When Wang Bingyao and Yuan Zhouhan arrived at the palace gate, their sons, Wang An and Yuan Zhisheng, were standing in front of a crowd of onlookers in the capital, craning their necks to look into the palace.

He saw his father come out.

Both of them used all their strength to run towards their father.

"Father, what happened in the palace?" Yuan Zhisheng asked politely, not forgetting that this was in public and not being impolite.

Wang An, with a thoroughly gossipy look on his face, grinned and approached Wang Bingyao, asking excitedly, "Father, the palace is bustling this early in the morning! I heard that sound behind me, it sounds like my sworn brother's voice. Did he and my godfather go into the palace to fight? Who did they fight? And who did those thunderbolts, as thick as buckets, strike? How many palaces collapsed? Did they crush anyone? Who did they crush?"

He had voiced the thoughts of everyone around him.

Everyone strained their ears and stared intently at Wang Bingyao.

I could feel the burning gazes of countless onlookers.

Wang Bingyao: "..."

They wished they could poke a hole through Wang An's face with their eyes!

He's such a meticulous person,

How could I have given birth to such a gossipy son!

"Dad, Dad, say something! Even just a few words will do!" Wang An's wallet had gotten fatter lately, and he'd become bolder. Even though he knew his father's face was terribly sour, he still kept asking. If it were before, he would have run away long ago and wouldn't have dared to come any closer.

Wang Bingyao gritted his teeth and said in a low, hateful voice, "Shut up and go home!"

Front.

Yuan Zhouhan and Yuan Zhisheng had already boarded the carriage and were waiting for them with the curtains drawn.

Upon hearing Wang Bingyao send Wang An away, Yuan Zhouhan laughed and said, "Lord Wang, let your son go with us. With him mediating, it will be easier for us to talk things out."

"Uncle Yuan has a discerning eye. I'm not bragging, but with the rouge and perfume from my shop paving the way, there really isn't a door in the capital that I, Wang An, can't open," Wang An said with a smile, patting his chest to assure Yuan Zhouhan. Finally, he asked, "But Uncle Yuan, where are you and my father planning to go?"

"Get in the carriage!" Wang Bingyao, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed Wang An, who was still babbling and making a fool of himself by the carriage, and pulled him into the carriage.

The two carriages departed amidst the disappointed gazes of the surrounding onlookers.

The onlookers then turned their attention to the other courtiers who were leaving or had not yet left the palace, hoping to get the latest gossip from inside the palace.

When Wang Bingyao and Yuan Zhouhan brought Wang An and Yuan Zhisheng to Hui Nuan Pavilion, Wu Ying was also enthusiastically telling everyone about his personal experiences in the palace.

Wang An immediately rushed over, grabbed a small stool from a servant in blue, and prepared to listen to the whole thing.

Wu Ying noticed that outsiders had entered. He turned around and saw Wang Bingyao and Yuan Zhouhan. He immediately fell silent, bowed respectfully to the two of them, and withdrew.

"Hey, Wuying, I just got here, why did you stop talking? Keep going!" Wang An said anxiously.

He had been waiting outside the palace all morning, all for this melon!

Now, he finally gets to see the fresh, hot food.

Wuying, however, planned to take the "cut melon" back and cover it up, so he wouldn't get to eat it.

Isn't this bullying?!

Wang An was a frequent visitor to the Wang residence, often coming over every few days, and often drinking with Wu Ying, Wu Hen, and Wu Shang.

Wu Ying was also acquainted with Wang An and knew his love for gossip, so he smiled and said, "Young Master Wang, if you want to hear it, I'll tell you slowly later."