"Young General?"

The crowd was immediately drawn by Zhao Cheng's angry shout and turned to look at Wang Yuluan.

Wang Yuluan was also stunned. He glanced at Zhao Cheng, who quickly whispered in his ear, "Don't panic. These people are from Southern Zhou. Under the emperor's nose, this is the perfect opportunity for you to show your power."

The crowd parted, and the group walked over. The leader looked to be under thirty years old. Although he was wearing a loose shirt and shorts, the thin fabric of his clothes looked very luxurious.

He remained silent, merely sizing up Wang Yuluan. A middle-aged man beside him shouted, "What little general dares to meddle in our affairs? Do you know who we are?"

Wang Yuluan was no fool. Judging from their clothes and accents, and after Zhao Cheng's reminder, he immediately realized that they were not from Jingguo. He sneered, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands to the person next to him and said, "This is Prince He of Southern Zhou, the younger brother of our Southern Zhou Emperor!"

At this moment, at least several hundred people had gathered on the street, and everyone was stunned.

The younger brother of the Southern Zhou emperor!

Prince!

Wang Yuluan's expression faltered for a moment, but his gaze grew increasingly solemn as he said, "So what if I'm a prince of Southern Zhou? This is Great Jing!"

As he spoke, he pointed at the old worker who had been kicked to the ground and said, "You bully the elderly in my great Jing Kingdom, and you still have the nerve to complain?!"

Just as the middle-aged man was about to speak, Zhou Jinghuan raised his hand to signal him to shut up, then took a step closer to Wang Yuluan and said with a contemptuous smile, "Then may I ask this young general, what do you want?"

As the tenth brother of the Southern Zhou emperor, Zhou Jinghuan, at only twenty-eight years old, is the youngest prince in Southern Zhou, not much older than the crown prince. The emperor and empress dowager dote on him, and his nephews and nieces of similar age treat him with utmost respect. Accustomed to being revered, he would certainly want to have the person dragged out and beheaded for having his clothes soiled by a lowly commoner like today.

He only kicked him and cursed him once; that was already giving Da Jing plenty of face!

"Help this old man up."

Wang Yuluan had no idea what Zhou Jinghuan was thinking. After instructing Zhang Dalian to arrange for someone to help the old man up, he said sternly, "Swearing is wrong, but hitting someone is even more wrong. I don't care what kind of prince you are, apologize to this old man right now!"

"Apologize? Hahaha... What a huge joke!"

Zhou Jinghuan straightened his wide sleeves and said, "I am invited to this banquet by your emperor, I am an envoy of Southern Zhou, and a distinguished guest of your Great Jing! You want your guest to apologize to your...common people?"

Wang Yuluan shouted, "Emperor, subjects, and common people are all people of my Great Jing! It is unacceptable for you to bully the people of Great Jing on my land!"

"good!!"

"Well said, young general!!"

"Bullying the people of Dajing is unacceptable! Apologize! You must apologize!!"

The onlookers immediately started shouting and instinctively moved closer to Zhou Jinghuan.

Zhao Cheng secretly gave a thumbs up, thinking that with Wang Yuluan's courage, he didn't need to stir things up anymore.

Zhou Jinghuan's smile faded, and he said, "What if I don't apologize?"

Wang Yuluan said in a deep voice, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dalian raised his hand, and the dozen or so guards he brought to escort Zhou Jinghuan and his party surrounded them.

Zhou Jinghuan's group consisted of only about ten people, and none of them were carrying any weapons.

"How impetuous you are! Do you know the consequences of treating me like this?"

Zhou Jinghuan sneered, "May I ask, which household's little brat is this young general from?"

Before Wang Yuluan could speak, Zhao Cheng imitated Zhao Wu's sycophantic tone and said, "General Yan Chuan's Mansion!"

"Yan Chuan? You Yan Chuan lads are acting so arrogantly in Changsui..." Zhou Jinghuan suddenly paused halfway through his sentence, then his expression changed slightly, and he changed his words, "Yan Chuan General's Mansion? Which Yan Chuan General's Mansion??"

Zhao Cheng said leisurely, "There's only one general's mansion in Yanchuan..."

Zhou Jinghuan asked suspiciously, "You and General Wei..."

Wang Yuluan declared loudly, "General Wei, Wang Ren, is indeed my father!!"

hiss!!!

Everyone, including Zhou Jinghuan, gasped in shock.

There are only two prime ministerial residences in Jingguo, but countless general residences. However, if you were to ask which general residence is the most famous, the only one would be the Yan Chuan General Residence!

"My God! This is General Wang Ren's son!!"

"General Wei's son, no wonder he's so spirited! Like father, like son!"

"General Wang is truly remarkable!" someone exclaimed, pointing at Zhao Cheng. "Look at the young general's entourage; they are all exceptionally handsome!"

The onlookers were excited, and Wang Yuluan was also very excited.

This is the first time.

first……

To be able to proudly and confidently state one's father's name!

I am the son of Wang Ren!

I am the young general of the Yan Chuan General's Mansion!

At that moment, Wang Yuluan looked up at the sky and silently said in his heart, "Brother, can you see that? Our father... he's made it!!!"

"Hahaha, so you're General Wei's son! My apologies for not recognizing you!"

Zhou Jinghuan smiled again, his skill in switching expressions was very adept. He clasped his hands and said, "The main character of this Dajing State Banquet is your father. We have all come to congratulate General Wei. We have unexpectedly run into each other here! What are you arguing about? Isn't this like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple?"

"Who's with your own people?"

Emboldened by the people's affection and Zhou Jinghuan's show of weakness, Wang Yuluan became even more defiant and demanded, "Will you apologize or not?"

Zhou Jinghuan was somewhat embarrassed. He had just taken a step forward towards Wang Yuluan when the guards from the General's Mansion immediately moved closer to him.

He stopped and said softly, "Young General, if General Wei were here, he wouldn't have done this."

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