The Crown Prince's Eastern Palace is a place of refined elegance and tranquility.
Well-trained palace servants carried dishes and wine, moving about inside the palace.
Yun Wuyi arrived rather late; most of the guests were already seated.
The Fifth Prince and Xiao Heng, the heir of the Prince of Qin, waved to him at the same time.
Yun Wuyi glanced at her, then walked over and sat down next to Xiao Heng.
Prince Xiao was dressed in a silver-white casual robe, with his hair tied up with a jade crown, exuding the air of a dashing and debonair noble young master.
When he saw him arrive, he held a paper fan to cover half of his face.
He chuckled in a low voice, "What? Now you're not going to avoid suspicion anymore?"
Yun Wuyi's expression was cold and aloof.
"It's tonight, what's there to avoid?"
Prince Xiao: "Tsk tsk, that one couldn't stand it for even a day."
He opened the paper fan in his hand and fanned himself twice.
Yun Wuyi glanced at him sideways, his eyes dark and calm.
"What are you trying to say? Why are you hesitating?"
Xiao Heng was taken aback, her expression strange.
"You noticed that? There's something you need to know."
He lowered his voice even further.
"Your mentor, the former Grand Tutor and Grand Secretary Meishan, has arrived."
After he finished speaking, he looked closely at the expressions of the people around him.
The people around him didn't show any expression.
His expression remained calm, and his posture remained upright.
Xiao Heng muttered under her breath, "Have you let go of the past? If not, I'll just stand by and help you out. You always look like a Buddha; no one can guess what you're thinking."
"Who looks like a Buddha?" The Fifth Prince's voice suddenly broke in.
Xiao Heng rolled her eyes at him.
"Who else could it be? It's none other than our Master Daoci. You're married now, yet you're still so old-fashioned. How does your sister-in-law put up with you?"
The Fifth Prince laughed and said, "What do you need to worry about between a married couple? Brother Qishan, come with me quickly, His Highness the Crown Prince is calling for you."
Yun Wuyi got up and left with the Fifth Prince.
Xiao Heng held a wine cup in one hand and watched them leave with a smile.
I was still a little worried.
After all, this Mr. Meishan was a very special person to Yun Wuyi.
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Inside the inner palace of the East Palace, the lights shone brightly.
The prince, dressed in a python robe, was having a pleasant conversation with an old man.
Seeing him approach, she waved with a smile.
"Yun Zheng, come here."
Yun Wuyi first greeted the Crown Prince.
Then he respectfully greeted the old man.
"My beloved teacher."
The old man from Meishan was dressed in a gray-white cloth robe, and his snow-white beard hung down to his chest.
He was around seventy years old, but his eyes still shone brightly.
He doesn't seem like a renowned scholar, but rather has a refined and otherworldly air about him.
He looked Yun Wuyi up and down, and after a moment, nodded.
"He has become much more easygoing."
The Crown Prince laughed and said, "Only you, sir, could see that Yun Zheng has a broad and generous nature."
The two exchanged words, with Yun Wuyi sitting beside them.
It was clear that the Crown Prince was very pleased to have invited Elder Meishan.
With this literary giant, whose students fill the court, presiding over the affairs of the nation, not only the Imperial Academy but also all scholars in the country must submit to him.
After chatting for a while, the dinner began.
The Crown Prince reluctantly stood up and gave instructions to Yun Wuyi.
"I will go first. I will trouble the King of Qishan to take care of Mr. Meishan on my behalf."
The prince goes first.
Meishan Old Man and Yun Wuyi lagged behind by a few steps.
The old man from Meishan's eyes flashed like lightning as they landed on Yun Wuyi.
After several years, the child has become much more mature and resolute.
In a sense, this was his most outstanding student.
He was also the student with whom he had the most complex feelings.
However, the two had different paths.
Yun Zheng was born from decay and corruption, with the blood of the former Zhou Dynasty flowing through his veins.
He is naturally opposed to him.
"Now that the new dynasty has come to this point, for the sake of the people, we should not create any more disturbances."
It must be said that this teacher understands him.
Yun Wuyi lowered his eyes.
"My teacher's teachings are correct."
Neither of them spoke.
What else is there to say?
Nine years ago, when Wei Zhao's army besieged Ganjing, Yun Wuyi was captured by Wei Zhao.
It became a tool for him to unify Ganjing and establish a new dynasty.
This is all thanks to this mentor, who plotted for years and then betrayed him in a single day.
On that day, he walked barefoot along Zhuque Street in a white monk's robe.
The flesh beneath their feet was worn raw and mangled by the gravel.
What was he thinking at that time?
He seemed to be thinking about how he lived in the White Pagoda Temple in Dongdu when he was a child.
When she first moved into the temple, she was not used to the austere environment and was always sick and crying.
Each time, it was the old man from Meishan who would visit him, carrying the emperor's decree and his mother's concern.
When he got a little older, he taught him to write.
Teach him to read.
When he wasn't reading Buddhist scriptures, he was teaching him to read history books, military books, and the Four Books and Five Classics.
If the senior monks at the White Pagoda Temple provided him with a safe haven.
Then the old man of Meishan is the one who is watching him amidst the mundane world.
Unfortunately, twelve years of companionship was nothing more than a premeditated conspiracy.
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Just as the old man from Meishan was about to step out of the inner hall.
The silent young man behind him suddenly uttered a sentence, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Your daughter looks nothing like you."
The old man from Meishan turned to look at him.
He flicked his sleeves. What kind of nonsense is this?
Daughter? Yun Zheng, the former prince and the new monk, had never seen his daughter.
His grandsons are already married.
Yun Wuyi's cold, dark eyes watched him walk away silently.
Meishan naturally had no idea that he had a younger daughter.
Twenty years ago, when the old man of Meishan was in his fifties, he fell in love with a maid during his travels and unexpectedly had a child.
Two months after he left, the maid discovered she was pregnant.
Later, the child went through several misplacements and eventually became the child of a concubine from the Changping Earl's Mansion who was sent back to the countryside.
It was also a coincidence.
Not long after the young girl returned to Ganjing, she happened to see him once.
Then rumors spread throughout the capital that the Buddhist monk Dao Ci was in love with Qi San Niangzi.
The Embroidered Robe Envoy later said that Master Daoci paid close attention to Qi San Niangzi.
But they didn't know that his attention initially stemmed from Meishan.
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The overcast skies did nothing to dampen the merriment of the banquet.
This was the first time the Crown Prince had shared joy with his subjects.
The ministers flattered the crown prince for his wisdom and understanding while waiting for the main course of the banquet to be served.
There must be a reason why people are suddenly summoned.
But the crown prince was not in a hurry.
The crown prince sat at the head of the table, thoroughly enjoying this rare atmosphere of sharing joy with the people.
The gatekeepers of the Eastern Palace, however, carefully recorded the names of all the officials present, as well as those who were absent.
Until, the banquet, in which the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, was disturbed by a sudden commotion.
This is the Eastern Palace, what could possibly disturb this place?
The noise outside was so loud it sounded almost like thunder.
Then, a human head rolled in from outside the palace gate.
With eyes wide open in anger, he shattered the harmony of the banquet.
That head was kicked in.
A man carrying a blood-dripping longsword and wearing armor soon stood at the entrance of the palace.
He gave it a cold, sweeping look.
He sneered, "Wei Fenghe, you traitorous villain—His Majesty has just passed away, and you're still leading the way in feasting and revelry here?"
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