Helan Yinsheng said: "Then I will wait for your good news."

He picked up the pen again and wrote down the words on the letter.

He didn't stop writing until the early morning. He walked to the window and felt the chill of the new morning.

I didn't feel cold at all, but it was a bit pitiful to see the raindrops dripping down the windowsill.

A gray pigeon landed by the window. He took out a peanut from somewhere, fed it into the pigeon's mouth, and tied a thin piece of letter paper under its leg.

Actually, I wrote a lot yesterday, and finally simplified it into one sentence.

His purpose today was to describe the recent situation to Lan Qiqing, the female leader of Muhan Pavilion. He wrote a lot, but they were all useless words, in short, nonsense.

Lan Qiqing is a senior whom he respects very much, and is like a mother to him.

There were only ten words written on the paper: "How is Pavilion Master Lan?" "The plan will be accomplished, don't worry."

After staying up all night, the small candle on the table had long been burned out, and the candle oil dripped onto the table, but Helan Yinsheng didn't care.

He also stayed up all night, and the red bloodshot under his eyes was visible.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

There was a knock on the door, so early in the morning, "Is that Grandma?"

An old woman was standing outside the door. She was Helan Yinsheng's former wet nurse and had lived in this palace for many years.

"It's Grandma. She made some new cakes. Would Your Highness like to try some?"

She always called him Prince, and no longer called him by his childhood nickname "A Sheng'er".

Helan Yinsheng's mother died very early, and she was raised by her wet nurse. She has a special feeling for her that goes beyond family affection.

He was hungry at the moment, "Come in, grandma."

Helan Yinsheng walked quickly to the front and asked, "What kind of cakes are you making this time?"

The old lady smiled kindly, and when she smiled, the wrinkles on her face were squeezed together. She had lost several teeth, but she still loved to laugh.

"It's your favorite chestnut flavor. Do you like it often?"

The old lady is old, her hearing is not working well and her eyesight is getting blurrier.

What she was holding was clearly water chestnut cake, but she said it was chestnut cake.

Helan Yinsheng smiled helplessly, picked up a piece of water chestnut cake and put it into his mouth, "Hmm! Delicious."

But in fact, he hated the smell of water chestnuts the most.

The old lady smiled happily. "As long as you like it, that's good. When you were little, you loved chestnut cakes the most and you pestered me to buy them for you every day. But I didn't have much money back then. I used to spend my monthly allowance just to buy snacks for you, little one."

In fact, this was not the first time she had said these words to Helan Yinsheng. She had said them many times before, but she had forgotten them all.

When people get old, they always forget some things, but they still remember some things.

"Grandma," Helan Ruizhe swallowed the water chestnut cake, "It's cold, you should go back to the house."

The old lady said, "The prince knows how to care about me, good child."

After he turned eight, Helan Yinsheng was crowned king by Helan Qin, and at the age of thirteen he lived in his own house.

For so many years, his grandmother was the only one who stayed with him.

Yu Qinglan is the younger sister, and Pavilion Master Lan is like a mother to her.

And the affection between grandma and her can be said to be integrated into the blood and is an inseparable part.

They once depended on each other, and they still do.

The sun shines on the earth, casting the first rays of sunshine of the day, warm and scorching.

The old general hadn't been to the Fulin Training Ground for a long time. He had just recovered from his illness and could no longer withstand the exertion. If he moved his bones even a little, they would ache for a day or two.

Helan Yinsheng's sedan stopped in front of the general's mansion. The guards recognized it as the Ninth Prince's sedan and ran over to pull the curtain.

Lai Fu jumped out of the carriage and lifted the curtain, not giving the guards a chance. Helan Yinsheng got out of the carriage, still wearing a black robe.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

They all knelt down to express their utmost respect to Helan Yinsheng.

Unlike before, this time when he entered the general's mansion, there was no need to inform everyone in the mansion.

He entered the general's mansion in a low-key manner and told the guards not to spread the news.

The old general was basking in the sun in the yard. The warm sunlight sprinkled on his body, like taking an orange sunbath.

He was humming a little tune. Maybe he hadn't watched a play for a long time, so he was humming some old tunes.

"General, the Ninth Prince is here."

Even though Helan Yinsheng didn't want him to know in advance, someone still went in to report it.

The old general could sense that Helan Yinsheng was coming to see him, so he didn't move and continued sunbathing. He said, "He'll be here soon."

Soon, Helan Yinsheng was followed by Lai Fu, and the two walked towards the old general.

The prediction is so accurate, because now who else can Helan Yinsheng look for when he comes to the general's mansion except him?

"What is it that the prince wants to see me about?"

The old general sat comfortably in the chair, squinting his eyes at Helan Yinsheng, with no intention of getting up.

Helan Yinsheng gave him a look, indicating that these people should go back.

There were quite a lot of people in the old general's yard. At this time, some were sweeping the yard, some were watering the flowers, and some were exterminating insects. The yard was bustling with activity.

The old general looked around and said, "Okay, you guys can go down and come back to work later."

After everyone was dismissed, Helan Yinsheng got straight to the point and said, "Old General, you won't forget what you promised me, right?"

This day and this moment finally arrived. The old general closed his eyes and sat up: "Of course I remember, so what do you want me to do now?"

Helan Yinsheng smiled, a dangerous look hidden behind his gentle expression. "That's not urgent. I just want to remind you, General, that your awakening from the coma this time was also due to my contribution."

It was he who asked Zhan Shaoang to feed the old general medicine every day for seven days until he woke up.

It was also he who had the quick mind to guess what Lu would definitely do, so he deliberately visited the general's mansion on the day the old general woke up.

That day, Mrs. Lu originally wanted to gather all the servants in the general's mansion, all her confidants, to deal with the old general directly.

Fortunately, Helan Yinsheng arrived in time and the old general was safe.

But the old general didn't see it, didn't see that Lu wanted to kill him, because Helan Yinsheng stopped him in time.

"So what else do you want?"

The old general's words didn't seem to be spoken to someone who saved his life, but rather to someone who should be wary.

Helan Yinsheng smiled and said, "Don't be so nervous, General Jin. We are partners and we are in the same boat."

"You'd better make it clear." They were not on the same boat. The old general was loyal by nature and a loyal minister. He was loyal to Hanshan in the past, and now he is loyal to Helanqin. "I will help you if you ask me to, but I will never do anything that goes against morality!"

Be decisive and leave no room for negotiation.

Helan Yinsheng put away his smile and said, "General Jin, that's not what you promised me that day."