Ghostly Masked Prince Xiao: Pampering and Spoiling the Little Adorable Consort

(185) In Dreamland, Believe in One's Lies

Rain continued to fall down non-stop, the black clouds pressed down heavily on the city, indicating that today's rain wouldn't stop that quickly.

Looking outside, besides a curtain of rain, nothing else could be seen.

If she didn't know the time of the day, she would still think it was very late at night.

And inside the shabby inn hung a few broken lanterns. When the wind blew over, the light of the lantern flickered unsteadily. If she wasn't in the middle of this, she would have thought this was a scene from a ghost movie.

There were no other guests in this entire inn besides them. Fortunately, they had a lot of people, otherwise it would be very cold and cheerless.

Chu Qing-Yan gave a light sigh, she felt that doing nothing seemed to be very boring.

And the Retired Emperor's mouth never stopped from eating pastries with gusto and full of contentment.

Chu Qing-Yan truely didn't understand, the Retired Emperor that was accustomed to seeing all the fine food under the sun, how could he have such passion for her pastries?

Xiao Xu who was sipping tea on the side, looked at the pouring rain outside, the expression in his eyes still remaining indifferent, as if this huge rainstorm that arrived didn't affect him at all.

Suddenly his sleeves were tugged at, he turned his head around and looked at the person by his side. He used his expression to ask.

"Big Block of Ice, has the Retired Emperor always liked to eat desserts?" She was still puzzled about this question even after much pondering.

Xiao Xu heard this, lifted his eyes to look at Emperor grandpa who was eating with extreme joy, and an expression of having difficulty saying things welled up from his eyes. "Grandpa doesn't like deserts, only grandmother liked to eat them. She also liked to make them herself, after grandmother died, grandpa started to try to eat desserts."

"So it was like this." Chu Qing-Yan nodded.

And at this time, Xiao Xu added a sentence in a faint voice. "The pastries you made has similar flavor to the ones grandmother made."

Chu Qing-Yan stared, she bit her lips and looked at the Retired Emperor who held pastries in one hand while the other held a teacup, sipping tea. That expression was full of satisfaction as if enjoying the best thing in the world. But those were merely the most common pastries and nothing more.

Several successive Western Xuan Emperors had all passed on the emperor's position to their successor just before death. Only the last regent abdicated his position to the crown prince who is the current Western Xuan emperor while still healthy and middle aged.

She recalled the rumor in the capital, the previous emperor's empress passed away from a serious illness, the Retired Emperor who immersed himself wholeheartedly in the nation's affairs was heartbroken from grief. After he finished arranging his beloved empress's funeral, in less than a month he passed on the emperor's position to the current Western Xuan emperor, travelling all over the world because of being broken hearted.

Only realized through the strong intoxication of wine, knowing its depth only after having loved.

And only when you lose it do you realize its value.

Chu Qing-Yan's eyes turned slightly red, this was why the Retired Emperor would travel far from the place that broke his heart, to roam the world and consider it home.

Thus he would like her pastries because it had empress grandma's shadow to follow along with them. He used every kind of tricks to get these pastries into his own hands.