After the two finished discussing, Feng Jinghan completed the procedures for extending his stay and arranged a single room for himself. With the danger gone, he naturally didn't want to make himself uncomfortable, and then instructed An Yi to return to the Prince's Mansion as soon as possible.
Inside the Prince Duan's residence, Steward Wang was arranging for people to prepare items.
"Hurry up! Yulong Temple is not like Xiangguo Temple. The environment and vegetarian meals are simple. Make sure everything is prepared so that the Prince can get a good night's sleep during his stay. What's going on with the kitchen? Don't they know the Prince is going to pay respects to the late Empress?" Steward Wang angrily questioned, pointing to a pile of meat.
Wu Momo said with a mixture of regret and heartache, "Alas, Your Highness has been overthinking lately and has lost a lot of weight. I was just thinking of helping Your Highness to recover, but I made a mistake in my concern."
When Steward Wang saw the visitor, he said with a smile, "Wu Momo is so considerate of His Highness, this old servant is ashamed. However, His Highness is going to Yulong Temple to observe mourning, so he must not be able to eat such rich food. We all feel sorry for His Highness, so we can only try to be more careful with his daily expenses."
Wu Momo sighed, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "Steward Wang is very thoughtful, but I really feel sorry for the Prince. Why did the Prince suddenly decide to stay here for a while? After all, Yulong Temple is just the late Empress's memorial tablet. Didn't we usually just offer sacrifices there?"
"It's all because someone brought up the matter of establishing an empress this year," Butler Wang muttered softly, looking distressed.
Wu Momo understood, and repeatedly expressed her heartache for the prince.
After Wu Momo left, Steward Wang's eyes sharpened. Wu Momo was the prince's wet nurse and had previously received favors from the late empress; her behavior today made one wonder.
The actions of the Prince Duan's residence aroused various thoughts among their spies. They were well aware of what was going on, but since the Prince's residence said that the Prince Duan was going to stay at Yulong Temple for a while, they would not make a fuss about it.
What's fake can't become real. As long as Prince Duan doesn't show up, the news will eventually come out. They're not the ones who should be worried.
And that was indeed the case. When An Yi arrived at the Prince Duan's residence, Steward Wang was already like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around anxiously.
Upon seeing An Yi appear, he was first startled, then overjoyed: "Where is the prince? Tell me quickly, where is the prince?"
An Yi recounted everything that had happened, leaving Steward Wang speechless with astonishment.
If he didn't know that the secret guards were loyal and never joked, he would have suspected them of betraying him.
"Is Your Highness truly unharmed?"
"It's nothing!" An Yi replied patiently.
Only then did Steward Wang feel relieved. The prince was indeed blessed by the heavens, having received the protection of immortals.
"Then I must quickly inform General Xu of this good news."
Upon learning that Feng Jinghan was unharmed, Steward Wang was greatly relieved. He pretended not to know anything about the matter and continued to arrange the trip to Yulong Temple in an orderly manner.
There are many eyes watching, waiting to see the Duan Prince's Mansion make a fool of itself. Let's see who makes the fool this time.
When General Xu arrived at the inn with his men, An Ge and Feng Jinghan were locked in a fierce battle on the chessboard.
It's not Go, but Gomoku (Five in a Row). Of course, the so-called fierce battle is only An Ge's perspective.
The truth is, while An Ge racked his brains and pondered deeply, Feng Jinghan seemed to be in complete control of the game.
An Ge looked at Feng Jinghan speechlessly. Wasn't Da Jinku supposed to be quite smart? How come he was doing so poorly?
In her past life, she was at least a master of Gomoku, but she was powerless against Feng Jinghan.
Don't think she doesn't know that those few wins were deliberately orchestrated by Da Jinku.
The ingenuity of the ancients is indeed not to be underestimated. If the protagonist of a novel can dominate the world after transmigrating to ancient times, then without a system, she would probably only be able to become an ordinary member of the Beggars' Sect.
Feng Jinghan looked at An Ge with amusement, remaining as respectful as ever, but without the initial restraint.
He never expected the fairy to be so approachable, which was very different from the aloof and dignified deity he had imagined.
However, such deities are more real, making people want to get closer to them.
Unbeknownst to An Ge, after several games of chess, the aloof persona she had cultivated was completely shattered.
"Your subordinate is late, please punish me, Your Highness!" Xu Da was overjoyed to see Feng Jinghan safe and sound; only then did he feel relieved.
Upon receiving the message from Steward Wang, he rushed over without stopping, but he was unsure of himself. In fact, the matter was too fantastical; the inn, the fairy, the man in black—he was completely bewildered. As soon as he obtained the prince's position, he quickly led his men to the capital.
Relieved, Xu Da suddenly remembered what the guard had said: the inn was a sacred place, and the manager's status was extraordinary. Would his brazen arrival with his entourage ruin the prince's plans?
Seeing the inn packed with people, Feng Jinghan felt uneasy and apologized to An Ge, saying, "I was impetuous and disturbed the manager." After saying that, he waved for everyone to disperse, leaving only Xu Da behind.
An Ge waved her hand dismissively. She already knew guests were coming, and she was more than happy to be there than angry.
The nickname "Big Treasury" is well-deserved; it hasn't been long, and it's already brought him such a large number of customers.
As An Ge packed up the chessboard, she said, "I won't bother you any longer. Just call me if you need anything. Oh, and remember to show your people the shop rules."
Xu Da breathed a sigh of relief when he saw An Ge leave.
Just like in the stories, the immortal was not only handsome but also generous. Old Xu had never seen such a handsome person before.
"It's my fault for being careless. If I hadn't been so reckless, my lord would still be playing chess with the fairy right now." To be valued by a fairy is such a great blessing.
"It's alright, the shop manager isn't petty. You can't call her 'fairy' here, you have to call her 'shop manager,' remember that." Feng Jinghan keenly sensed An Ge's dislike of being called "fairy."
Xu Da nodded obediently. As the stories say, immortals all have some quirks.
Feng Jinghan led Xu Da to the guest room, where Xu Da was naturally amazed by what he saw.
"Goodness, even if immortals live in thatched huts, they are still different from mortals. With the blessing of immortal magic, even the imperial palace is not something I, Old Xu, would covet." As for why the immortals would live in dilapidated houses, Xu Da could understand.
Immortals do whatever they want; maybe they just prefer living in a thatched hut.
Feng Jinghan couldn't help but agree inwardly. Yes, the palace was magnificent, but it was also a huge cage. Even if he went to his own fiefdom, he could never escape the palace's constraints. If he could be as free as an immortal, he would be at peace even living in a humble abode.
Feng Jinghan chuckled. He was born into the royal family, which was already far better than ordinary people. Holding a high position naturally meant bearing the responsibilities that came with it.
He had been running away for so long that people almost forgot he had the support of the Bai family army, an impregnable fortress of the Great Ye Dynasty.
Feng Jinghan's gaze was deep and unfathomable, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.
When Feng Jinghan revealed his ambition to Xu Da, Xu Da cheered loudly. The master and servant briefly discussed the future situation, and would make more important decisions later.
An Ge was unaware that the sudden appearance of the inn would change Feng Jinghan's fate overnight, and indirectly alter the future of the Daye Dynasty.
Looking at the packed room full of guests, she almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Stay calm, stay calm, I need to maintain my composed persona, phew!" An Ge silently gave herself a pep talk.
This is the epitome of a poor person suddenly becoming rich.
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