It seems that they are planning to enter the world collectively this time.
What on earth are they up to?
"broken!"
Zhao Ning's expression suddenly changed.
The queen asked, "What's wrong? The Taoists are making a big move this time. If they can land in Jiangcheng, it will surely deepen the reputation of the Hundred Holy Lands. Are you unwilling?"
Zhao Ning's face was a little bitter: "Of course I am willing, but mother... where will the money come from?"
“…”
The queen also had a headache and waved her hand, saying, "You should worry about this matter yourself. I will be back first!"
Zhao Ning: “…”
After sending the queen out of the palace, she had an even bigger headache. As a mother, she didn't know how to help her daughter share her worries at all.
The expenses of the grand gathering of hundreds of families are barely covered, and these Taoists want to hold a separate one?
These damn people don’t care about my money at all!
She pinched her chin and said, "It seems that I have to find a scapegoat this time. The Han family is a good choice..."
…
Han Mansion.
When Han Juan returned home, he lazily lay down on the recliner.
"Son, son! What happened when you went to Qingjiang Palace?"
A man with a long beard came over with a smile. It was Han Juan's biological father, Han Zhe. He was also the patriarch of the Han family. Apart from the ancestor who guarded the fiefdom, he had the most respected status in the Han family. But at this moment, he was no different from an ordinary father.
Han Juan was rocking leisurely on the recliner, his eyes half-closed and half-opened, and he said nonchalantly: "It's done! I'm just delivering a message, I can't possibly send it the wrong way, right?"
Han Zhe clapped his hands and said, "Great! You are worthy of being my son. You can handle anything."
Han Juan's face froze, and he sat up from the recliner: "Father, can you listen to what I just said?"
It's just sending a letter, and you can praise me for that?
How is this different from coaxing a child?
Han Zhe didn't care at all, he just laughed: "What's wrong with delivering a letter? Can a letter written by a Taoist saint be an ordinary letter? Otherwise, why can't others deliver it, but let my son do it? Isn't it because my son is excellent?"
Han Juan: “…”
Han Zhe patted him on the back and said, "You have just accomplished something big. Go and have a rest. Prepare well for the literary meeting. If you can get a spot, grab it. Even if you can't, your father will arrange a place for you as an elite student."
"well……"
Han Juan sighed softly: "Master said that the world is like a net, once you get involved it is hard to break free, and now it seems to be true. In this case, I thank my father for being the donor!"
He bowed to Han Zhe, then left yawning.
Han Zhe looked in the direction he left for a long time before he withdrew his old father's eager gaze and turned to walk towards the Han family's meeting hall.
There were already people waiting in the lobby. Although there were only five of them, they were the five people with the highest status in the Han family in Jiangcheng. If they were outside, any one of them would be able to call the shots in the country of Li.
Seeing Han Zhe coming, everyone stood up and saluted. After the ceremony, someone asked, "Master! Why did you call us here so late?"
Han Zhe smiled slightly: "Murder!"
"Kill who?"
"Ying Wuji!"
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