Chapter 228 First Taste of Mango
Chapter 228 First Taste of Mango
"Second sister, save some for me."
Xu Zijun was so anxious that she quickly grabbed a golden mango and took a bite, her face contorting in shock.
"So astringent"
"Young Master Xu, this is a mango. You have to peel it before you eat it."
Xue Ruanruan chuckled, took the mango from Xu Zijun's hand, carefully peeled it with a knife, and then handed it back to him.
"Now you can eat it, but be careful as there might be a pit inside."
"Sister Xue is amazing! She even knows how to eat this. It's so sweet, fragrant and delicious."
Xu Zijun's eyes sparkled. He had never eaten such delicious fruit before. Everything from Xue Li's house was delicious. He was so envious.
"Is it really that delicious? I'll try one too."
Princess Qingyue's beautiful eyes flashed with intense interest. She took a mango from the fruit plate and peeled it, just like Xue Ruanruan. However, she couldn't wait to peel it all off before taking a bite.
The sweet taste stimulated her taste buds, and her beautiful eyes widened as she stared in disbelief at the golden flesh. "Delicious!"
"Princess, there's no need to rush. When we get back, we'll prepare a portion for the princess and her husband to try as well."
Madam Xue smiled kindly, never imagining that one day she would be able to establish a connection with the Princess's residence.
Princess Qiling, as the only princess of the Chu-Qin Kingdom, was greatly favored by the emperor.
Although he never interfered in court affairs, he held a very high position in the Chu-Qin state. As a member of the royal family, which court official dared to offend him?
"Then thank you very much, Madam."
Princess Qingyue's eyes lit up; she hadn't expected such an unexpected surprise.
She also wanted her father and mother to try it, but since they were guests, she couldn't ask for anything and would be laughed at.
Madam Xue was indeed very perceptive; this truly pleased her.
"It's alright. The manor will be holding a welcome banquet for Ruan Ruan the day after tomorrow. If the princess doesn't mind, she is welcome to attend."
"And such a good thing?!"
Princess Qingyue was overjoyed to be able to enjoy another feast, but then realized her tone was inappropriate and quickly coughed a few times, pretending to be frail. "Ahem, what I mean is, this is truly a joyous occasion. Welcome back, Miss Xue."
"The General's Mansion hasn't had such a joyous occasion in a long time, so we've decided to hold a grand celebration this time and invite all our relatives and friends to come. If the Princess is free, please feel free to come."
Normally, the Zhenguo General's Mansion and the Princess's Mansion had little interaction, so Princess Lingjun did not include the Princess's Mansion in the list of guests she intended to invite.
Madam Xue's move was undoubtedly an olive branch extended to the Princess's residence; whether the Princess accepted it or not was beyond their control.
"Thank you, Madam. Qingyue will definitely come."
It's rare to have so many delicious and palatable dishes; she'd be a fool not to come.
As for the relationship between the two families, she didn't think too much about it. The General Who Protects the Nation was a great hero she admired. He guarded the border for the country and stayed in such a harsh and cold place all year round, which was not something ordinary people could endure.
Although they had little contact with their household, my father often mentioned General Xue. Whenever he talked about General Xue's great achievements, my father's face would always show envy and admiration.
Princess Qingyue knew that because of her mother's status, her father could not hold an important position in the court and could only hold a sinecure as an editor in the Hanlin Academy.
This is probably why the father and mother had a strained relationship.
When my father was young, he must have wanted to be like the Great General who guards the country, galloping across the battlefield, wielding swords and horses, and commanding the world. But all his ambitions were shattered by an imperial edict.
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