"Master Qiao, Miss Xiaobei, Mrs Huo,would like to invite everyone to the hall. She has something to say."
In the hall, not only were members of the Tong family present, but even several hunting families working in the area were invited. Actually, Madam Huo was quite straightforward and easygoing, perhaps due to her background in a military household. Talking about daily life, she made everyone feel at ease. Recalling the days when they lived and hunted together a few years ago, the pressure brought by Miss Huo's status seemed to have dissipated, and everyone felt like they were dealing with the same old Mrs. Tong they had known.
"Madam Tong, thanks to your kindness, we've been causing trouble here for some time. Because Miss Xiaobei kindly shared her new product list with us and taught us how to work together, the game she organized to be sold through Fuhai Pavilion has given us a direction. Our lives have brightened up.
With your return, Miss Xiaobei now has an even stronger backbone. At such a young age, she has been helping Brother DinShan bear the heavy burden for these years. Now, she can finally relax a bit." Old Lin, the head of the hunting families, expressed gratitude and fondness for Xiangbei.
As the discussion heated up, each person eagerly shared their thoughts on the new things and changes brought by Xiaobei.
With Madam Huo hinting at her matchmaking efforts for Xiaobei, nobody in the room cared about the mood of the main character they were discussing. They were all too busy expressing their happiness.
Feeling awkward, Xiaobei exchanged a glance with Qiao Er and quietly retreated to observe the familiar yet unfamiliar estate. This place held all the memories of Little girl Miss Tong's life, and it also represented a sense of belonging she had built in this world. She didn't know how to change her mother's determined matchmaking, and she was uncertain about her feelings for Cheng Mo.
Did she truly choose Cheng Mo, and did she have the courage to marry the young prince? At fourteen, she should still be a high school student, right? Most women in ancient times married around the age of sixteen, and she didn't want to be seen as an exception.
Ah, this month has been immersed in the passion of creating a new world, almost forgetting oneself. Miss Huo's strong return felt like bamboo thorns piercing into Xiaobei's dream balloon, making a "puff" sound, deflating the expanding spirit.
Cheng Mo, the Prince, and the affairs of the royal family must also weigh heavily on him. Royal marriages are not decisions he can make alone, and she has no interest in getting involved in palace intrigues. Sharing a toothbrush with a man? Absolutely not! Her current enthusiasm probably stems from the wisdom that shocked her, originating from a thousand years in the future. At fourteen, where does the allure to the opposite sex come from? It's more like that of a business partner. In this light, Qiao Er might be a better match.
At twenty-seven or twenty-eight, he and the present-day version of herself are around the same age. A small family, a small business – they could join hands and face challenges together, experiencing storms and witnessing rainbows. This seems to be the most rational idea, but there's a faint pang in the heart, as if something important is being relinquished.
Her wandering thoughts were interrupted by a group of people carrying things to and from the massive stones of the estate. Xiaobei casually stopped one of them carrying a table and asked, "What are you all busy with?"
"Miss Huo arranged for us to set up a guard camp near the estate gate. We are currently moving our belongings from the woodshop."
"Oh, good," a sudden idea flashed through Xiaobei's mind and she caught it. "By the way, could you bring two people to carry some tables, chairs, and two beds downstairs for me?"
"Yes, Miss." The one pulled over was the captain of the cavalry guard, who they had seen earlier when they returned. He immediately signaled to the team carrying tables and chairs to follow him.
Xiaobei led them to her small building, where she had them place the furniture. After making sure they all turned the corner, she glanced around and swiftly stowed everything into her spatial storage, disappearing from the spot.
There were two sets of beds and tables and chairs in total—one set was placed in the bedroom on the third floor of Fuhai Tower, and the other set was moved into the bamboo house by the lake.
Since Miss Huo, mother of little girl Miss Tong returned, she and Tong Jingjing were inseparable, with the two of them and little brother SiNan forming what looked like a genuine family of three.
Taking advantage of the busyness and distraction around the estate, she decided to add some furnishings to the empty rooms in her spatial storage.