"What day is today, do you even know?"
Yan Ling lazily lifted his gaze, his dark circles becoming more pronounced, yet his eyes seemed sharper. At this moment, he resembled a fierce tiger, retracting his claws and fangs, lying dormant on the bluestone as he replied succinctly,
"I know, I know."
"However, sir, there are still three unresolved doubts concerning case number seventeen, are you aware?"
Zhu Jian’an’s mouth twitched slightly.
Yan Ling withdrew his gaze, looking toward the figure in the distance. His expression became much more solemn, showing a bit of his youthful integrity.
The matters he had been occupied with recently were mostly because of these people coming, including his concerns that not all members of the Xue Family had left, all due to this matter. Although the Xue Family had historically been in good terms with the Imperial Family of the Great Qin because of their Dragon-subduing deeds, as an assassin clan known for assassinating the Ancestral Dragon, they were somewhat to be feared.
The matters that those in power wish to do but are prevented by morality are precisely the matters for their subordinates to handle.
From afar, someone loudly hailed.
"His Imperial Highness, the Grandson arrives..."
"Ministers, welcome His Majesty!"
Yan Ling suppressed the miscellaneous thoughts in his heart, together with his colleagues, bowed with folded hands as a sign of respect.
The Fufeng officials dressed in official robes bowed with their sleeves hanging low, the dark color and cloud-patterned broad sleeves merging into a spectacular sight.
Even though the carriages were still a distance away.
This was the protocol.
The young man chuckled to himself.
............…
"Tuoba Yue is returning to her tribe, and that rascal Baili follows her eagerly to the border, hey, anyone with eyes can see what that boy is thinking."
"The Xue girl, taken away by her clan’s people, no way out, they have very strict familial rules."
Wang Anfeng walked calmly along the roads of Fufeng.
The words that he had just discussed with Master Fu Mo echoed in his mind.
"Do you want to look for her?"
At that moment, the old man shook his head briskly and said, "Everyone knows where their clan is located, but it’s protected by the top-tier formation of the world; outsiders simply cannot find it. Even a Third Rank Grandmaster would need a long time, and there’s a good chance that the Xue family might think you have ulterior motives and make a move on you."
"I advise you to let go of this thought for now."
Wang Anfeng’s eyes slightly closed, letting his state of mind dispel the distractions.
His face regained its calmness, like a lake without ripples. After walking a few steps, he realized he was still holding the rope originally tied to the wine jar, dragging a rather large tile on the ground. The friction created an unpleasant noise, attracting glances from passersby. Yet, as a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, he had somehow failed to notice this.
He chuckled internally, his wrist flicked, pulling up the shard of the wine jar in his hand, and with a mere shake, he shattered it with his inner strength.
A trace of bitterness rose in his mind.
It had been half a month.
Half a month, ah...
Heh... If only he had come directly to Fufeng County City as soon as he left the mountain, to look for his friend, he might have still seen Baili Feng, seen Tuoba Yue.
He might have seen Xue Qinshuang.
But Wang Anfeng felt that even if he knew this outcome, were he to do it all over again, he probably would still make the same choices.
Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue were also friends. If not for him, she might have been killed directly under the pursuit of the Immortal Pavilion.
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But it still feels painful...
Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, lifted his head, and tried hard to cast out the thoughts from his mind. After all, this was only a brief separation and not a parting by death. There would always be a chance to find Miss Xue again in the future. At this moment, behind him, came the sound of horse hooves and loud shouting.
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"Make way!"
"Make way!"
Wang Anfeng’s expression remained unchanged. As a hand was about to push against him, like a phantom, he stepped back three paces.
The waist-sword-laden Imperial Guards lined up on both sides, blocking the civilians behind them, because earlier announcements had been posted, so there was no unrest among the civilians, who just quietly stood behind the guards, widening their eyes to watch the bright yellow vehicles slowly proceeding on the boulevard.
The Imperial Troops escorting before and behind were dressed in Great Qin Bright Armor, wielding Mo Blades, which looked more ceremonial than practical, befitting a parade, with each soldier tall and robust, wearing a blood-red cape, looking like Divine Generals descending from heaven, which secretly earned the admiration of the Fufeng citizens.
The chariot was pulled by nine dragon-blooded exotic beasts, their golden vertical pupils gleaming. As they stepped, their muscles rippled like water, with scales nearly visible, resembling dragon scales. The water vapor concentrated beneath their steps, forming tangible clouds of mist.
Two riders rushed out from the boulevard on horseback, with valiant soldiers loudly declaring:
"By orders of His Highness, the civilians need not show excessive formality!"
"By orders of His Highness, the civilians need not show excessive formality!"
In the carriage, the young man dressed in yellow flood dragon robes had a twinkle in his eye, smilingly asked:
"How about this?"
Next to him stood a man over fifty, with clean-shaven face, always smiling kindly, wearing clothing of subtle yet remarkable design, with magestic exotic beasts embroidered on it, who bowed in reply:
"What His Highness does is naturally well done."
His voice was slightly high-pitched but not uncomfortable to hear.
When he smiled, his eyes creased up, appearing very approachable.
The young man was quite pleased, slightly lifting his chin, yet had to restrain himself for the sake of royal dignity, maintaining a mature and imposing demeanor.