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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter Eleven: Patriarch, Your Mother Calls You Home for Medicine
"What is this?" The small box made Tang Zisu feel both excited and mysterious. Shu Que Wu Pan.
She carefully opened the box, revealing a silver necklace adorned with a piece of greenish-blue Malachite.
"Beautiful!" The Malachite in Tang Zisu's hand emitted a shimmering glow; her heart trembled as the stone resembled the eyes of the Beauty from Peacock Lake.
"This is our clan's sacred object, traditionally worn by the High Priestess. I intended to give it to you on your eighteenth birthday, but with disaster approaching and the end of the world imminent, wear it for protection," the patriarch said, stroking his white beard with an air of mystery.
Tang Zisu was too busy fiddling with the necklace to hear what the patriarch said. "If I could go back now, this necklace would be worth at least ten million. Then I would buy the Soy Milk Shop located just around the corner from the school's east gate. I would drink soy milk every day, one bowl after another!"
The patriarch was waiting for Tang Zisu to be shocked and ask what the end of the world meant, but after several attempts to speak, he found no one paying attention to him. He coughed a couple of times to remind Tang Zisu of his presence. Softy nudged Tang Zisu's waist, signaling her to respond.
Tang Zisu suddenly realized and looked up. "Patriarch, do you think that bowl of soy milk should be sweet or salty?"
Softy anxiously rubbed his hands together. Although High Priestess hadn’t eaten, could she please stop thinking about food all the time?
The patriarch was taken aback. "High Priestess truly is a divine being! The fact that Peacock Lotus never needs watering and only drinks soy milk is something only the patriarch knows. I give it one bowl sweet and one bowl salty every day, but recently it has only been drinking sweet and refusing salty. Wuwu."
"Could it be that it has..." Tang Zisu blinked her innocent big eyes, speaking with such reasoning.
"Poof." Softy couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. She instinctively shrank back, silently repeating to herself, "You can't see me, you can't see me."
The clan leader was almost in tears: "The High Priestess is truly extraordinary. According to the ancient sheepskin scrolls, the Peacock Lotus must bloom three times. The first time was when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sealed the Demon with blood, staining the Red Flower. The second time was eighteen years ago when the flowers bloomed like snow with the birth of the High Priestess. Could this be the third bloom? Alas! It is said that when the flowers bloom in azure, the Demon awakens, bringing chaos and destruction."
Tang Zisu looked bewildered. "Grandpa, can we talk about something scientific? 2012 is long gone!"
The clan leader thought Tang Zisu was frightened and comforted her gently: "Don't worry, High Priestess. Although you bear the great responsibility of saving the world, with the help of the Three Witch Attendants, you will surely achieve twice the result with half the effort in slaying the Demon."
Seriously? A half-baked priestess, a pig butcher, a tofu seller, and a cookmaid can slay a Demon? Clan leader, are you losing your mind?
"Clan leader, this seems a bit difficult. Why don't you go rest first and we can discuss this further?"
The clan leader was mildly agitated: "No need! This old bone of mine can still take some wear and tear. High Priestess, the sheepskin scroll says that before the flowers bloom in azure, a Divine Maiden will descend from the heavens to help us fight against evil and save the common people from peril!"
Oh my goodness, a Divine Maiden? Isn't that just a crazy woman? Clan leader, your mother is calling you home for your medicine!
"This is a serious matter. To pray for the Divine Maiden's early appearance, we will hold a ceremony for the High Priestess in three days. Therefore, for these few days, the High Priestess must bathe, burn incense, and refrain from eating and drinking."
"Clan leader, why don't we choose an auspicious day? Three days from now is not suitable for anything."
"No need! We want a day of great misfortune. High Priestess, prepare well. I'm going home to eat; I've got a leg of pork simmering!"
Seriously? Can we not talk about food right now? Old man, are you trying to kill me by not letting me eat or drink? I represent all food lovers in looking down on you!
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