On the other side, Yanyang Kingdom.
"Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!"
Ling Guojiu was so angry that his face turned red and he pointed at Murong Yan who was kneeling on the ground and shouted: "You are the future emperor, the ruler of a country, do you want to be ridiculed by the world?"
The Emperor was more amiable and rebuked, "Yan'er! You're still hungover, aren't you? Do you know what nonsense you're talking about? Why don't you get out of here and sober up before you come back and talk!"
Murong Yan was driven out and was confined to his house for a month. He was also punished to kneel outside the palace for half an hour.
In the hall, His Majesty the Emperor and Uncle Ling both had stern faces and stared at each other without saying a word. The atmosphere was extremely stiff and cold.
"What do you think about this, uncle?" Finally, it was the emperor who spoke to break the awkward atmosphere.
Uncle Ling pursed his lips tightly and spoke after a moment, "Yan'er's temperament is like his mother's. He's used to being free and unrestrained. If we restrict him, he will rebel against us. We should take it step by step."
"Hmph." The emperor snorted lightly and said unhappily, "I think he follows you."
"Your Majesty, are you dissatisfied with me?" Uncle Ling narrowed his eyes and said bluntly, "Then dismiss me from my post and return to my hometown to farm."
The emperor's tone was gentle, yet full of threats: "You, my uncle, dare to bring up farming again? If you dare to cause any diplomatic incidents under the pretext of returning to your hometown to farm, I will dig up your ancestral graves."
"Brother-in-law." Ling Guojiu's tone softened, and he complained dissatisfiedly: "I have to manage the national treasury and the crown prince at the same time. It's very tiring. I can't do it anymore. This time I really want to go back to my hometown to farm."
The emperor pinched the Jingming acupoint on the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath, and complained like everyone else, "I'm so unlucky that I married your sister as my queen. Not only did you abandon me at such a young age, but you also left me, your unjust brother, to be with you."
"Your Majesty, if you want to punish me, then punish me. Why blame my sister?"
"Then don't mention the matter of dismissal again, and don't let me break the promise I made to the queen." The emperor's voice was gentle, and his tone was especially gentle when he mentioned the queen.
Uncle Ling looked depressed, and seemed very dissatisfied with the emperor's disapproval of his dismissal from office.
The emperor was silent for a long while before he spoke: "How about the uncle go and discuss this matter with Lord Shen?"
Uncle Ling exclaimed in surprise and said in disbelief, "Your Majesty, have you agreed? This, this is ridiculous!"
"The Queen's last wish was for Yan'er to be happy. As long as Yan'er is happy about this, that's all that matters."
"Your Majesty, you are too indulgent to the Crown Prince. How can you allow this perverted trend to flourish?"
He lowered his head in thought, and said with a strange look, "Your third son is also fond of this way - your family, there won't be any distorted and bad things passed down!"
"Hey, stop using my brother as an excuse! He gave me the throne, so can't he do what he likes?"
Uncle Ling was in a state of confusion, covering his face and shaking his head, refusing: "I dare not mention this to Lord Shen, for I am afraid he will beat me out."
"If Lord Shen really doesn't agree, then there's nothing we can do." The emperor looked as if this was over and the bad guy could just let Lord Shen do it.
"Anyway, as a father, I have done my best."
Ling Guojiu was quite dissatisfied with the emperor's behavior of shifting the blame to Lord Shen. He said in a serious tone, "Now we need to solve the problem of the prince's marriage and heir, not to ask Your Majesty to keep his promise to my sister."
"Then go find a solution quickly, uncle."
Uncle Ling: “…”
Murong Yan knelt for half an hour and was supported by a young eunuch in blue clothes and returned to the East Palace.
He was under house arrest for another month, but for him, house arrest meant not having to attend the morning court, which was something he had been longing for.
Just as he slipped out of the secret passage to look for Ye Wanqing, he saw a dark shadow flash and land behind him, reporting: "Your Highness, the Third Prince brought a woman to see Jiang Yu today. They chatted in the teahouse for more than an hour."
"Oh?" Murong Yan was slightly surprised and asked, "What kind of woman is she?"
"He was wearing a white cloak, his face couldn't be seen, and he looked mysterious."
Murong Yan thought carefully for a moment and said, "Keep watching."
The shadow responded and quickly disappeared into the hall.
"It seems that my third brother has dug a hole in my head." He muttered to himself, and immediately asked the eunuch to prepare a set of casual clothes. After changing into them, he rushed to the marquis' mansion.
Marquis' Mansion
Ling Mo and Mu Yunjin started fighting again, and the open space in the courtyard of the Marquis' Mansion was covered with leaves and knife marks.
The little cousin was clearly at a disadvantage. He was pinned to the ground by Mu Yunjin, breathing heavily. One of his two bat blades was knocked away. He only had one blade to defend himself, gritting his teeth and saying, "You old eagle always sneaks up on me. If you have the guts, why don't you have a fair fight?"
"Okay, so what if we win, so what if we lose?" Mu Yunjin pressed his shoulder with one hand and used the Thousand Blade Ruler to block his dagger with the other hand, pushing him to the ground.
"Hmph, if I win you have to call me grandpa."
"Okay, so I win?"
Ling Mo hesitated for a moment, probably because he hadn't thought it through yet, and snorted softly, "It's up to you!"
"Then admit that you are inferior to others in skills and accept me as your master."
"Hmph, grandson, come and take grandpa's move!" Ling Mo kicked Mu Yunjin away, stood up with a backflip, quickly lowered his head to pick up the dagger that fell on the ground, and then quickly stepped forward, with the knife pointing directly at his chest and neck.
Mu Yunjin quickly stepped back, creating some distance between him and Ling Mo. The Thousand Blade Ruler in his hand instantly extended, its jagged blades emerging from it. He leaped into the air, his moves both domineering and swift. The ruler, with its sheer flexibility, swam like a nimble snake, and struck Ling Mo in front of him.
Ling Mo quickly dodged to the side, and the bat knife in his hand was accurately stuck in the gap between the ruler and the body, as if he had flexibly controlled the seven inches of a snake, controlling the infinitely changing weapon.
Mu Yunjin pulled out the Thousand Blade Ruler, and the thousand blades within it suddenly retracted, transforming the Thousand Blades into a smooth ruler-shaped weapon. He struck Ling Mo's unprotected chest with all his might.
Ling Mo's expression changed, and he leaned back to avoid the tip of his ruler. The black cloth covering his eyes suddenly broke and slid down from his face.
Ling Mo seemed a little uncomfortable with the sudden brightness and subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.
The Thousand Blade Ruler swept towards his calf fiercely. He was unable to dodge and stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
Mu Yunjin took advantage of the situation and stepped forward to take the bat knife from his hand, then embraced his leaning body.
Ling Mo looked up in panic and opened his clear blue eyes without any dust.
"Your eyes..." Mu Yunjin was stunned. He had never seen such beautiful eyes. They were like a pool of sea water under a clear sky, blue and crystal clear.
Ling Mo just let him hold him up in a daze, and was at a loss for a moment.
"Can you see?" Mu Yunjin stretched out his hand and waved tentatively in front of his eyes. He had always thought that Ling Mo was blind because of the black cloth covering his eyes, but he didn't expect that these eyes could focus and were afraid of light. They were undoubtedly normal eyes.
Ling Mo finally reacted, and in panic he broke free from his hand. He picked up the black cloth on the ground and covered his eyes with it, saying, "It doesn't count this time."
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