The Great Tang's King of Provisions

Chapter 28: Cheng Huai Mo, Who’s Always Daydreaming

Li Xuanba rode “Chasing Wind Ten Thousand Li Cloud” toward the Plum Blossom Inn, followed by Cheng Huai Mo and the rest of his soldiers. Almost every one of them was covered in blood, and the palpable killing intent they exuded sent chickens flying and dogs scattering wherever they passed, as the common folk scrambled to get out of their way. Yet, though frightened, every one of them wore an excited expression, gazing with reverence at the impassive Li Xuanba. They didn’t care who became emperor; they just wanted to live in peace. Now that His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei—a man capable of holding off a million soldiers single-handedly—had reappeared, even if the Tang Dynasty faced military turmoil, His Royal Highness would surely step in to restore order. With His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei safeguarding the Tang Dynasty, their days of prosperity would surely follow. Li Xuanba was unaware of—and paid no heed to—what these commoners were thinking. After accepting the items handed to him by Cheng Huai’mo, he flipped through them. Upon seeing their contents, he let out a cold chuckle. Just as he’d expected—these people really do always stir up trouble! After putting the items away, Li Xuanba turned his head to look at Cheng Huai’mo, who sat on the right side of the horse and was equally bearded. Thinking of Cheng Huai’mo’s father—that old demon Cheng Yaojin—he asked with a faint smile, “Is your old demon of a father still in good health? Does he still eat a dou of rice per meal?” “Ahem… In reply to Your Highness the Prince of Wei, my father is still in good health, though his appetite isn’t as big as yours—he eats half a dou per meal.” Hearing Li Xuanba refer to his father as an “old devil,” Cheng Huai Mo cleared his throat awkwardly twice but dared not refuse to answer. “You really shouldn’t call me ‘His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei.’ When we’re alone, just call me ‘Third Uncle!’ After all, my second older brother and your father were sworn brothers! You can address my second older brother formally, but there’s no need to be so formal with me.” Li Xuanba still didn’t want others to call him “His Highness the Prince of Wei,” because “Prince of Wei” was the posthumous title he would receive—and he was, after all, very much alive. As for “Third Uncle,” that wasn’t him putting on airs. His actual age should be 28 now; it was just that, due to the cryogenic freezing, his biological age had been frozen at 16. “Um… Th-Third Uncle,” Cheng Huai Mo stole a couple of glances at Li Xuanba. Noticing the trace of childishness that hadn’t quite faded from his face, he gave a wry smile and stammered out the words. He really didn’t want to call him “Third Uncle”—not because His Highness the Prince of Wei was a bit too young; since His Highness was of the same generation as his own father, calling him “Uncle” was acceptable. The main issue was this: His Royal Highness the Prince of Wei was a member of the imperial family. Calling him “Third Uncle” would be considered overstepping his bounds. But seeing the completely unconcerned expression on Li Xuanba’s face, he decided not to make a fuss about it. For everything, there’s the “Dad” app—crack anti-piracy, fast updates, and member-synced bookshelves. Please follow the We Chat official account appxsyd (hold for three seconds to copy) to download the free reader!!