eat together"

Old Huang's face was awkward: "I have been sold by the old servant. Back in the day, the old prince hid many rare and valuable books, which are quite precious..."

Fortunately, although the Duke of Su has fallen into decline, the essentials such as rice, oil, and salt are still available. At this moment, Zhao Xian, feeling extremely hungry, washed his hands and prepared to start cooking. Just after he finished washing his hands, he heard the sound of Old Huang, akin to that of a pig being slaughtered, coming from nearby

Old Huang's head shook like a rattle drum, merely huddled at the door, afraid to move.

Zhao Xian's expression was grim as he waved his hand, signaling Lao Huang to leave. He sat alone in the empty study, placing a few scattered books from the desk in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he began to open the first book, "A Study of the Zhao Clan."

He was about to lose his temper when suddenly his expression darkened. He reached out and grabbed Lao Huang by the chest, his face clouded with anger, and asked, "You say pork is cheap meat, then what have I been eating for the past three years?"

Get lost

Old Huang looked at Zhao Xian, who suddenly erupted in anger, and said tremulously: "Young Prince, although you have been mad for the past three years, this old servant has not lost his composure in the slightest. Our Duke of Su Wangfu is indeed a first-rank prince, and as the saying goes, vassals feast on beef, so of course you are eating beef."

At this moment, Zhao Xian was crazily wanting to curse. In ancient times, cattle were the main labor force for farming, and beef was so expensive that modern people could hardly imagine it! No wonder it is said that with the wealth of a prince, raising a useless person for three years could deplete the family fortune. In a situation where there is only expenditure and no income, this detestable old servant still insists on discussing the etiquette of a prince. It is no wonder that the residence of the Prince of Su has now become a mere shell of its former self.

Zhao Xian gathered the few books on the table, glanced at the empty study, and cast a sidelong glance at the old Huang beside him: "The books here?"

Old Huang, I have been in the Wang residence for over ten years, and I still did not know that the young prince could cook

Zhao Xian's tone was complex as he chuckled lightly and said, "Now that we can't even fill our stomachs, who cares about titles or nobility."

Zhao Xian took a few bites of his meal and, raising his eyes, saw his old yellow dog standing at the kitchen door, looking at him eagerly. He huffed in annoyance and said, "Serve yourself, why should I serve you rice?"

Old Huang nodded and let out a sigh, serving himself a large bowl of rice. However, he did not dare to eat with Zhao Xian, nor did he touch the vegetables. Instead, he squatted at the door with his bowl of rice, gazing at Zhao Xian and chuckling foolishly.

Originally, Old Huang was bowing his head to eat, but upon hearing these words, his expression changed. He raised his head and said: "What do you mean by that, Young Prince? You are the only bloodline of Old Prince Wang and will surely inherit the title of Duke Su in the future"

It can only be said that the values of each era are different, and such matters cannot be entirely blamed on Lao Huang

The books on this desk, all concerning the Zhao family, remain here perhaps because Old Huang dares not sell them or others do not dare to buy them

Otherwise, it may invite disaster

Where's the meat? I brought back a full five to six pounds of pork, hurry up and stir-fry it for me, I want to eat meat

After finishing this sentence, Zhao Xian felt a darkness before his eyes and collapsed onto the ground. On this day, not only was his mind in turmoil, but his physical strength was also exhausted. Carrying the rice sack, it was already a remarkable feat for him to struggle back to the Su Wangfu.

He glared fiercely at Old Huang, angrily got out of bed, walked into the kitchen of the Wang residence, and began to cook for himself

When Zhao Xian slowly awakened, he found himself lying in the room, and then he saw the ugly face of Old Huang swaying back and forth in front of him

Old Huang took the bowl of vegetables handed over by Zhao Xian, and could not help but shed tears, choked with emotion as he said: "What are you saying, young prince? If it weren't for the old prince taking me in back then, I would have long since perished. I am merely a family servant of the Duke of Su, what does it matter to endure some scolding..."

Remember my words, from now on address me as Young Master

Since the moment Zhao Xian guessed at the gate of the government office that the Emperor of Qi Guo might not want him to inherit the throne, he no longer dared to act as if he were solitary and unique, but instead referred to himself as "I" at every turn

The first thing Zhao Xian woke up to was feeling the money pouch tucked into his waist. After confirming that the pouch was still there, he let out a sigh of relief and asked irritably, "Of course I'm fine. I asked you to cook, did you do it?"

Old Huang, in this vast royal residence, it is only you and me left. When I just lost my temper at you, it was merely venting my frustrations, and I did not mean to blame you

Zhao Xian stepped forward to pick up a book, and he saw that the cover read "A Study of the Zhao Clan." He picked up another book, which was a thick volume titled "The Genealogy of the Zhao Clan of Qiguo," followed by "The Ancestral Teachings of the Royal Family," and so on, all of which were books concerning the royal family of Qiguo

Young Prince, a gentleman keeps his distance from the kitchen! Please put it down, let me handle it!

"Young Prince, are you alright?"