Falling in Love Online with an Ancient General

Chapter 112

The house was covered in dust. The coffee table, dining table, and floor were all dirty, and even the bedroom was in desperate need of cleaning.

After thoroughly cleaning the entire house, three hours had passed, and both of them were exhausted.

Feng Qingyi returned to her room and collapsed on the bed, intending to rest for a moment.

Just then, Qin Yuchuan sent her a message.

[Yuchuan: Are you home?]

[Qingyi: Yes, I just finished cleaning. I'm exhausted.]

[Yuchuan: What would you like for lunch?]

[Qingyi: No need, my brother has already ordered takeout.]

[Yuchuan: Don't always eat takeout. I'll have the kitchen prepare some food for you.]

[Qingyi: It wouldn't be good if my brother found out. Besides, I always feel like I'm eating alone.]

[Yuchuan: Then I'll have a portion prepared for your brother as well.]

[Qingyi: Is this a case of loving the house and its crow?]

[Yuchuan: No, this is me winning people over.]

[Qingyi: I don't think you need to. My mom already likes you just from seeing your photo.]

[Yuchuan: What you cherish, I'm willing to put effort into.]

He often heard her talk about her brother, though not always in a positive light.

Most of the time, she would complain or list his unreasonable behaviors.

But he could sense the care behind her words, even when she was joking.

She rarely spoke about her parents to him, but she often mentioned her brother, which said enough.

He had met her brother that day. Though somewhat childish, he wasn't unqualified as a brother. It was just that his way of showing care wasn't easily understood by most people.

As promised, Qin Yuchuan sent over the meal. Feng Qingyi checked that Feng Qingci wasn't in the living room before bringing the food to the dining table.

"Feng Qingci, dinner's ready!"

Emerging from his room, Feng Qingci checked the status of his takeout order, which was still being delivered.

"My takeout is still 5000 meters away. What dinner are you talking about?"

Feng Qingyi pointed to the dining room. "Qin Yuchuan just had food delivered!"

"What? You even gave him our home address? Don't you have any sense of safety?"

Feng Qingyi shrugged, "Eat it or not, it's up to you. I'm hungry, so I'm going to eat."

Feng Qingci looked at the plates and cutlery on the table. "Which takeout place sends food with plates and bowls?"

"If you pay enough, they'd probably deliver it in a bucket," Feng Qingyi replied.

In the end, Feng Qingci sat down to eat. The dishes on the table were too tempting, and the aroma was enticing even from a distance.

After Feng Qingci finished a bowl of rice, his takeout arrived.

However, comparing his takeout to the food on the table, he lost all interest in eating his order. The difference was too significant.

"Where did he order this food from?"

Feng Qingyi shook her head, "I don't know either."

"Alright, will he keep sending you food in the future?" Feng Qingci asked.

Feng Qingyi gave him a meaningful look.

"He only sent food today because I told him I was too tired from cleaning to cook. Are you hoping to freeload every day?"

"I was just asking."

The days spent at home during the holiday were peaceful.

Feng Qingyi finally had time to fully immerse herself in learning various skills.

She had completed the beginner's course in playing the zither and had signed up for the intermediate course.

She planned to master her current skills before starting to learn new ones.

Learning too much at once would lead to inefficiency, so there was no need to rush.

...

At the General's Mansion, in the Falling Flower Courtyard.

Qin Yuchuan was practicing sword techniques in the courtyard, while Yan Chi and Yan Yang watched from a distance.

"Why hasn't the General gone to see Miss Qingyi recently, or brought her here to visit?" Yan Yang asked, remembering the gift he had prepared for Feng Qingyi but hadn't had the chance to give her.

He had wanted to give it to her earlier, but during her first visit, he couldn't find the opportunity. The last time, after they had dealt with Shangguan Yi, she had already left by the time they returned.

"Do you think everyone has as much free time as you do?" Yan Chi replied sharply.

Yan Yang wasn't bothered by Yan Chi's tone. "There have been rumors all over Shengjing about Miss Qingyi and the General. Do you think they're close to getting married?"

Yan Chi showed some interest in this topic. "Even if the General has such intentions, it depends on Miss Qingyi's wishes."

"Besides, with the current unstable situation, the General probably wouldn't marry at this time."

Yan Yang said, "I think Miss Qingyi has feelings for the General too. I wonder if she'll move here, or if the General will move there, or if they'll split their time between both places."

"What's the point of us worrying about all this?" Yan Chi suddenly asked.

Yan Yang replied, "I guess there isn't much point."

"Then let's get back to our duties." With that, Yan Chi left gracefully.

Yan Yang glanced in Qin Yuchuan's direction before leaving as well.

After finishing his sword practice, Qin Yuchuan stood in the courtyard for a long time.

Once a person obtains what they desire, they tend to become increasingly greedy.

At first, he only wanted her to accept his feelings, but since meeting her, he wanted more.

He wanted to be by her side, to marry her, to spend his life with her.

If she weren't at home now, making it inconvenient for him to visit, he would have gone to see her directly.

The Winter Banquet was in three days. Originally, he didn't like such gatherings, but now he looked forward to it because he could see her.

However, thinking of Murong Yan made him worried.

As a member of the palace, Murong Yan's sudden request to meet him was likely ill-intentioned.

He would face whatever came his way. If she meant harm to Qingyi, he wouldn't let her off easily.

Because she had agreed to attend the Winter Banquet, Feng Qingyi received background information for her identity from Qin Yuchuan two days before the event.

Feng Qingyi was stunned by the identity Qin Yuchuan had arranged for her.

She almost believed it was a real person, with a detailed life history from childhood to present, including yearly activities.

Compared to the identity she had hastily made up for Qin Yuchuan, this was on a completely different level. Ancient people were truly meticulous.

To avoid making mistakes, Feng Qingyi spent half a day memorizing the details. Only after ensuring she wouldn't have any issues did she finally relax a bit.

She suddenly felt a twinge of regret. In hindsight, she should have refused and not gotten caught up in all this excitement.

Now that things had become so serious, she felt a bit anxious. If she messed up when the time came, it wouldn't be a trivial matter.

After all, this was a feudal society where one could easily lose their head. She might even end up implicating Qin Yuchuan.

In the end, it was only after Qin Yuchuan repeatedly assured her that with him around, there wouldn't be any problems, that she finally set her mind at ease.