I assembled the strongest swordsman group.

"If you cook more often, you'll eventually be able to cook delicious meals."

"Anyway, we're already husband and wife, and we still have decades to go."

"There's plenty of time, let's take it slow."

Upon hearing this, Tensho-in was taken aback at first, then suddenly froze, his face turning bright red.

Normally, it was only Tianzhangyuan who teased Qingdeng; he rarely had a chance to "retaliate."

Seeing that Tenshōin was shy, he naturally wouldn't let this rare opportunity pass. While looking at her with amusement, he changed to a teasing tone:

"What's wrong? Your Highness... Yu Yi, are you shy?"

"Aren't we just playing house? If so, the more involved we are, the more fun it will be, right?"

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Chapter 999 Tenshōin in White Kimono [5000 words]

"We still have decades ahead of us." "There's plenty of time, let's take it slow."... Such words truly sound like those of a newlywed couple still immersed in their "blissful period."

Faced with Qingdeng's teasing, Tenshōin's face turned even redder—wait, is she really the kind of person who blushes so easily?—Qingdeng belatedly realized this.

People like A-Wu who blush easily are ultimately a minority.

In his memory, Tenshōin was not the kind of person who was easily shy or blushed.

Strangely, he frequently saw the other person blushing with embarrassment today.

At this moment, Tensho-in finally snapped out of his daze and reacted, interrupting Seidon's thoughts.

She lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyes, glared at Qingdeng fiercely from below, looking like she was throwing a tantrum.

With a red face and glaring at him like that... Qing Deng had no idea what others thought, but he didn't find such a glare scary at all; on the contrary, he found it rather cute.

"That's natural!"

She spoke in a suppressed, flustered voice.

“'Playing house' is only fun if you act realistically.”

"It's just that your words came so suddenly that I was a little startled—that's all."

After her clumsy explanation, she hurriedly looked away and picked up her chopsticks in front of her as if to give a perfunctory answer.

"Come on, let's eat! I'm starting!"

If Qingdeng wanted to, he could go further and tease Tianzhangyuan, relentlessly pursuing her.

However, he did not do so.

He smiled slightly, and then whispered, "I'm starting."

The two quietly picked up their bowls and chopsticks and began to enjoy their lunch together.

The crisp sound of chopsticks lightly touching the bowls and plates dominated the entire room.

Just like its appearance, the food didn't taste very good.

Sticky rice, greasy fried tofu, bland stew... While not exactly inedible, it's the kind of restaurant you'd never eat at again after just one visit.

However, Qingdeng ate with great relish.

The quality of this meal was naturally far inferior to his usual meals.

Even when he was a "side servant and imperial attendant," Qing Deng's daily diet was already among the best in the world.

Beef, mutton, and other top-quality ingredients that ordinary families can't afford are "regulars" on Qingdeng's dining table.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have thought the meal was delicious.

After a moment's thought, Qing Deng quickly came up with an answer.

When was the last time I enjoyed a meal in peace and comfort?

Even with his photographic memory, he had no recollection of it.

In his memory, he had been in a state of high tension for the past few months, working day and night.

As soon as one battle ended, they rushed to the next... crossing most of Japan, from Choshu to Kanto.

Even after expelling the Faki coalition and the "One Bridge Faction," temporarily ending the war, he still had no free time.

First, preparations were made for the "Mito Campaign," and then the formal expedition was launched to eliminate the Mito and wipe out the Kanto region.

Even the moments of leisure are squeezed out during the "transition period" between "pre-war mobilization" and "the start of war".

The extremely busy lifestyle and the turbulent world situation... Over time, Qingdeng's mind and spirit became numb.

Now, he has temporarily left the magnificent Edo Castle and come to an ordinary house that can be seen everywhere.

I was in a simple hall.

Eating home-cooked meals.

Beside him was Prince Tenshōin, who was temporarily playing the role of his wife.

All of these things gave him an indescribable sense of peace.

Upon realizing this, his facial features unconsciously relaxed, the corners of his lips slightly turned up, and a faint smile appeared.

This feels so good...

The tense nerves throughout my body gradually relaxed.

This fulfilling and slightly warm feeling gradually seeped into Qingdeng's heart.

At this moment, Qingdeng just wanted time to slow down.

Slower...slower...

May this peace last forever...

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The food that Tenshōin gave to Seidō was far too much.

It took him quite a bit of effort to finally finish all the food on the table, leaving not a single crumb.

After finishing the meal, Tenshōin diligently cleaned up the mess.

She picked up the empty bowls and plates and carried them to the kitchen.

Since he had nothing better to do, Qingdeng decided to step forward and help.

Moreover, he couldn't bear to see Tianzhangyuan running around doing all this while he remained indifferent.

In fact, he had wanted to help as soon as Tenshōin was engrossed in cooking.

However, because Tenshōin's desire to "personally take the spoon" was so strong, he was afraid that his good intentions would hurt his self-esteem, so he stayed obediently in the hall and did not step into the kitchen.

At that moment, when he stood up to help Tianzhangyuan clear the dishes, he was met with a stern refusal.

"It's just moving a few bowls and chopsticks, no need to help."

She said this with a firm attitude.

Left with no other choice, Qingdeng could only sit still, drinking tea while watching Tenshoin's figure.

Although it is unclear whether this was unintentional on her part or if she was instructed by someone, it must be admitted that the appearance she created did indeed have the demeanor of an "ordinary military family wife".

The detail of "not wearing socks" is particularly relatable and relatable.

In the Edo period, housewives who had to do housework—whether from samurai families or commoners—did not wear socks.

Qingdeng rarely had the chance to see Tenshōin's bare feet—because she always wore socks.

Tenshōin's feet were full, with clearly defined joints at the ankles, high arches, and fair and rosy skin. They were truly a pair of exquisite works of art rarely seen in the world.

Her bare feet stomped quickly on the clean wooden corridor, making an alluring "tap-tap" sound.

Perhaps because he practiced martial arts regularly, Tenshōin's movements were very agile.

In just a few moments, she had cleaned up both dining tables.

She didn't seem to intend to wash the dishes.

After piling all the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, she leisurely returned to Qingdeng.

She glanced at the sky outside the window and smiled.

"My lord, the weather is lovely today, shall we go for a walk together?"

There was no reason to refuse—Qingdeng nodded slightly in agreement.

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Qingdeng's preparations for going out were very simple.

Simply put on your two swords, your straw hat, and your straw sandals—that's all.

In comparison, Tenshōin had much longer preparation time.

Qingdeng stood on the earthen ground, waiting quietly.

About five minutes later, an apologetic voice came through:

"Sorry to keep you waiting. This dress doesn't fit quite right..."

"It's okay, not too long has passed."

Qingdeng looked in the direction of the sound as he spoke.

However, Tenshōin was seen wearing an additional thick, dark blue haori on top of his original clothes, a scarf around his neck, a straw hat with tassels sewn on it, and thick white socks on his feet.

[Note: The tassels are the silk tassels sewn along the edge of a conical hat, usually made of transparent gauze. Women of samurai families often wore such hats when going out.]