The palace servants behind him held their breath and dared not say a word.
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Xie Ling had been waiting in front of Prince Yong's mansion for two days, but she hadn't even seen the shadow of Prince Yong.
Xie Ling even knocked on the door and found that the huge Prince Yong's Mansion did not even have a single servant or slave, and it was terribly deserted.
Today is the third day. Xie Ling is sitting in the lobby of the inn bored, with her chin in her hand, flipping through the newly bought "History of Wei Zhaoguo" with boredom, planning to disguise herself and go out when it is light.
The candlelight flickered, it was still dark outside the store, and the waiter sat drowsily behind the counter.
Winter mornings are always dark.
Several figures slowly appeared on the street filled with a light mist.
The leader was an energetic elderly Confucian scholar, wearing a square scarf and cloth clothes, simple and concise.
Following behind him were two young gentlemen, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing jade crowns, one in a purple robe, the other in a white robe. They were dressed gorgeously and seemed to be from a different world from the old scholar.
As soon as the old scholar came in, he saw Xie Ling, who was leaning on her chin and reading a medical book, and called out softly, "Miss, Miss?"
Xie Ling raised her eyes from the book, "Ah? Old man, are you calling me?"
Nangong Ruizheng nodded, "Miss, is there any vacancy in this inn? There are three of us."
Xie Ling closed the book, walked to the counter skillfully, knocked heavily, and shouted loudly: "Waiter, a customer is here."
The waiter suddenly woke up, still a little confused, and rubbed his eyes, "Where are you? I'm the waiter."
Xie Ling came to the lobby before dawn these days and went out after dawn.
The waiter then went to sleep secretly without any worries, knowing that the kind-hearted girl would call him anyway.
The waiter flipped through the account book and scratched his head. "Sorry, our inn is full. I guess there won't be a vacancy until daybreak."
The old scholar nodded, "Okay, then we'll wait in the lobby."
As soon as the purple-clothed youth sat down, he started to shout, "Wei Zhao is so big, but there isn't even a vacant inn! Ha, you still call yourself the leader of the seven kingdoms? We in Dongling will let you stay!"
The young man in white patted his hands and said, "Third brother, this is Kyoto, be careful with your words."
The purple-clothed youth rolled his eyes. "Not only do I want to say it, I want to say it loudly. Which country dares to neglect its envoys like this? The yard we were taken to was converted from a pig, cattle and sheep pen! When have I, Nangong Cheng, ever lived such a miserable life?"
The young man in white wanted to persuade him again, but the old scholar spoke up.
He took a sip of tea quietly and said calmly:
"It's too negligent."
The young man in white widened his eyes, "Grandfather, you?"
Nangong Ruizheng smiled, but a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, everything will change in the future. Sooner or later, our Dongling Kingdom will avenge its previous shame."
The young man in white was a little puzzled. He didn't know what his grandfather was up to, so he quietly took out the scriptures from his bag and read them.
The old scholar also closed his eyes, his whole body looked solemn and it was unknown what he was thinking.
The lobby gradually fell into silence, with only the sound of books flipping through pages.
Nangong Cheng was playing with the wick out of boredom, picking it up here and there, leaving shadows on the table.
Nangong Yan grabbed his flailing wrist and said, "Third brother, stop messing around!"
Nangong Cheng snorted, revealing some youthful spirit.
"Then what do you want me to play? You have to ask me to come along, aren't you just jealous that Big Brother can go out and play with Nangong Haitang?"
Nangong Yan's thoughts were exposed, his face flushed slightly, and he retorted: "What? I just saw that you are not doing your job every day! Look at you, you don't look like a Nangong family member at all. No wonder you are laughed at by the Murong family every day. A man should-"
Nangong Cheng quickly covered his ears and said, "I don't want to listen."
Nangong Ruizheng saw his two grandsons quarreling again and rubbed his brows helplessly.
As for the three grandsons, the eldest grandson Nangong Yu is not to be worried about. He is smooth and shrewd, has outstanding talents, is worldly-wise but not worldly-wise, and is the best candidate to inherit the position of head of the family.
The second grandson, Nangong Yan, was extremely talented in academics and won the top three places in the imperial examinations at a young age.
But somehow, I became a nerd through studying, and all I could do all day long was talk about various things. It was really too simple and dull.
As for the third grandson...
Nangong Ruizheng looked at Nangong Cheng, who was pouting and looking playful, and his head hurt so much.
What a dandy.
As Nangong Rui was thinking, his eyes became lonely.
But how many more days will he have to watch his grandchildren laughing and playing like he does today?
Forget it, after all, I have the Nangong family to protect me. As long as I don’t do anything immoral like burning, killing, looting, etc., I can still support a little playboy.
By the way, why did you forget your granddaughter?
That's a real dandy.
There was a hint of complexity in Nangong Ruizheng's eyes.
Nangong Haitang is the only child of his most beloved youngest daughter, so he should be very close to her.
But no matter what, he couldn't get close to that granddaughter.
I always feel like there is a layer of fog.
Moreover, Nangong Haitang did not inherit her mother's gentleness and kindness, nor did she look like a member of the Nangong family.
Instead, they are aggressive and vindictive.
She has only been back for half a year, but she has already acted more arrogantly than a princess. Whenever she goes out, she is accompanied by at least a hundred servants, and anyone she dislikes will be beaten to death.
The Nangong family had secretly dealt with countless troubles for her.
But there is no other way, I can only spoil her. Otherwise, what if Nangong Haitang gets angry and runs back to Murong's house?
The Murong family was eyeing the opportunity covetously, clamoring every day to take their little daughter back.
Many times, Nangong Ruizheng was wondering if he had made a mistake.
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