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As things were coming to a close, the Emperor was very pleased; this was indeed a good choice. He sent someone to escort him out of the palace, using a carriage to take him away.
He also allowed the two relatives to shake hands and exchange pleasantries. After all, they were considered in-laws; it was too embarrassing to let a woman cause such a rift between them.
Qin Feng and Wang Xiang shook hands, but their expressions did not match their hearts. The Wang family relatives were greedy for wealth and power, and they were not of the same kind as him.
He left the Imperial Garden first, while Wang Xiang remained behind, seemingly still discussing some matters with the Emperor.
Although there were countless exotic flowers and plants, each more beautiful than the last, he had no mood to appreciate them, feeling as if disaster was imminent.
The coachman was waiting with two fine horses and helped him into the carriage, which slowly drove away from the majestic palace.
When he arrived, he hadn’t paid much attention; the journey had been too fast, leaving him dizzy. Before he knew it, he had reached the Imperial Garden.
On his return trip, he took notice and quietly lifted the curtain of the carriage to look outside.
They happened to pass by the Emperor's grand hall from the side.
The enormous palace was imposing; it was truly tall and long, estimated to be several dozen zhang high. It appeared resplendent, radiating a strong imperial aura.
It felt as if it were made of gold, shining brightly. The tall marble columns were also golden, each intricately carved with lifelike flying dragons, exuding majesty and solemnity.
The dozens or hundreds of steps below were also very wide and high. The railings on both sides were made of high-quality marble, engraved with gigantic dragons several zhang long, showcasing a powerful imperial presence.
Qin Feng felt a surge of joy; he truly witnessed the palaces of ancient emperors—luxurious and grandiose yet solemn and dignified.
Those gleaming golden objects, even if not made of real gold, used top-notch materials that displayed the prosperity and strength of the nation.
The highest point of the palace reached several dozen zhang; that height was truly spectacular. The entire palace appeared massive yet orderly and impressive.
As it receded further from his view, the carriage sped away through the palace gates and out into the open.
Liu Xian was also leading a large group of people; now they were all part of the Imperial Guard's Cavalry, numbering several dozen individuals who were waiting there.
Seeing Qin Feng pulling back the curtain and looking back, he said, "Brother Qin is indeed a talent; he has already been appointed as a Second-Rank High Official by the Emperor. Once the Negotiation returns, he will surely become a First-Rank Official!"
Qin Feng also heard this. He was riding a tall Black Horse, looking exceptionally heroic, truly worthy of being an officer of the elite Imperial Guard.
He felt a bit of anger; it was all this guy's fault for getting him beaten up a few times, and he still felt pain now, not even bothering to give him a reminder.
"Liu Xian, my brother! You didn’t even warn me. The Imperial Garden had so many Imperial Guards ambushed there that they almost beat me to a pulp. You know about this, right?"
Liu Xian's gaze was somewhat dazed, shifting uncertainly. He replied, "Brother Qin, I really didn’t know. That was the Emperor's order; how could I tell you about this official? I was only responsible for bringing you into the palace. The rest of it, I just heard from the Brothers. Fortunately, it ended without incident."
"However, Brother Qin is indeed talented in both civil and military affairs; it’s impressive. If you ever need my help in the future, I will definitely do my utmost! Brother Qin, please take care of me more in the future!"
It didn’t seem like he was lying. Although his eyes were somewhat unsteady—perhaps out of fear—he was just a minor official; how could he know those things?
These words sounded quite pleasant to hear. Would he really become a High Official in the future?
He laughed heartily, genuinely happy, "If I really achieve that status, I will absolutely not forget my brother."
The two of them no longer held back and chatted all the way from discussing their wives to matters of officialdom and then to their ideals.
There was a sense of camaraderie; both had talents but were overlooked due to treacherous officials in power. Liu Xian was also a formidable warrior whose skills were on par with that of a commander but remained just an Duties of the Imperial Guard Commander.
The Duties of the Imperial Guard Commander typically managed around one hundred men, while the commander oversaw five Duties of the Imperial Guard Commanders—about five hundred men. Some were directly appointed while others were promoted from Duties of the Imperial Guard Commander positions, though the chances were slim.
He had been in the Imperial Guard for several years and had risen through the ranks from being an Imperial Guard himself. He had the capability to be a commander but remained underutilized.
Interestingly enough, among those escorting him to the north was also one of his own; it truly was wonderful.
After quite some time, they escorted him to the front of Qin Residence before slowly departing.
He intended to invite them to stay for dinner but felt burdened by pressing matters and worried about his cold wife, so he decided to head back instead.
Qin Feng walked into his residence, and many guards greeted him with "Good day, Master."
Along the way, he encountered several maids, who also called out "Good day, Master," but their faces looked somewhat anxious, though he could not tell why.
Looking at these maids now, although they were delicate and tall, their attire was too plain compared to the beauties of Yanhua Tower; they simply could not compare.
However, they were respectable women, and it was better to maintain decorum in the residence.
Afu slowly ran over and asked, "Master, you refused to go to the Northern Negotiation, right? That could cost lives; many in the court dare not go."
Qin Feng did not know what to say. Could he really refuse? That was the emperor's decree, and disobeying it could lead to his entire family being executed.
"No, the emperor insists that I go. If I do not comply, he will execute everyone in my household, so I have no choice but to go."
Having accepted this fact, he quickly headed toward his room. This Negotiation would require some thought; he needed to read more books on the subject as it would be very useful.
Afu looked surprised and fearful. The emperor was a benevolent ruler; how could he say such things? He continued to ask questions as they walked toward the room.
When Qin Feng reached the door, he pushed it open forcefully. He felt a bit resentful, and the door slammed heavily against the wall with a loud bang.
His eyes scanned the room as he searched for where his books were. After all, he was not an illiterate person; he should have some valuable books in his collection.
He noticed that the round wooden table still shone with a red luster; it was indeed fine furniture. On it sat a celadon teapot and cups that looked quite nice.
The walls were adorned with famous paintings—some were landscapes, others depicted flowers and birds, and there were also pastoral scenes. They appeared lifelike and were painted with great skill; the colors varied from deep to light and were mostly created by renowned artists.
Not only were there famous paintings but also calligraphy from well-known masters. There were even two pieces from the Calligraphy Sage Wang Xizhi; his calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, resembling a fierce battle between dragons and tigers, exuding immense spirit.
Indeed, it was excellent calligraphy! It seemed these pieces must have been quite expensive; he wondered how he had acquired them.
Surprisingly, in such a large room, he did not see a single book. This truly astonished him. Where had all those books gone?
Although it is not bad, the flames of war from the Jin people have reached here, and it will only turn into ruins. Sometimes, it is still useful to read more books.
Afu was somewhat confused, feeling that the master was like a thief, looking around after entering without knowing what he was searching for.
"Master, what are you looking for?"
Qin Feng also remembered that he had a butler; he was indeed too flustered and should ask his Afu where those books were.
"Afu, I am a Civil Official; there should be quite a few famous books at home. Where are those books?"
The master was actually looking for books, but he seemed so flustered that he had forgotten everything, even where the study was? Wasn't he supposed to be a scholar?
He said, "The master's study is in the next House; it is piled high with many books. Let me take you there. What kind of books does the master want to find?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng immediately burst into laughter. Indeed, he had quite a few good books; the House was even filled with them. This time, the Negotiation would be promising.
"Find me as many books on negotiations between warring nations as possible; the more, the better."
Qin Fu was somewhat bewildered; he had never heard of the master having such books; they were all books of sages.
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