378. Please embark on your journey (twenty-eighths)
With a thoughtful look in his eyes, he wondered, "Should I go with the flow, or stop here?"
The death of Patriarch Wei should appease our anger. The capital cannot afford to become a laughingstock.
Loneliness is silent.
He gently instructed, "Summon all ministers to the hall to discuss the recent matter of demons and monsters abducting people."
And my second brother, guarding the south alone, also needs logistical support even more.
'yes. '
Night finally fell slowly, regardless of human will, and the palace was immersed in tranquility.
The ministers, having received the Crown Prince's decree, rushed here so late to discuss state affairs, truly working tirelessly.
The hexagonal palace lanterns cast twinkling candlelight, and the charcoal fire in the stove swayed gracefully in the night, illuminating the room with a warm and hazy glow.
There were also inlaid luminous pearls, each the size of a fist, which shone brightly in the night sky, like twinkling stars, illuminating the entire palace.
Silver candlesticks and gold beaded bases or ornaments adorn the entire palace, making it look like a dreamlike fairyland.
Inside the main hall, the person waiting remained calm, the changed table and chairs as if nothing had ever happened.
Night falls and a wind rises, an unnamed, cold wind, its origin unknown; tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful.
At this moment, the Wei family was filled with cries. Looking at the patriarch who had been cut in two, he was dressed in gorgeous clothes and well-maintained, as if the years had left no trace on him.
Many years ago, she was a stunning beauty, kneeling to one side and weeping bitterly.
An elderly man standing nearby, dressed as a steward, also looked grim and hesitated. He whispered a word of comfort, "Madam, please take care of yourself. The old master has not yet returned from the palace."
A messenger just reported that His Highness is discussing important matters with his ministers late into the night.
No one is allowed to disturb them.
When the meeting ends and the patriarch returns, he'll have no chance of catching the thief.
The lady wiped away a tear and asked in a low voice, "Where did Master go? Why weren't any attendants with him?"
The butler whispered, "Madam, Elder Qi was by the master's side the whole time he went out. It's said he went to the Third Guard."
Young Master Wei, who had been assigned to work as a yamen runner, died at the hands of a madman.
After saying that, he shut up and dared not say another word.
The lady's face showed a hint of inexplicable embarrassment, clearly indicating that she did not want to pursue the matter further.
His expression gradually calmed down as he said, "Alright, we'll discuss this matter when the Ancestor returns. First, we must find the murderer who killed the Master."
He sneered inwardly, 'The Wei family are all the same kind of scum; like father, like son. It's better they're dead. Saves us from trouble.'
The other wives and concubines, looking at the deceased master, could only weep silently, daring not to utter a word. Without their master, life would be alright if they had children, but if they didn't, it would likely be difficult.
Old Master Meng handed over the girl he brought out to Old Master Hu for proper arrangements. Watching the girl being tortured, he felt a pang of bitterness, yet there was nothing he could do.
He thought to himself, 'If it were me, I could probably only manage to rescue them, let alone kill all the members of the Hou family.'
He'd probably be wanted by the royal city the moment he'd killed him.
Since the rescue, and after I arranged for people to settle them down, I haven't heard of any wanted notices for Lord He.
It is conceivable that the various factions involved are plotting and using this incident to pursue their own needs.
It's clear that many parties are remaining silent on this matter, which shows just how powerful Lord He is.
He grinned to himself, thinking, 'The stronger you are, the more fertile ground there is for us to survive.'
Old Hu arrived in a hurry, his expression complex, strange, and embarrassed. "Old Meng, this...this...the Ninth Prince has arrived and wishes to see you."
Old Meng grinned, paused slightly, then smiled calmly and said, "The news comes fast!"
Old Hu said in a low, embarrassed voice, "It wasn't me. I've never contacted them, and they've never even given me a second glance."
Countless memories flashed through Meng Lao's mind, along with countless daydreams about the hopes he held in his heart.
Disappointment after disappointment, youthful passion gone, even her own life ended in unmarriage, thinking back to the handsome young man who once pursued her.
In the end, I missed the best time; all my passion was dedicated to my ideals. Now, in my old age, can I have any regrets in this life?
With a blank expression, he gave a wry smile and thought to himself, 'If only you had come looking for me sooner.'
Back then, it was a mutual agreement, and there was something to look forward to.
Now, if policies are changed frequently, I'm afraid I'll become a laughing stock.
Besides, I'm getting old. This is the last decision I'll make; what happens afterward is beyond my control.
I waved my hand gently, wanting to avoid them, but I couldn't help myself. They were guests, and it wouldn't be right to be disrespectful.
She said softly, "Okay, let's meet outside."
In the center of the simple living room, an ordinary square table sits quietly, with a teacup on it emitting a warm steam.
The warm air rose slowly, while the cold night air, like tiny clouds dancing in the air, made the night chilly and the people feel cold.
The living room is simple and unpretentious, with ordinary blue bricks and clean white walls, just like the owner of this house, who is poor and humble, with nothing to his name.
An oil lamp, lit, illuminates.
A yellow light flickered and danced in the air. In the shadows, two similar figures waited silently. The boy was in no hurry, but the girl seemed reluctant.
A boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a maid of the same size behind him!
The young man was as handsome as jade, with a superior appearance, a humble gentleman, and an elegant demeanor. The maids behind him were all stunned by his beauty.
Holding an ancient jade in his hand, he quietly surveyed his surroundings, his words and actions gentle and slow, giving no sense of oppression, and revealing an elegance and nobility between his brows.
Behind her was a maid carrying a three-foot sword. Her graceful figure and beautiful face, though not yet fully grown, clearly indicated that she was a beauty.
Seeing that the owner had not yet appeared after waiting for a long time, the dog felt a slight sense of neglect, but did not go forward to disturb him, and waited quietly.
The upbringing he received and the manners he displays now, showing courtesy to others, must mean there's something important going on.
There's no rush right now.
Soft footsteps approached, and an elderly man with white hair and a long cane stepped through the door.
The Ninth Prince rose gently, very politely clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed deeply, and said softly, "This junior greets Granny Meng. It has been a long time since I last paid my respects; please forgive me, Granny Meng."
He truly has the qualities to warrant three visits to the thatched cottage.
Looking at the young man who resembled Shan Yatou and had grown so tall, Meng Lao sighed, "If only we could have met sooner."
It's not about how many years in advance, but even a few months or a month in advance.
If you treat people with such respect and humility, even this old man like me would dedicate myself to you to the utmost, even unto death, without hesitation.
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