The usually stern and aloof city guards stood on either side of the little boy, their faces trying to remain taut, but the occasional soft whimper from the little boy still made the muscles around their mouths twitch from time to time.
It was probably not just the common people who were puzzled; the two soldiers were even more confused—when did their commander start believing in feng shui? If he did believe, why did he bring such a tiny baby here?
Oh my goodness, this little darling keeps saying "Hello, Auntie!" and "Hello, Uncle!" "Niannian has done some calculations, and I've predicted that you'll be blessed with good fortune today; it's a good day to go out!"
She has such a sweet tongue; all the uncles and aunts who come to town to shop are charmed by her, and they take out all sorts of things from their baskets, like dates and tangerines.
The Imperial Guard Commander, standing atop the city gate looking down at this spectacle, frowned deeply—wasn't this utter nonsense?!
As for who has such great power that the Grand Commander can only watch helplessly as a little baby is left to cause trouble at the city gate?
Of course it was His Highness the Crown Prince... who sent the Duke of Zhongwu. Wasn't the Duke of Zhongwu sent out to be a scapegoat?
Emperor Chongjin only said that he would not allow matters concerning the Crown Prince and Xuandi to appear on his desk, but he did not say that he would not allow matters concerning Duke Zhongwu to appear on his desk. Therefore, Duke Zhongwu had to bear the blame for these ridiculous incidents with tears in his eyes.
Fortunately, his reputation for being a scoundrel in the capital was already well-established, so he wasn't afraid of getting itchy from having too many lice, and one or two more incidents wouldn't make a difference.
Even the Grand Commander was completely unaware that this Duke was taking the blame for someone else, and was looking at him with disapproval, as if he were looking at a naughty child. "Duke! This is the city gate of our capital! It is the gate of the imperial family, representing the face of our Xiheng Kingdom. We can't act so recklessly!"
Duke Zhongwu tried his best to keep a straight face, but inwardly he cursed: Didn't he know this was the face of the imperial city? But what good would it do to tell this old codger? If he had the guts, he could go tell those two ancestors!
Of course, the Duke of Zhongwu only dared to curse in his heart. Faced with the Grand Commander's resentful expression, he could only force himself to maintain his arrogant demeanor and said domineeringly, "I have my own reasons! Just do what I tell you to do, why are you talking so much!"
After being yelled at by the Duke of Zhongwu, the Grand Commander dared not say anything more for a moment. In the capital, the Empress's younger brother held a very special position. Among all the princes and nobles in the capital, who would dare not give him some face? Let alone a mere commander of the Imperial Guards?
Just then, a sweet, childlike voice rang out again from below. Unlike its previous sweet tone, this time the voice carried a hint of fierceness, "This little girl has done some calculations and knows that Uncle's forehead is dark today—no, I mean, his brow is dark, indicating a bloody disaster. So, he shouldn't go out!"
How could the sayings passed down from these patriarchs be wrong? It sounds obviously fake; who would believe it?
At this moment, the Grand Commander looked at Duke Zhongwu with a gaze that seemed to regard him as a fool.
Duke Zhongwu saw the Grand Commander's gaze, but he had no time to argue with him. His expression changed, and he immediately turned around and went down the city wall.
The man who was stopped was naturally unwilling. He coldly looked at the little baby in front of him, a slightly sinister sneer appearing on his thin face, and said to the soldiers guarding the city:
"Sir, please don't think we common folk don't know these things. This little kid is obviously talking nonsense. You wouldn't really stop us from passing because of this, would you?"
The soldiers guarding the city exchanged glances, their faces showing hesitation, and they couldn't help but smile bitterly—the commander-in-chief had just brought the duke over and had indeed given the order that if this young master said it was not advisable to travel, he should not be allowed to leave.
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