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Chapter 4321: 5.0073 Finding Joy in Hardship

Duan Yue's steps paused slightly. He glanced sideways at Rong Qing, who stood beside him. "Who said I missed her?"

Young Master Rong looked up, giving his Majesty a faint side-eye, and honestly said, "Your Majesty said so yourself."

"Nonsense, why don't I remember saying anything like missing her?"

Young Master Rong pondered for half a second, then still very honestly replied, "Although you didn't say it aloud, your expression, demeanor, gaze, consciousness, and even your every breath were telling your humble servant that you wanted to go to Wangchuan..."

You really want to see the little girl.

Duan Yue moved past him, silently striding away.

He really didn't want to talk to someone who would retort to his monarch like that; it was annoying.

Rong Qing followed expressionlessly. "When Wangchuan sent people to discuss, you were willing to send troops and form a team, and even voluntarily provided so many resources. Wasn't that your intention from the start?"

He wants to go to Wangchuan, he wants to go to Wangchuan, he wants to see Qiaoqiao...

He misses her terribly...

Qiaomu scrambled up from the floor, feeling the soft hay beneath her, then remembered that after drinking her congee last night, she had gone into the cargo hold to rest.

She had originally intended to sleep in the Peach Blossom Star Realm, but as soon as her divine sense recovered, her connection to the star domain seemed intermittent.

To avoid any unexpected complications, she had simply made a makeshift bed on the floor and rested.

She hadn't expected to sleep until the sun was high in the sky.

Pushing open the cabin door, she saw the scorching sun outside; it was already high noon.

Sleeping in the cargo hold felt stuffy. There were no windows on either side, and the air didn't circulate, leaving a rather "moving" smell after a night.

Coupled with the fact that it wasn't as soft and comfortable as the cabin beds of the past few days, Qiaomu only felt a sore back and waist upon waking.

Stretching out a small fist and vigorously pounding her lower back, Qiaomu looked up and saw Long Xiangyun, with a cold little face, swaying past her.

"What are you doing?" The little poker face snapped at her.

Long Xiangyun turned back and glared at her. "Why are you yelling? Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

It was baffling. Everyone on the ship had at least Spiritual Realm cultivation, except perhaps for Qinghongse, who had sneaked onto the ship and whose cultivation was slightly lower, but she had at least broken through to the Spiritual Realm.

Yet now, everyone acted like mortals, as if they had been poisoned by the little poker face, and had to participate in three meals a day with her...

"Time to eat, time to eat!" Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable passed by her with a smiling face, carrying a plate of stir-fried pork with green peppers.

Qiaomu looked up and saw that they had somehow moved a dozen tables and combined them into a long table.

It was laden with abundant food: fruits, vegetables, pastries—truly everything imaginable.

The little poker face's eyes lit up. She ran to a water bucket to wash her small hands, then zipped over to Mo Lian, glancing at her smiling husband.

Taking the bowl and chopsticks he handed her, Qiaomu pointed at the table with a curious expression. "Where did you get so many tables?"

And all these complete pots, bowls, ladles, and basins—surely they weren't all pulled out of everyone's inner realms and pooled together, were they?

It turned out that everyone thought the same way, like Qiaoqiao; when traveling, you always had to bring some pots, bowls, tables, chairs, and benches, just in case.

Qiaoqiao brought everything, what she could and couldn't bring; she took it all when she went out.

"Ask Mi Yan," Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable chuckled softly, pointing at the tables, chairs, and dishes. "These, and those, were all provided by Holy Son Mi Yan."

"Why?" Adult Qiaoqiao asked with a mouthful of meat, her eyes wide with curiosity.