"It's a pity that my uncle has been lying in bed for many days. If the prince goes there this time, I'm afraid the disease will be transmitted to the prince." Tang Shixun's arrangements were very appropriate and thoughtful, so thoughtful that no one could fault them.

Tang Shixun had a wing room prepared, which was the best and most superior room specially designed to receive distinguished guests.

"Rong Fang, take the prince to rest first, and then take him to see his uncle in the afternoon."

"Okay." Rong Fang smiled happily. The King Zhao was really magnanimous. Although he was missing an arm and a leg, the heroic look on his face was not comparable to any man. It was probably difficult to find a man in the world who could compete with him.

"Your Highness, please come this way. There are pavilions and waterside terraces next to you, and a small garden over here. If Your Highness wants to listen to a song, you can sit up there. Rong Fang will then perform a song for Your Highness."

Rong Fang in front of him was the so-called Eighth Concubine. Walking in front of him, she was wearing a tight light blue satin dress. She looked radiant and dazzling. From a distance, she looked like a fairy from heaven, and from a close distance, she was a lady from a noble family. She exuded a strong aura of worldly love from head to toe, but this was the kind of aura that all men were attracted to. She had a double butterfly bun on her head, a jade hairpin on her head, willow-leaf eyebrows, and her jet-black hair casually draped behind her head. On each side of her bun was a jade orchid double long hairpin, which made her look magnificent and exquisite.

"Thank you again, Madam Eight, for your guidance."

"Your Highness, please don't say thank you. This is what I should do." Rong Fang looked at his secretive eyes, which were sharp and cold, and his gaze was sharp and bright, just like that man. His impeccable handsome face was now filled with confusing emotions.

Rong Zhen looked at the surrounding rooms with satisfaction. They were very clean and tidy. He sat on a rattan chair in the center of the room.

"If Your Majesty has any instructions, please feel free to tell me."

Rong Fang can be said to be the hostess of this family. She manages all matters properly. As expected, the first and second wives are no match for her. Rong Zhen did not speak, but just looked at the front quietly. The silence seemed as oppressive as the abyss. Rong Fang looked at him with a sneer, and her heart trembled involuntarily.

"I understand. Please leave for now. I will tell you when there is something else."

"Yes." Rong Fang turned and left with a faint smile on her face.

Gu Yunru was waiting in the room for Rong Zhen to come back, but she didn't expect to see Ji Heng coming back as soon as she opened the door.

"Where's my husband?" Gu Yunru walked up to him impatiently and asked. Seeing that the first thing she asked was where her husband was, Ji Heng shrugged helplessly and said, "Can you please stop worrying about him so much and pay more attention to me when you have time?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I don't care about him, so why should I care about you? He has been in the Tang family for almost two days, but there is still no news. Do you think that place is also a den of wolves? What if my husband hires someone to plot against him?" Gu Yunru was worried, her brows tightly furrowed.

"Don't worry, your husband is a rare talent, he is very careful and thoughtful, nothing will happen. I just met him, he is very warm, the birthday is coming soon, you can go with me then."

"I'm going with you, but why not go as a princess?" Gu Yunru looked at him curiously with her head down. Ji Heng shrugged.

"This is what Miss Wen specifically told me. I don't know the reason. If you are really curious, just ask her. Anyway, what we want is to know the whereabouts of the Poison King. Other things are not important at all."

After hearing what he said, Gu Yunru's anger surged to the surface. She couldn't help but glare at him and said, "Forget it. You won't get any answer even if I ask you!" The birthday banquet was on the second night, and Rong Fang was preparing to attract guests. She asked everyone to sit in the hall and invited famous singing and dancing performances to entertain everyone.

It was said that the party was celebrating Tang Zhao’s birthday, but the host was not present because he was still lying in bed. His third son, Tang Zhongzheng, was waiting by his side for his father to get up.

"Yes, you are the protagonist of today's birthday banquet. If you don't go, the prince will definitely be disappointed." Tang Zhao got up hastily, but his body was getting more and more inconvenient. He sighed and said, "You rebellious son, you know that your father is not feeling well, but you don't know to come and support him!"

Tang Zhao lowered his head and walked forward to hold his arm and said, "Dad, Aunt Fang personally cooked a bowl of longevity noodles. You will be able to enjoy it later." Tang Zhao smiled and said, "Do you need to tell me how Fang'er treats me? I know better than anyone else."

"Yes..." Tang Zhong lowered his head silently, but he had already cursed him thousands of times in his heart. How many people's efforts have been wasted by this old immortal's survival, and the position of the leader of the Tang Clan has not been passed to him yet, and no one knows to whom this old immortal will pass it on.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had been waiting for this throne for thirty years. Whoever could become the master of the Tang Clan would be able to rise to the top. Not only would he have power in the court, but even people in the martial arts world would have to give him some distance. It was obvious what a great honor this was.

When everyone saw that the host had finally appeared, they looked at him with smiles on their faces. Tang Zhao sat in the main seat and saluted Rong Zhen respectfully.

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"Greetings, His Royal Highness Prince Zhao. I am so delighted that Your Highness can personally attend my birthday party!" Tang Zhao was in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving around, but when he knew that Rong Zhen was coming to congratulate him in person, he was so happy that he had to come in person to take in his noble status!

"Lord Tang, please don't be so polite. I haven't seen you for a while. I didn't expect that you are still as strong as before." Rong Zhen's flattery was wrong, but everyone had to continue with a smile, because he was the famous Royal Highness the Prince of Chao.

"Your Highness, please take a seat quickly. The first dance will begin soon," Rong Fang politely stepped forward and arranged the scene in an orderly manner. When the first dance began, everyone looked at Tang Zhao who was sitting in front of them and asked, "Sir Tang, I wonder if you and the Poison King are old acquaintances?"

"The Poison King, it turns out to be that old man. He is still hiding in the deep mountains and forests, and no one can see him. We haven't seen each other for more than 30 years."

When he heard Rong Zhen mention this person, he almost forgot that more than 30 years ago, they could be said to be from the same school, and they had competed several times in the use of poison, but they always ended in a draw. That was when they were young.