Chapter 11: General, Get In My Bowl

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Supposing the day came when she left the general’s estate, was granted her freedom, and went to find a new husband, would she be able to find one as handsome, as high-ranking as this one? One who gave her the same sense of security?

Su Biluo mulled it over, the contract signed on their wedding night quietly nullifying in her heart.

However—

Until Mo Zichen accepted her, she certainly couldn’t just take out that contract and rip it up.

As for what she should do, she’d just have to stir up what needed stirring up. Teehee, General, just wait until you end up in my bowl.

Su Biluo was still cursing him silently when her body went weightless and she was thrown down.

“Aiya—” she groaned over and over. “That really hurt. Mo Zichen, why are you always knocking me down? My little body can’t take it. I need medical expenses, and a salary, and a nutritional allowance. You have to give it to me.”

She picked herself up and brushed herself off, and the first thing she asked for when she was up was money.

Since she had resolved to be the general’s wife, to live as a Mo and die as a Mo, then she certainly wasn’t going to work for free.

In the future, the government’s coffers would be full, the national treasury plentiful, but her private hoard must also rise with the tide.

“Heh, you really are the young lady of a merchant family. You reek of money—”

Mo Zichen looked down on her with profound disdain, but his burning fury only produced a sweet, charming smile.

“Yah, only now your Mo Family Army loves the stench of money. For the sake of such vulgar things you’ve chosen to ruin a happy marriage.” She rolled her eyes and bit her lip and decided to go for broke to sound him out. “Why don’t we… Why don’t we make our union a happy one and live to a ripe old age in conjugal bliss, and let everyone see that Grand General Mo doesn’t bow before the stench of money. What do you say?”

“Nope.” Mo Zichen’s lips curled in a sneer. “You’re just this general’s money-making tool. It was you who drew up the contract, and since it’s been signed we ought to follow it. This general has already said that only the one this general loves can live to a ripe old age in conjugal bliss with him.”

With that, he strode out into the night and went on ahead.

Su Biluo curled her lips, feeling uneasy: I know it has to be the one you love, but can’t that person be me?

Some bird flew past her, startling her into jumping back a few steps.

Her heart was pounding. She scanned the dark forest all around her and then rushed to catch up. “Wait for me, General, wait for me—”

Mo Zichen obviously heard her, but he intentionally quickened his pace, keeping his distance the whole way.

Su Biluo was panting by the time they reached the capital, barely able to catch her breath.

Then she realized Mo Zichen, with his unsurpassed lightness skill, was playing with her, so she stopped right there and squatted to take a breather like a bratty kid who refused to walk.

“I can’t run anymore, I can’t catch my breath. My legs are gonna fall off—” She raised her voice on purpose. “Whoever wants to kill me or harm me, well come on over. What’s the point of living when I’m just someone’s money-making tool. Come on, come kill me, knock yourself out—”

She was sitting in the middle of the street under the canopy of stars. She had been working all day. She closed her eyes and rested, gambling that Mo Zichen would not abandon her, his money-making tool.

Sure enough, she heard the sound of footsteps stop.

She was laughing up her sleeve when she suddenly heard the rumble of a horse carriage behind her, followed by a woman’s sharp, flustered voice. “Move, get out of the way—”

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