The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 919 Listening and Eating

Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao immediately looked over.

Meng Meijing: "A sack?"

Jiang Ziyao got up and squatted down next to the large sack.

"Don't move, just look," Meng Shisan instructed first, to prevent Jiang Ziyao from actually touching the animal carcass in the sack and getting her hands dirty.

"Oh." Jiang Ziyao withdrew her outstretched hand. Meng Shisanwan said two breaths, and she really did reach her hand into the bag to rummage through the dark stuff to see if it was charcoal.

"Sister, is that charcoal? What is it used for?" Meng Meijing didn't think it looked like silver charcoal, but her elder sister only used silver charcoal. How could there be other charcoal? It looked like ordinary black charcoal.

Jiang Ziyao said, "It looks like charcoal, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't quite look like it. No charcoal is broken into pieces like ash."

“It’s not charcoal,” Meng Shisan denied, simply stating his denial without further explanation of what it was.

Meng Meijing got up curiously and, imitating Jiang Ziyao, squatted down next to the sack. She subconsciously reached out her hand, but Jiang Ziyao grabbed it.

She said, "Sister Yao said not to move, just look."

Meng Meijing had also heard Meng Shisan's instructions, but at the last minute, she forgot about them. She obediently withdrew her hand and asked, "Sister, what exactly is this? Where did Elder Ma and Master Lan get this huge sack?"

"I met them in the suburbs. They were disobedient, so I brought them here," Meng Shisan replied.

"Disobedient?" Meng Meijing stared blankly at the dark mass in the large sack. "This..."

"...So it's a living thing?!" Jiang Ziyao jumped up as if she had just realized something.

Meng Meijing paused for a moment, then quickly stood up and backed away from the large sack.

After they were stunned and moved away, they both thought to themselves: No wonder Sister Yao didn't let us touch her!
"Hmm." Meng Shisan continued to eat his tea and pastries leisurely, not taking it seriously, and said, "So it was a butterfly and a wolf."

Upon hearing that they were butterflies and wolves, their expressions softened somewhat: "It's good that they're not human..."

They spoke in unison, then stopped simultaneously upon hearing each other's voices.

"What are you talking about? How could it be a person? I'll be scared." Meng Shisan said with fear, but his face showed a happy look as he ate and drank.

Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao exchanged a glance: they saw no sign of fear at all.

Knowing what was in the bag, the two returned to their chairs and sat down.

They had just sat back down when they saw Tongyu leading a servant in: "Miss."

Seeing that it was another servant from Steward Chu's side, Meng Shisan asked, "What's wrong?"

"Miss, the steward sent me to ask if Miss Jiang wishes to have dinner at the manor. If so, the steward will arrange for the main kitchen to prepare several more dishes immediately," the servant replied. "The steward also asked me to inquire if Miss Jiang has any dietary restrictions."

It turned out that Butler Chu was in charge of arranging dinner. Meng Shisan asked Jiang Ziyao, "What do you think?"

"I eat everything, I have no dietary restrictions." Jiang Ziyao had already told her mother before coming that she would have dinner with Meng Shisan at the Meng residence before returning home. "Is there any wine?"

The next question was directed to the servant.

The servant glanced at Meng Shisan, and seeing that his young mistress didn't say anything, he honestly replied, "There's fruit wine." "What kind of fruit wine?"

"Plum wine, peach wine."

Jiang Ziyao's eyes lit up: "I want them all!"

The servant did not respond, but quietly looked at Meng Shisan and gave instructions.

Meng Shisan nodded: "Meijing will also have dinner here tonight. I'd like two jars of each kind of fruit wine."

"Yes, sir." The servant took a few steps back before turning around and leaving Mingxiao Hall to report back to Steward Chu.

Meng Meijing rarely has the opportunity to drink fruit wine, and she was extremely excited about the two kinds at once: "My mother always says I'm still young and doesn't let me drink it on ordinary days. When it's New Year's Eve, she restricts me to a maximum of three cups. Tonight, I'm going to drink my fill!"

“Your mother is just like my mother!” Jiang Ziyao exclaimed as if she had found a kindred spirit. “I’ve already told you it’s just fruit wine, and I won’t get drunk no matter how much I drink, but my mother just won’t believe me and won’t let me drink it! You know, real wines, like Zhuyeqing, Nuerhong, and Dukang, can really make you drunk. Fine, I won’t drink them, but why won’t she even let me drink some fruit wine?”

She excitedly grabbed Meng Meijing's hand: "Isn't this really going too far?"

"That's really going too far!" Meng Meijing agreed.

Meng Shisan raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting that the two of them would become so close that they could hold hands because of four jars of fruit wine.

Huang Jing returned to the Meng residence before dinner. Knowing that there would be two more people to eat with and fruit wine to drink, she was overjoyed, as she loved lively gatherings. Even the frustration of not being able to find the old items today vanished instantly.

The steward, Chu, had the main kitchen prepare the wine and dishes. As soon as Meng Shisan gave the order, the maids filed in and quickly filled the dining table in the middle of Mingxiao Hall with plates of food and wine.

Once the water snake returned, it went back into the water tank, where Shangchun arranged for the water snake, grass carp, and silver fox to eat.

While Meng Shisan and the others were eating inside the hall, the animals were also feeding in the courtyard.

"This morning, Ma Ji and Master Lan came by and had lunch at the manor. They also brought that large sack of meat." With Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao present, Meng Shisan spoke cryptically.

At first, Huang Jing didn't know what a large burlap sack was. But when she held the bowl to the sack, squatted down, looked at it, and smelled it, she knew what it was.

She got up and returned to the table, sitting down casually as she ate, saying, "How come they're all dead? Or burned alive?"

She didn't even utter a single word about demons.

Meng Shisan picked up a piece of steamed sea bass: "It wasn't made by them. It spontaneously combusted from the inside out."

Huang Jing understood instantly and exclaimed in surprise, "Bloodfire Technique? No, with them here... it's a Bloodfire Talisman?"

“Possibly,” Meng Shisan said. “It was only because the fire was so intense that Ma Ji managed to counteract the attack with his magic in time. Otherwise, what you would see wouldn’t be chunks of ashes, but rather a whole bag of ash.”

"So, even if they originally had Bloodfire Talismans on them, how did they spontaneously combust?" Huang Jing pondered. "This means... there's a mastermind behind it all, someone who can keep track of their situation at all times, so that when they're captured, surrounded, and have no chance of escape, they can detonate the Bloodfire Talismans on them in time?"

"Maybe." Meng Shisan used those two words again.

Huang Jing asked, "Did Elder Ma and Lan Zhijin search for anything on them before they caught fire?"

"It happened so suddenly, there wasn't time." After answering Huang Jing's question, Meng Shisan thought the steamed sea bass was quite good. When she reached for another bite with her chopsticks, she noticed that Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao were both speechless. They had been listening to her talk with Huang Jing and hadn't touched their chopsticks. "You guys eat."

Upon hearing this, Huang Jing glanced at Meng Meijing and Jiang Ziyao, saying, "Yes, eat, eat while you listen."