After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Chapter 1088 - 1079: Wastefulness

After entrusting Su Jin to look after Qin Hanhan, Chu Shun set off with Prince NanAn and the others towards Beimo Capital.Throughout the journey, they pondered how to help Zhao Xu propose to Princess Jing Mountain.

As a brother-in-law who hadn’t yet married his wife, he managed to offend his brother-in-law—none other than Zhao Xu—with death, something only someone as knowledgeable as Prince NanAn could possess.

And who he beat up was the distinguished Eldest Prince of Beimo, which made marrying his wife considerably more difficult.

But the harder the challenge, the better—it’s boring otherwise, so they sought something challenging to pass the time.

Originally, they were supposed to meet up with Su Chong and assist in capturing Duke Chong.

But asking for a marriage proposal for Zhao Xu was clearly more challenging than capturing Duke Chong.

Duke Chong and Prince Qi were really a motley crew; even Old Duke Chong and Old Prince had Duke Chong overwhelmed, so once Marquis Dongxiang joined with the Flying Tiger Army, Duke Chong wouldn’t stand a chance?

They were just there to watch the spectacle, without any real need for them.

It was better to go to Beimo, since they’d tired of the military camp and wanted a change of scenery.

Throughout their journey, the four of them worked out how to help Zhao Xu propose.

The journey to Beimo Capital was a road where they dug pits to bury Zhao Xu.

Every day they dug a little; Zhao Xu would never escape from the deep pits they dug for him.

The day after Prince NanAn and the others left the camp, it was the selection day for the Flying Tiger Army.

Initially, the selection should have happened two days earlier but was delayed due to Nanliang’s request for peace.

This day, the military camp was extraordinarily lively.

The number of soldiers wanting to join the Flying Tiger Army was too many, if they duel two by two, with so many soldiers, it could take half a month.

Marquis Dongxiang required soldiers who wanted to join the Flying Tiger Army to run ten li, and only those who could still hold the horse stance for a quarter-hour after would qualify to compete.

This alone barred more than half of the soldiers from entering.

Running ten kilometers in one breath already left them exhausted, and then holding the stance for a quarter-hour exhausted beyond limits felt life-threatening.

Yet every member of the eight thousand Flying Tiger Army could accomplish this, so Marquis Dongxiang’s requirements weren’t excessive at all.

Only among a hundred could the soldiers join the Flying Tiger Army?

Anyone thinking they’re capable didn’t want to miss joining the Flying Tiger Army.

Conditions were added, yet people remained plenty, so Marquis Dongxiang was forced to add another condition: at least capable of carrying a 160-pound stone over a lap.

Swoosh.

Another batch of soldiers got eliminated.

Only about three thousand remained, running laps, practicing horse stances, carrying stones.

After running ten li, one or two hundred were eliminated.

After the horse stance, seven to eight hundred were eliminated.

Finally, carrying stones saw five to six hundred more eliminated.

Only half of the three thousand soldiers remained.

Nine hundred needed to replenish the Flying Tiger Army, leaving the rest as backups.

The competition was brutal, but this was only the beginning of brutality.

Fourteen hundred people trained simultaneously, finalizing who joined the Flying Tiger Army and who would be backup.

The next day, Marquis Dongxiang had Uncle Lin lead half of the Flying Tiger Army along with these fourteen hundred people to support Old Duke Chong.

Marquis Dongxiang and the Prince didn’t leave.

With them not departing, Nanliang wouldn’t dare to be careless nor withdraw the other half of Nanliang’s soldiers to annihilate Zhao Xu.

This too aided Zhao Xu.

On this day, the weather was clear and fine.

With nothing to do, Su Jin had Xingxing wash all the children’s clothes she’d made, letting them dry.

Small bellybands hung in two full rows outside the tent, becoming a beautiful scenery line.

Xingxing washed them outside the tent, with soldiers helping to fetch water.

Xingxing washed with exceptional care, even Su Jin felt apprehensive watching.

The Maid’s strength wasn’t ordinary, rubbing and squeezing hard as the silk wasn’t highly durable, fearing Xingxing might inadvertently tear the carefully embroidered bellybands.

While washing, a gust of wind blew by, sand getting in their eyes.

Xingxing didn’t mind; after so long at the border, she was accustomed.

But after washing two pairs of socks and hanging them, upon finding leaves blown onto the bellybands from who knows where, Xingxing couldn’t remain indifferent.

The border’s wind and sand were so strong, who could foresee how much dust would settle on the little one’s washed clothes? They weren’t as clean as before washing.

Not just possible, but certainly wouldn’t be.

Xingxing wouldn’t allow the little one’s clothes, that she longingly awaited for so many months, to make them uncomfortable.

Xingxing returned to the tent to find a silk canopy, having soldiers help set it up, retrieving the bellybands to wash once more, hanging within the canopy.

When Su Jin returned from Qin Hanhan’s location, seeing Xingxing covering the canopy securely with stones, her lips twitched repeatedly.

No need to be this exaggerated?

The border’s wind sand is fierce, but there are newborns too.

Xingxing emerged from the canopy, gazing at Su Jin, "Miss, will these few clothes be enough for the little one?"

Such few...

It’s uncertain if they’d suffice for the little one.

"Babies grow quickly; making too many clothes is wasteful," said Su Jin.

Xingxing thought it was agreeable.

Of course, the little one should have new clothes daily.

Moreover, babies often need changing due to wetting themselves, possibly needing five to six pairs a day.

But Madam will certainly make clothes for the little one, though when they would arrive was uncertain.

Xingxing was quite eager to wash clothes for the little one, not fully satisfied yet.

After such thoughts, it wasn’t even an hour—

Xingxing wanted to cry.

The Princess Consort and Mrs. Tang discussed, arranging for two reliable midwives and wet nurses to visit the border.

Mrs. Jiang also arrived along with them at the border.

With others coming, Mrs. Tang and the Princess Consort were uneasy.

Originally, the Princess Consort intended to trouble Mrs. Wang for this task, but Mrs. Tang figured, with the Princess Consort tending to the Little Princess, Mrs. Wang couldn’t easily leave, so Mrs. Jiang was sent instead.

While Mrs. Tang and the Princess Consort sent people, the Emperor had thought about his grandson, dispatching a nanny and Imperial Physician.

These three groups arrived at the border with eight large boxes of clothes for Su Jin’s unborn child.

Su Jin, "...."

Xingxing, "...."

Wastefulness is shameful.

Eyeing the neatly folded clothes in the boxes, Xingxing asked Su Jin, "So many clothes sent over, does the Emperor not want Miss and the little one to return to the Capital?"

Mrs. Jiang couldn’t hold back, raising a hand to tap Xingxing’s head lightly.

The Emperor’s trusted eunuch was present after all.

The Emperor had long awaited Miss’s return; if those words got to the Emperor’s ears, angering him wouldn’t be wise.

The little eunuch couldn’t help but chuckle—it indeed was prepared abundantly.

But with all this, the Emperor still feared his grandson might go without clothes.

Mrs. Tang and the Princess Consort both knew they’d be preparing clothes for Su Jin and the unborn too, but having others prepare was different; they, as grandmothers and great-grandmothers, couldn’t solely rely on others’ efforts, it was their heartfelt gesture.

Preparing regardless of gender led to so many garments.

Xueling, seeing the numerous large boxes, observed Xingxing’s despaired expression, couldn’t resist teasing, "This time you have enough to wash."

Xingxing, "...."

Indeed.

Earlier, when few clothes existed, Xueling would help Xingxing with washing when necessary.

Xingxing hugged the tub, preventing Xueling from interfering.

Just those few she already felt inadequate alone.

Now—

What a face-slapping moment.

Xingxing pitifully eyed Xueling.

Xueling laughed, covering her mouth, "Alright, I’ll help you wash."