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“Yun Tianmo, after knowing you for so many years, I never expected you to be this kind of person!” Nangong Tuo angrily shook his sleeves. His father had raised him, so how could he do anything that would harm his father? The matter of obtaining the medicine was originally to please his father; if he followed what Yun Tianmo said, wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse?
At this moment, Yun Tianying looked at Nangong Tuo with newfound respect. The so-called Foolish Prince seemed not to be completely brainless; at least he wouldn’t be swayed by such provocation. If it were another so-called intelligent prince, the situation might have been different.
“Foolish.” Yun Tianmo naturally understood Nangong Tuo’s character. Deep down, he wasn’t a bad person, and what he just said was merely a misunderstanding on his part.
“Hmph, you don’t need to say much. I will never do anything that harms my father,” Nangong Tuo said with a serious expression that almost warranted applause. He was a good son!
“To harm the Sovereign? Who would want to harm the Sovereign?” Coincidentally, Zhao Feihong and Zhao Feiyu had just met behind the rockery and exchanged a few words before coming out. They overheard Nangong Tuo’s last remark. Zhao Feihong hurried over to Nangong Tuo’s side and asked nervously.
Zhao Feiyu was also taken aback. In the past few days of traveling with Yun Tianmo and others, although they weren’t from the same empire, he hadn’t felt any hostility. How could such a serious topic arise just from meeting the Third Prince?
At this time, everyone in the Underground Palace had gathered except for Ouyang Zixin, and the factions were clearly divided between Cloud Nation and Exiled Nation. These two empires were originally allies and should have been harmonious upon meeting. Yet somehow, there was a tense atmosphere.
In front of the Zhao siblings, Nangong Tuo naturally wouldn’t repeat Yun Tianmo’s words. Regardless of whether he believed them or not, those words were treasonous and could not be spoken; saying them would lead to trouble.
Seeing Nangong Tuo remain silent, Zhao Feihong thought to himself that he seemed to have acted impulsively. Some things were not appropriate for him to inquire about given his status. So he quickly forced a smile and said, “Please forgive me; I have been separated from my sister for many days. I became a bit emotional and spoke inappropriately; please don’t take it to heart.”
If anyone was skilled in socializing among the Zhao family, it would undoubtedly be Zhao Feihong. Even the current clan leader had once lamented that Zhao Feihong’s social skills were exceptional; he felt inferior in comparison.
Before long, under Zhao Feihong’s intentional easing of tensions, the atmosphere among the group became less strained, and Nangong Tuo's tense face relaxed slightly.
“It’s getting late; why don’t we rest for now? If there’s anything else to discuss, we can talk another day?” Seeing that everyone’s expressions had softened, Zhao Feihong thought it was about time to disperse since he wasn’t familiar with the two princes from Cloud Nation either. Continuing further would leave him unsure of what else to say.
Yun Tianmo remained noncommittal about this. He had no intention of moving from his spot, while Yun Tianying stood up and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, “In that case, please.”
"Li Feng, how many days has it been?" Nan Gong Yao, dressed in a bright red outfit, leaned lazily on the throne in the grand hall, squinting as he asked.
Li Feng stepped forward slightly and bowed, replying, "Reporting to the Sovereign, it has already been five days."
It had been five days since those noble ladies and lords entered the Millennium Ruins. Although the Exiled Nation had stationed troops outside, the Millennium Ruins felt like a dead zone; not a single piece of news had emerged. Not only had no one come out from within, but even a mouse had not appeared.
"I wonder how Tuoer is doing." It was impossible not to worry; after all, he was his son. Nan Gong Yao appeared lazy, but his tone was filled with a father's concern for his child. That boy had never been diligent and his cultivation was mediocre at best. Nan Gong Yao did not expect him to achieve any Fortune Day; he only hoped that he could go in for some training and return safely.
"The Sovereign need not worry; the Third Prince is blessed by fate and will surely gain great Fortune Day and return safely," Li Feng said, pouring out flattering words as if they were free. Nan Gong Yao asked daily, and it seemed that if there were still no news in a few more days, it would be time to take action.
The Millennium Ruins were already somewhat mysterious, and those sent in were carefully selected. If not for Yun Tianmo and Yun Tianying being among them, Nan Gong Yao would never have allowed Nangong Tuo to enter. His son's fleeting infatuation was not worth risking.
"Let’s hope so." Nan Gong Yao sighed; in just five days, he seemed to have aged considerably. He had indeed underestimated the weight of this son in his heart.
Seeing that Nan Gong Yao appeared somewhat fatigued, Li Feng waved away the other guards in the hall and personally extinguished the candles to allow him to rest for a while.
The light in the palace hall dimmed. While Li Feng was still bowing to extinguish the candles, he was completely unaware that behind him on the high throne, a pair of sharp eyes opened again. A flicker of doubt flashed by before they closed once more.
On the following day, news spread through the palace that the Sovereign urgently summoned Guardian Mystic Ouyang Hao for an audience.
When Ouyang Hao received the message, he was in the small garden accompanying Bai Su in tending to the flowers and plants. He thought he could spend some quality time with his wife but was suddenly called away.
"Grant him a seat." Without waiting for Ouyang Hao to bow, Nan Gong Yao instructed Li Feng to provide a seat and waved his hand, saying, "Today’s meeting is private; no need for excessive formalities."
In private matters, Nan Gong Yao regarded Ouyang Hao as a benefactor and did not pay much attention to etiquette.
The message that could be summoned was delivered swiftly by the palace guards to Xuan Shi Mansion. Could this be considered a private summons?
Ouyang Hao pretended not to hear it, and after respectfully bowing, he expressed his gratitude and took a seat. He had no intention of speaking until Nangong Yao opened his mouth, as he understood Nangong Yao too well; such moments always indicated there was something important to discuss.
“How long has it been since we had a proper chat?” Nangong Yao descended from his throne. The hall was spacious, everyone else had been dismissed, leaving only the echo of his voice and the sound of his footsteps.
Indeed, there was something important.
Ouyang Hao understood this in his heart but smiled on the surface. He was most impatient with Nangong Yao's way of addressing him as a subject under the Sovereign's authority, so as long as Nangong Yao indicated he had something to say, Ouyang Hao felt relieved. “Whenever the Sovereign wishes to talk, just call for me.”
Nangong Yao was taken aback for a moment before bursting into hearty laughter; this was the Ouyang Hao he knew—simple and direct.
“I want to arrange a marriage between your daughter and my son.” Perhaps due to worrying too much about Nangong Tuo yesterday, Nangong Yao made this decision early today. Regardless of what happened after coming out of the Millennium Ruins, he needed to resolve his son's feelings first.
Ouyang Hao initially thought Nangong Yao was going to present him with some difficult task, but he never expected him to bring up his daughter's marriage. He stood there in shock.
Agree? His wife would surely devour him alive.
Disagree? Right now, Nangong Yao could do the same.
What should he do… (To be continued.)
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