Just as Sikong Wuyou was about to take a step, he felt soone grab his sleeve.
Turning back, he saw An Ning looking at him with her wet, large eyes.
"What’s the matter?" Sikong Wuyou asked.
"I’m just worried that it might cause trouble for you," An Ning said.
Even though Sikong Wuyou was the fourth son of the War Prince Residence, An Bingfeng was, after all, the Pri Minister of Dongyue and controlled half of the court.
"Don’t worry, I’m not the kind of person who acts impulsively. Since I dared to keep him waiting, I’m not afraid of how he might react to ."
Sikong Wuyou never intended to rely on the War Prince Residence, but with the identity of being the fourth son, whether he wanted to rely on it or not, the War Prince Residence would always be a support he couldn’t escape from.
He never denied this in his heart.
Looking at Sikong Wuyou’s calm face, An Ning felt slightly more at ease.
"Prepare the horse," Sikong Wuyou ordered.
"Yes." Wen Jing retreated.
This was An Ning’s first ti on horseback. Although the bumpy ride was uncomfortable, being in the arms of the one she loved made her heart exceptionally sweet.
Compared to the romantic atmosphere between the two of them, An Bingfeng was far from calm.
As cup after cup of tea was served, An Bingfeng, no matter how patient, finally lost his patience.
"When will Lord County Magistrate arrive?" asked one of the few young attendants serving in the front hall.
However, when Sikong Wuyou would co was truly unknown to him.
So, he could only evade, "Wen Jing has already gone to invite the lord. Please, guest, wait a mont."
Thus, another round of unbearable waiting ensued.
Yet Sikong Wuyou was still nowhere to be seen.
Finally, An Bingfeng couldn’t stand it any longer. He stood up and tried to storm into the rear courtyard.
"Guest, the lord has decreed that aside from Guard Bai Su and Guard Wen Jing, no one else is allowed in the rear courtyard. Please, guest, be patient and wait..."
However, before the young attendant could finish speaking, he was shoved aside by Mu Yi, who was behind An Bingfeng.
The rear courtyard of the County Office was not complex; it was clearly visible at a glance.
As soon as An Bingfeng and Mu Yi stepped into the rear courtyard, they felt a surge of murderous intent rushing toward them.
Fortunately, Mu Yi reacted quickly, shielding An Bingfeng and swiftly drawing the long sword from his waist to defend against the attack.
"Our lord has co with good intentions. Is this how Lord County Magistrate treats his guests?" Mu Yi asked coldly.
Wen Jing didn’t pay attention to Mu Yi but looked toward the young attendant who had just been pulled back.
The young attendant imdiately explained, "I tried my best to stop them. It was the guests who insisted on forcing their way in. I hope the lord will forgive ."
Wen Jing waved him off, and the young attendant finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Jing turned his head, looking at An Bingfeng and Mu Yi, and said, "It’s said that guests should follow the host’s lead. I’ve never heard of guests forcing their way into soone else’s place!"
At this mont, An Bingfeng gave Mu Yi a look, signaling him not to ddle. He then spoke, "As the Pri Minister, I’m rely here under the Emperor’s orders to deliver a ssage to Lord County Magistrate. However, now that we’ve arrived at the County Office, the lord keeps finding excuses not to et. If the Emperor finds out about this, it might not be appropriate, don’t you think?"
After all, even the War Prince Residence must carefully weigh the charge of disrespecting imperial favor.
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