Ying Zheng's expression was unpredictable, and his mood was quite complicated.
Ying Ye was someone he had watched grow up; he was always polite and gentle, and extremely popular in the palace.
Although he was an adopted son, he was considered one of the most attentive among his many sons, and his son relied on him very much.
Ying Zheng would never believe that such a son could be associated with rebellion.
But the little guy had never been wrong, and for a moment, Ying Zheng felt very complicated.
Seeing that Ying Zheng seemed lost in thought and his expression was not very good, Zhao Gao softly reminded him, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng then came to his senses, his gaze somewhat dazed as he looked at Zhao Gao.
Zhao Gao bowed slightly and said, "Young Master Ye is still waiting."
Ying Zheng said, "Let him in."
"Yes, sir!" Zhao Gao withdrew, and soon a young man entered the hall.
He was dressed in a black robe, his figure was as upright as a pine tree, and his eyebrows were delicate, but his skin was quite dark, perhaps because of the sun.
Beneath his prominent facial features were stubble of moderate length, revealing the marks of wind and sun.
Upon seeing Ying Zheng, Ying Ye respectfully cupped his hands and said, "Your subject greets Your Majesty!"
Seeing that familiar face, Ying Zheng's face lit up with joy, "No need for formalities!"
"Thank you, Father!" Ying Ye stood up and waited respectfully to the side.
Looking at Ying Ye, Ying Zheng felt a pang of sympathy for him, noting that his clothes were not well-dressed and were even somewhat tattered. "Life must be tough for you away from home, right? Come and take your seat. Tell me what you'd like to eat."
Ying Ye cupped his hands and said, "Your subject's trip was for learning, not for enjoyment. It is understandable that I did not have an easy time, but fortunately, it was worth the trip. I not only learned a lot, but also made many good friends. If there is an opportunity, I will introduce them to Father."
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's expression brightened slightly. "You've made friends! You must introduce them to your father!"
"As your father, I am also very curious about what kind of good friends you, a boy who has never been good with words, would make."
In my memory, Ying Ye was a rather shy child. Whenever he met a stranger, he would hide behind him and wouldn't even dare to say hello.
Ying Zheng used to worry about him, fearing that with his current appearance, it would be difficult for him to get married in the future. After all, what woman would be interested in a man who doesn't even dare to speak?
Even if he marries a wife because of his status as a prince, he's afraid his life won't be easy in the future.
But to his surprise, the boy made friends this time. As his father, Ying Zheng was naturally very pleased and felt much more at ease.
It's best not to see him; it'll infuriate Dad.
The little guy stood to the side with a gossipy expression, his eyes wide as he stared at Ying Ye.
Ying Zheng was taken aback upon hearing the voice.
Are you trying to drive me crazy?
Why?
This kid has finally made a friend, I'm overjoyed.
Even if his friends have some flaws, it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if he's poor; as long as he's sincere, making him rich is just a matter of a word.
It doesn't matter if his status is low, since he knows the princes and the emperor, so his status can't be considered low.
In short, as long as it's not a homosexual relationship and you're not flirting with him all day long, it's fine.
Seeing this, Ying Ye's expression brightened slightly. "Father, do you also want to see him?"
Ying Zheng looked at him and said, "Since he is your friend, I naturally want to meet him."
Although Ying Zheng liked Ying Ye, he had never actually met Ying Ye's friend because of his personality, and he was quite curious about him.
On the other hand, he also wanted to see what kind of friend could make the little guy so worried and angry.
Ying Ye cupped his hands and said, "If Father Emperor thinks it is appropriate, I can invite him over. I just happened to bring him back with me this time, but I don't know if this is the right occasion to see him."
Ying Zheng's expression brightened with joy. "You brought him back? Good! Quickly, let him in!"
The little guy was quite shocked to hear this.
Good grief, they've got some nerve, actually daring to bring it back!
Hearing the little guy's explanation, Ying Zheng became even more curious.
What kind of friend could make this kid so surprised?
With Ying Zheng's permission, everything proceeded quickly, and soon a young man in white robes entered the hall.
He was tall and strong, with sharp eyes; even his calm gaze gave people a sense that he should not be underestimated.
Wang Jian observed the young man's movements and clothing, and then looked at his expression, and couldn't help but mutter, "This seems to be a trained martial artist."
As a veteran, he had seen countless people, including many powerful martial arts practitioners. He could tell at a glance that this young man's movements and demeanor were those of a martial arts practitioner.
He has even practiced martial arts for an extremely long time, otherwise he wouldn't have such an imposing presence, with every move revealing the traces of martial arts.
It's impossible to achieve this level of skill unless one comes from a martial arts family or has been practicing for a very long time.
The young man in white robes entered the hall and respectfully cupped his hands, saying, "This humble one, Lu Ming, greets Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng sized up the young man, his expression amiable. "No need for formalities!"
This is Ying Ye's friend, who looks to be about the same age as Ying Ye. The two young men do have some similarities.
The little guy looked Lu Ming up and down with a rather strange expression.
[Lu Ming, it was you.]
Upon hearing this, Consort Shu's eyes flickered slightly, and she couldn't help but glance down at the little guy.
Could it be that Yu'er knows her?
Even Ying Zheng couldn't help but look at the little guy, only to see him with a gossipy expression, causing Ying Zheng to frown slightly.
This isn't as simple as just knowing each other. This kid looks like he's watching a show, he clearly knows something inside.
Ying Zheng looked at Lu Ming and said, "Since you are Yu'er's friend, then please take your seat. There's no need to be so formal."
Lu Ming cupped his hands in thanks, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Then, without any hesitation, he sat down next to Ying Ye at Ying Ye's suggestion. The two smiled at each other, appearing to have a very close relationship.
Ying Zheng looked Lu Ming up and down, quite curious, and asked, "How did you and Ye'er meet?"
He really wanted to know how Ying Ye, who was always reserved and didn't interact with people, came to know such a friend.
Lu Ming cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, that day I encountered bandits while I was out and about. It was you, sir, who saved me when I was on the verge of death. If it weren't for you, I don't know if I would have survived."
Ying Zheng was quite surprised. "Oh? That sounds like fate."
Such encounters seem to be predestined relationships that only appear in storybooks, and are quite rare in reality.
The little guy stared at the two of them, still wearing that "watching the show" expression.
[Nonsense! You were the one who approached Lu Ming!]
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's expression shifted slightly.
Did these two conspire to deceive me?
That shouldn't be the case.
[Sigh, Father Emperor might not know Lu Ming, but if I say he's a descendant of General Lu of Wei Kingdom, Father Emperor should know.]
Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was startled.
General Lu of Wei?
Weren't they all wiped out by me?
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