"Your Majesty, Prince Kang said he bought some novelties on the street and would like to show them to you."
Emperor Feng Zhao frowned. He used to think that his third son was quite composed, but since Han'er returned, his behavior had become increasingly unruly. "I am tired. Let him rest early. It is getting late. He should not wander around."
Was this a warning to Prince Kang? Li De glanced cautiously at Emperor Feng Zhao, and seeing that his expression remained unchanged, he dared not delay, "Yes!"
Upon reaching the outside of the room, he saw Prince Kang waiting with many unusual items he had never seen before in the capital. "Eunuch Li, has the Emperor summoned you?" he asked, and before Li De could reply, he tried to walk inside.
"Your Highness, please wait. His Majesty has been working hard these past few days and is preparing to rest. Your Highness should return early." With that, he reached out to stop Feng Jingchi.
Feng Jingchi frowned as he looked at Li De, clearly somewhat angry. This old eunuch, relying on his decades of service to the Emperor, dared to disrespect him. Once he ascended the throne, he would certainly not let him off the hook.
"Hehe, then let Father Emperor rest well. I will see Father Emperor again tomorrow."
The old man Li De was shrewd enough to see Feng Jingchi's contempt. Now that he had a better grasp of His Majesty's thoughts, he was no longer so afraid of Feng Jingchi.
“Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered that you not wander around, as this is, after all, the fiefdom of Prince Duan.”
Feng Jingchi looked at Li De with a dangerous glint in his eyes, then looked away, his anger finally bursting out. "I will obey my father's command." With that, he flicked his sleeve and stormed off.
The convoy continued its journey early the next morning.
The closer you get to the inn, the more things change; by the time you reach Xianyuan Town, it becomes even more lively.
"Your Majesty, we'll be entering Cangshan soon. Why don't we pack up in town around noon?"
With permission granted, Feng Jinghan immediately arranged for the best inn.
"Welcome everyone. There are private rooms upstairs."
Following the waiter into the private room, Emperor Feng Zhao was immediately stunned by the surrounding scenery. "As expected of a private room, the arrangement here is quite interesting," Emperor Feng Zhao said, looking at the huge screen and the constantly rotating table.
The waiter puffed out his chest proudly. He loved introducing these uncultured "country bumpkins" to them. "Hey, what's this? Did you miss the restaurants in Huaixi City? Their decor is much better. Of course, compared to Xianyuan Inn, our restaurants are nothing."
At this point, the waiter's voice rose a little more, "Guests are planning to go to the Fairy Tale Inn, right? Then you definitely shouldn't miss the inn's themed rooms and themed restaurant. Just change to the theme you want, and you'll be completely immersed in it—it's magical!"
Seeing that the waiter wanted to continue, Feng Jinghan gave him a wink, and the waiter, though not satisfied, wisely withdrew.
"Does Han'er know what the waiter is talking about?"
Feng Jinghan poured Emperor Feng Zhao a cup of tea with practiced ease. "The waiter is right. My room also has a theme. Sometimes when I wake up in my room, I feel as if I am in the starry sky."
"Oh? Then I'll definitely have to experience it properly."
When the dishes were served, Emperor Fengzhao had no expectations for the taste, but to his surprise, after taking a bite, he found them to be exceptionally delicious, not much different from those prepared by the imperial chefs.
Just as he was about to ask the chef, seeing that Feng Jinghan looked normal, he swallowed his question. Oh well, it goes without saying that he must have received guidance from some immortal being; he'd already made a fool of himself along the way.
Emperor Feng Zhao suddenly realized that his life as an emperor was not as good as that of Feng Jinghan.
Recalling the sights he had witnessed along the way, Feng Jingchi could barely contain his jealousy towards Feng Jinghan. If only this fiefdom were his!
As they were eating, they heard a commotion outside. Emperor Feng Zhao frowned. "What's going on?"
The accompanying guards quickly figured out the truth: "Sir, it's a conflict between two cousins."
Having finished eating, Emperor Feng Zhao stood up. "Let's go take a look." Emperor Feng Zhao was clearly interested in the life of ordinary people, and in a good mood as they were about to arrive at the inn, he was naturally in the mood for leisure.
Song Anping stopped Song Ankang. Seeing that although his clothes were simple, they had no patches and he was living a much better life than before, Song Anping felt extremely sad.
“Cousin, it’s been so hard for me to find you. What’s wrong? Did your second uncle move out of the old house and become successful? Is it so difficult to even see him now? Grandpa and Grandma miss you terribly. You must go back and visit when you have time. They’re preparing to build a house, so don’t forget to help out.”
The implication was that Song Dahe's family was unfilial. In this era where filial piety is paramount, if his cousin's family were to be branded as unfilial, he could forget about having a bright future.
So what if we enter the Immortal Inn?
"Eldest brother, my father goes back to see grandpa and grandma every few days, how can that be considered a long time? Our second branch of the family was separated and we don't even have an acre of land. If it weren't for my father's achievements in the ice sculpture competition, I probably wouldn't even have had the opportunity to study."
My father works at an inn now, and not only does he frequently have to take time off to visit my grandparents, but he also has to give them one or two taels of silver each month. Our family is really strapped for cash. We've already done our best to support my education, and we simply can't afford to build a house for my uncle.
Song Ankang explained his family's predicament in one sentence, which also illustrated several points. First, when we divided the family property, we didn't have a single acre of land. In this era, not giving us land is clearly pushing us into a fire pit.
Secondly, my father had saved up money from the ice sculpture competition, and even though he wasn't well-received, he hadn't forgotten his roots. Most importantly, and thirdly, my father worked at the inn, so his character was absolutely guaranteed.
Everyone knows that immortals won't allow people with bad character to come to the inn; no bad person can escape the eyes of an immortal.
That's a bit unfair to An Ge. The inn currently has at least several hundred employees, and it's impossible for her to investigate the background of each one so thoroughly. However, once a contract is signed with the inn, she can see the basic information and morality scores of the employees, which is one of the criteria An Ge uses to recruit people.
Over time, those with malicious intentions were eliminated, and the legend of the immortal's wisdom in recognizing people became increasingly exaggerated.
Before Song Anping could say anything more, a chubby little boy standing next to Song Ankang put his hands on his hips and said in a childish voice, "You bad person! You clearly owe gambling debts and want to ask Uncle Song for money. Don't use those high-sounding words to talk to Brother Kang."
As soon as the chubby boy, also known as Ginseng Boy, finished speaking, the onlookers sighed. They were already somewhat dissatisfied with Song Anping after hearing Song Ankang's words, and after hearing Ginseng Boy's words, their dissatisfaction reached its peak.
Influenced by the inn, they deeply abhorred gambling. The entire town of Xianyuan had neither brothels nor gambling dens, and upon hearing that someone was causing trouble for a ten-year-old child over gambling, they angrily pointed and whispered at Song Anping.
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