The Third Prince spoke tactfully, urging Yi Mu to choose a better path and ally with a stronger force, rather than clinging to a crooked tree and risking a miserable end, even if he is currently enjoying great success.
Yi Mu lowered his head, straightened his cuffs, and smiled playfully.
When it comes to the art of ruling, Xu Zang is no match for Xu Lian in the short term.
This person combines kindness and severity, listing out all the benefits and adding favors, demonstrating just the right amount of approachability. In the eyes of an average short-sighted businessman, this would already be a cause for celebration.
But Yi Mu is not a superficial person. The fact that he was able to expand his business to all parts of the mainland is enough to prove that he is not someone who can be easily tempted.
The benefits promised by Xu Lian are within his grasp, and he may even receive more.
Xu Zang trusted him completely; as long as it wasn't that position, Xu Zang would give him anything.
They were fellow disciples, bound by the same principles, sharing both glory and honor. There was no suspicion between them, and they did not need to constantly prove their loyalty.
Yi Mu also believed that, given time, Xu Zang would shed his immaturity and become a qualified emperor.
The Third Prince, who had extended an olive branch and seemed quite self-satisfied, was met with a smile from Yi Mu, who called out to the outside, "Yuanbao, come in and add some tea."
He turned to look at Xu Lian and humbly curtsied, "Thank you for your kind words, Third Prince. I am just a merchant and not as important as you say."
Xu Lian knew this trip was in vain. He had only managed to see this person by catching Xu Zang off to the hunting grounds, and he didn't know when he would see him again.
His complexion was worse than when he arrived, but before he got up to take his leave, he looked down at Yi Mu, curled his lips into a sneer, and left with the words: "There aren't many people with the surname Yi in Xu Kingdom. More than ten years ago, there was a vice minister, I think, whose surname was Yi. Am I right, Manager Yi?"
Yang San and Xu Lian brushed past each other. Yang San walked in and noticed that Yi Mu's face was even paler than before. He asked with concern, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"
Yi Mu was stunned for a long time before shaking his head.
He doesn't look like he's alright.
Yang San frowned, but didn't ask any more questions. He opened his silver needle bag, selected silver needles as fine as hairs, and used them to improve blood circulation and remove blood stasis in Yi Mu's leg.
Yi Mu believed that his true identity was a secret, known to very few people except his fellow disciples and his master.
How did Xu Lian know all this? What about the powerful figures behind him? Did the Prime Minister and the Empress Dowager also know that he was a descendant of the Yi family?
Yi Mu had something on his mind, and for many days in a row, he couldn't concentrate.
The autumn hunt was interrupted by heavy rain, and the hunting party returned early, with a harvest of many fur coats and delicious meat.
Xu Zang knew that Yi Mu did not like to eat meat, so he sent the fur coat back in advance and asked the textile bureau to rush to make it overnight. When Yi Mu returned, Xu Zang personally presented him with the fresh fur coat.
Yang San was applying herbs to Yi Mu's legs when Xu Zang came in. The first thing he saw was Yi Mu's two bare calves.
Yang San's hand moved back and forth on Yi Mu's leg. Although Xu Zang knew that this was just a simple treatment method, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
He put down his fur coat, squeezed to the side, and asked Yang San, "Third Senior Brother, are you tired? Let me give you a massage."
Yang San thought Xu Zang was simply feeling sorry for him. He wiped the sweat from his brow and refused, saying, "No need. You don't know this massage technique. You might make things worse."
Xu Zang's face darkened. He thought Yang Xiaoqing was usually quite clever, but why did he become so stubborn at crucial moments, practically forcing him to use underhanded tactics.
"Third Senior Brother, I had people find a lot of precious herbs and deer antlers during my recent trip to the hunting grounds. Would you like to go and take a look?"
Yang San was a medicine fanatic. As soon as he heard there was something good, he couldn't sit still. He taught Xu Zang how to use the medicine for a while and then left eagerly.
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