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It turns out that Yun Tianmo was indeed right; it was just that the carriage was a bit long. This guy actually used his escort to pull the carriage, and they brought along two hundred carriages in a grand procession.
When Nangong Tuo received the report from his subordinates, he spat out a mouthful of hot tea onto the face of the messenger, leaving a piece of tea leaf stuck to his forehead.
"Goodness, Yun Tianmo is really generous; those are battle horses that have been on the battlefield, and he actually used them to pull carriages..." Just thinking about the convoy at the city gate gave Nangong Tuo a headache. If it weren't for worrying about keeping his father waiting, he would have taken Yun Tianmo to the palace first and would probably still be waiting to count heads.
The guard who got splashed with tea didn't bother to wipe it off; after all, he might get splashed again, so why bother?
"Your Highness."
"What is it? Is there something else?" That damned Yun Tianmo was really annoying. His father could have just met him alone; why did he have to make him wait in the side hall?
Nangong Tuo asked absentmindedly, his mind filled with curses directed at Yun Tianmo. The more he thought about it, the more irritated he became. Seeing that there was still half a cup of tea left on the table, he picked it up and took a sip.
It was unclear whether the guard was being intentional or not, but he then mentioned that all the carriages in Yun Tianmo's convoy were empty and did not carry any goods. They had already lined up along the city wall. He insisted that it would not affect the passage of people in and out of the capital.
"Pfft..."
When did drinking a sip of tea become so difficult? That bastard Yun Tianmo!
"Empty carriages! Empty carriages! What does he want with so many empty carriages? Are you all fools? What does it mean for a convoy to be lined up at the city wall?" At this moment, Nangong Tuo completely forgot that Nan Gong Yao and Yun Tianmo were only one door away from him. He smashed the tea cup into pieces and jumped up without regard for his status, pointing at the guard who was drenched in tea and roaring.
"What do you mean it absolutely won't affect people entering and exiting the capital? Oh, just because they said so, you believe them? You let them park their carriages at the city gate? What if this is just a cover? What if one day it's filled with people who suddenly rush out to attack? Huh? Can you take responsibility for that?" A string of words came tumbling out of Nangong Tuo's mouth without taking a breath.
"Your Highness, we are just temporarily letting them stop there. I rushed here on horseback to ask you how we should handle this next." As the one in charge of this reception, you run fast while we subordinates are left unsure what to do.
"Heh, are you saying it's still This Prince's fault? Tell me, if you can't even handle such a small matter, is it because This Prince lacks discipline over you? Now you all want to..." At this moment, Nangong Tuo felt like he could strangle Yun Tianmo. After all his hard work to gain his father's trust and be responsible for the safety of the capital, why did things have to get so complicated?
While Nangong Tuo was disciplining his subordinates, the side hall door was pushed open, and in walked Li Feng, a close attendant of Nan Gong Yao, the Sovereign of the Exiled Nation. Li Feng had been by Nan Gong Yao's side since childhood and was deeply trusted by him, making him the most trusted confidant, even more so than Ouyang Hao.
"Your Highness, please calm down." Li Feng, slightly plump with a round face that appeared pale and somewhat sickly, maintained a slight smile that added a touch of warmth to his demeanor.
Nangong Tuo, who was about to reprimand someone, turned around and saw it was Li Feng. Not only did he forget to scold, but he was also slightly startled.
"It’s you. What brings you here? Is it that my father wishes to see me?"
"Your Highness, who is so bold as to anger you? The Sovereign heard quite a commotion from this side and sent me to check." Li Feng smiled before speaking.
"This Prince... cough cough, you may leave now; we can discuss this later." Although it wasn't a major breach of decorum to lose one's temper in the side hall, it was still not a trivial matter. This Yun Tianmo truly was his nemesis.
After dismissing the guards, Nangong Tuo didn't explain much; surely they had already understood what was happening. Li Feng's visit was merely a reminder that some things should not be said at this moment.
Li Feng was also quick-witted; having achieved his purpose, he said little more than instructing a palace maid to bring fresh tea before excusing himself and leaving the side hall.
At this point, Nangong Tuo could only reflect on things himself and calm down. Otherwise, if he spoke carelessly when he reached the Main Hall, the Sovereign would certainly not let it slide.
The side hall finally fell silent, but surprisingly, the Main Hall was even quieter...
Since entering the palace and greeting Nan Gong Yao with a bow, Yun Tianmo had quietly sat there, savoring his tea with great care.
This little fox. Nan Gong Yao thought coldly; he was just as annoying as his father—no, even more so than his father.
He had expected that after being left in silence for a while, this renowned Ninth Prince would explain what happened at the city gate today. Who would have thought this kid would sit there as if in meditation, not saying a word? If it weren't for the teacup in his hand that he occasionally sipped from, one might think he had fallen asleep.
"Cough cough, Lord Mo Wang, I heard you came seeking medicine for the Seventh Prince?" It wouldn't do to continue like this; looking at the brat's demeanor, he could sit there all day without issue. He certainly didn't have the leisure to accompany him; even if he wasn't handling official matters, he could just as easily spend time in any of the consorts' quarters.
"Well, Sovereign is quite considerate." Putting down the teacup, Yun Tianmo finally looked at Nan Gong Yao.
"I heard you brought two hundred carts? What herbs could possibly require so many?" It must be a pretext for something else. With that many carts, it can't be simple.
"The more, the better." You're overthinking it; since it's for gathering herbs, there's no such thing as too many.
"My Exiled Nation doesn't produce herbs in abundance, and the variety is not as good as that of other nations." Bringing so many carts, are you trying to deplete my Exiled Nation of its herbs, leaving us with nothing?
"Only taking what is needed, quantity is irrelevant." Herbs that lack quality are useless even in large numbers; I don't care for them.
"Dream Nation has always been rich in herbs and offers a wide variety." Two hundred carts have come to the wrong place.
"May I borrow a route?" There is only one goal, and it depends on whether it can be achieved.
What a kid; borrowing a route like this while making such a big fuss. Hmph, really...
"King Mo has traveled a long way and must be tired. I will have Tuoer make proper arrangements for you. You young people will have more in common to talk about, so you won't have to face this old man in the palace. Hahaha..." This matter cannot be agreed to so easily; wanting to borrow a route right after meeting is naive.
"Li Feng, please invite Third Prince here. Make sure he treats King Mo well; I'm feeling a bit tired." Just wait patiently, kid!
With that, Nan Gong Yao stood up and left, completely ignoring Yun Tianmo, who was still sitting in the hall.
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