Chapter 1157: Chapter 205: Reasoning (1/1) (2/2)
Wang Xingyuan coughed twice, his complexion tranquil.
In front of him stood Jin Gaochi. Upon hearing of Wang Xingyuan’s visit, Jin Gaochi, despite being overwhelmingly busy during this period, pushed aside all matters temporarily to personally receive Wang Xingyuan.
He took the register from Gu Qinghan’s hand and glanced at it.
The register recorded rare treasures from the Jianghu, but Jin Gaochi did not blink an eye as he ordered soone to fetch them and then led Wang Xingyuan into a quiet room on the side, serving fine tea respectfully and courteously said:
“Sir, the collection of the items you need will take so ti.”
“Please rest here for a while.”
Wang Xingyuan coughed twice and shook his head, saying:
“No need to worry.”
Half a month had passed since the palace upheaval, and the entire Balman realm had swiftly returned to calm following the decree from the central hall. Subsequently, rewards were given, and Wang Xingyuan declined all honors from Gu Mu, making Jin Gaochi the foremost rit holder, hence becoming a Marquis, second to none.
Yet he still treated this sickly young man with great respect, personally brewing tea, saying:
“Sir, tonight, His Majesty is hosting a banquet in the palace for everyone.”
“Sir is the most esteed scholar in our country; will you not attend the banquet in the palace?”
The sickly youth in white coughed twice, shaking his head, saying:
“No need.”
“I appreciate the goodwill of the Marquis and His Majesty.”
After speaking, he coughed violently again, his face looking even paler with a bluish tinge. Jin Gaochi stepped forward with concern, saying:
“Sir, you must take care of your health, especially as the weather warms during this period.”
Wang Xingyuan coughed a few tis, smilingly saying:
“Thank you for your kindness, Sir Jin.”
“I am aware, it’s not a problem.”
At that mont, the attendant had already delivered the nurous treasures, which Qingfeng and Sheng Zhehan received. Wang Xingyuan chatted idly with Jin Gaochi about so matters, finished his tea, and stood to take his leave. Jin Gaochi accompanied him for a hundred ters before returning.
He glanced at the half-empty teacup and sighed, saying:
“Though Mr. Wang is greatly talented, it’s a pity his body is too frail.”
…
In the bustling market, people ca and went, filled with the atmosphere of the mortal world and life, with various hawkers shouting mixed together.
“Excuse , please make way, make way.”
“The wine you ordered has been delivered.”
“Alright, take care, dear guest.”
A carriage entered the market, compelled to slow down. Wang Xingyuan lifted the curtain, quietly observing the bustling civilians on both sides. According to Great Qin’s counting, it was already April or May by now, and Parthia had finally embraced the late spring, reviving the entire city.
At that mont, the Balman Royal Palace was in a state of joy throughout the Balman realm.
He glanced again at the already dismantling Tower of Cri, let the curtain fall, leaned back. Within the carriage, Gu Qinghan sat cross-legged, playing with a small beast, while Tian Xiangzhi was driving. Wang Xingyuan held the Bronze Warm Furnace, tracing its patterns softly with his fingers, closing his eyes, suddenly saying:
“Do you two want to attend tonight’s banquet?”
Gu Qinghan was montarily amazed, asking: “Banquet?!”
Wang Xingyuan opened his eyes, casually saying:
“After all, it is a banquet of the new king, filled with various nobles.”
“I won’t go, but if you two plan to go, just go and have a look this ti.”
Sheng Zhehan and Gu Qinghan hesitated for a mont and agreed. Wang Xingyuan leisurely leaned against the carriage, closed his eyes as the carriage moved slowly through the busy market. The prosperous sound of the new Royal City was left behind.
After ascending the throne, Gu Mu granted Wang Xingyuan’s forr residence and the large surrounding areas to him. Once Wang Xingyuan and the others returned, he entered the house alone and never ca out, while the fragrance of dicine in the courtyard beca increasingly thick.
Night gradually deepened, with the darkness dispelled by dim lights.
Jin Gaochi learned of this matter and drove to the courtyard, bringing a dozen sets of luxurious clothing for Gu Qinghan and Sheng Zhehan to choose from. Although their Martial Arts were superb, causing awe wherever they went, they had never attended such a banquet, and would never have thought of going if not to see the event and because Wang Anfeng suggested it.
At the mont, they were even restrained, with two maids escorting them onto the carriage. The carriage gradually faded into the night, heading toward the brightly lit Royal Palace. The civilians on both sides recognized the family emblem on the back of the carriage, imdiately stepping aside with envy, watching the carriage go away, then dispersing with low discussion.
One of the n watched the carriage go away, collected his gaze, and blended into the crowd as if ordinary. After incense burning ti, he wound his way into a house, showing a sharp expression, saluting, saying:
“Sir, the target did not attend the banquet.”
“It seems his two subordinates went.”
A faint voice sounded, saying: “It’s Tian Xiangzhi and Soul Severer. If these two attend the banquet, things will be simpler. Just a re sickly scholar is absolutely not a match for us.”
Another person sneered coldly, saying:
“That is for the best.”
“Is the gift for His Majesty the new king prepared?”
“You can rest assured.”
In their low conversation, there seed to be faint disdain until a towering old man rose, his eyes deep yet clear, slowly saying:
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