The people of Nanyou are also human beings. They don’t have three heads and six arms. What’s so good about them?
The Seventh Prince had no interest in the Nanyou delegation. No, to be more precise, he had no interest in any palace banquet.
She has appeared in public more frequently in the past few months to take care of her younger brother who has just returned and has not yet adapted to palace life.
Now my younger brother seems to have adapted well to the life in the palace. It is time for him to retire. He will claim to be sick at the next palace banquet.
The Seventh Prince swept his eyes over the faces of everyone in the Nanyou delegation, storing the unfamiliar faces in his memory, and pursed his lips in boredom.
Suddenly, he felt a lot colder around him. When the Seventh Prince turned around, he saw Yan Cheng with a rare cold face.
If anyone noticed the two of them at this moment, they would find that the twins were much more similar at this moment than before.
Unfortunately, most people's attention is on the Nanyou delegation.
The Seventh Prince was shocked by Yan Cheng's bone-chilling coldness at this moment. He followed Yan Cheng's gaze and found that it finally landed on the face of the man who led the Nanyou delegation.
Judging from his posture, clothing style, that person seems to be King Nan Youchen.
Cheng'er knows him?
In just a short while, the Nanyou delegation walked to the front and saluted the Emperor of Daxia.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Seventh Prince called Yan Cheng, whispered to him, and asked him what was wrong.
"Heh!" Yan Cheng snorted coldly, the coldness in his eyes almost freezing people, "Brother, don't worry about me, I just suddenly remembered something bad."
It was only then that the Seventh Prince discovered that the wine glass on Yan Cheng's table had spilled at some point, and he was about to call a palace maid to clean the table.
Yan Cheng saw his intention from the way he looked around, but did not stop him. Instead, he whispered that he wanted to go out and change into clean clothes.
After saying this, without waiting for the Seventh Prince to say anything, he stood up and walked away. The Seventh Prince could only look at his back and blink repeatedly.
——Although he doesn’t care much about palace rules, isn’t it inappropriate to leave at this time?
It is indeed inappropriate. It is not a question of whether it is proper or not, but it is quite eye-catching.
Everyone's eyes are focused on one position. Suddenly, someone stands taller and comes into view. Most people can't help but look at that person.
Tang Xilu watched Yan Cheng walk further and further away. As if realizing what had just happened, he pretended to be confused and asked, "Who is that? Why did he leave so suddenly? Could it be that he doesn't welcome us to Daxia?"
Fortunately, the Seventh Prince was not really a bad boy. As soon as Yan Cheng stood up, he called a young eunuch and whispered a few words to him. The young eunuch then hurried to Li Guangde and said a few words.
Because Yan Cheng had given Li Guangde gifts in private, Li Guangde had some good feelings towards him, and he relayed the eunuch's words to Emperor Jingxi without any delay.
"That's my eighth son. He was young and it was his first time drinking. He accidentally knocked over the wine glass and wet his robe. He went to change his clothes. Prince Chen, please take a seat quickly and don't worry about the child."
Even if Emperor Jingxi was really dissatisfied with Yan Cheng's attitude of turning around and leaving, he would not say anything bad about his son in front of foreigners.
Moreover, Emperor Jingxi really felt that the reason Li Guangde relayed to him was quite appropriate. If the clothes were wet, he should change them. He couldn't walk around in front of others in wet clothes in an indecent manner.
Tang Xilu said nothing more, and filled the empty seats with a large group of people behind him.
Yan Cheng used the excuse of changing clothes to not wander around. He asked the eunuchs waiting outside the palace banquet to go back to the North Second Office to get his clothes, while he walked towards the side hall with a sullen face.
Jian Ying followed him quickly without daring to say a word.
The pillars of the corridor retreated one by one, and the palace maids passing by saluted, but Yan Cheng was in no mood to watch. He was feeling regretful.
He shouldn't have been soft-hearted and didn't kill the "third in command" who was originally a scholar but was kidnapped by bandits and taken to the mountains.
So what if the “Third in Command” was really a scholar in the past?
As the "third in command" in the mountain stronghold, he was a bandit, not a scholar.
Entering the empty room in the side hall, Yan Cheng sent Jian Ying to wait outside and stood alone in the chilly room in silence.
The "third in command" arrived with the Nanyou delegation. His identity was self-evident, he was Tang Xilu, the King of Nanyou Chen.
Thinking of that provocative look, Yan Cheng held his forehead and gritted his teeth. King Chen of Nanyou ran to the mountain stronghold of Daxia to become a bandit. What kind of thing is this?
The most infuriating thing is that I clearly had the opportunity to make Tang Xilu no longer exist in this world, but I let this opportunity go.
Did he take the wrong medicine?
When faced with a bandit, he kept his promise and did not kill them. Instead, he let them live until they were rescued.
At that time, he didn't know the identity of the "Third in Command". Even if he killed the "Third in Command" there, Nan You could not attack him openly.
After all, it was the people of Nanyou who first entered the territory of Daxia under an assumed name without permission.
After hearing footsteps outside the house, Jian Ying knocked on the door. Yan Cheng took out a clean robe, took a deep breath, and slowly untied his belt.
What happened three years ago was not too long ago for him, and his memory was still clear. What was he thinking at that time?
It's quite pitiful that a young man from a poor family went through untold hardships to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar, but was kidnapped by bandits and forced to work in the mountains, losing his previous achievements.
Well, now that I think about it, he still had some potential to be a saint at that time.
The first members of the Yan family he met after traveling through time were good people. After staying in the Yan family for a long time, he really thought of himself as a good person and his heart softened a lot.
Now I think there must have been a scholar who was captured and brought up the mountain. The scholar might be alive or dead, but he was not the "Third in Command".
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