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Under various interventions, the original plan of Dream Nation has declared bankruptcy.
"What do they really want to do?"
To such a question, Ning Zhiyuan merely smiled lightly and did not respond. After all, regardless of what their initial purpose was, it had already been terminated, so there was no need to think too much about it.
However, when the same question was posed to Yun Tianmo, the reaction was completely different.
According to Yun Tianmo, what Dream Nation originally planned was not the point; the key was what they would plan in the future.
"It's just an excuse that can be used." The disdain in Yun Tianmo's tone made it clear that he looked down on this operation planned by Dream Nation.
The commotion at the city gate was thus brushed aside; apart from a few high-ranking individuals who were aware of the underlying issues, it did not attract much attention.
Therefore, Baike and the Zhai Family siblings were still well-received in the palace of Sovereign.
"Well-received" meant they had enough food and drink and relatively free movement, but they did not get to see Sovereign.
Nan Gong Yao was quite dissatisfied with Nangong Tuo for bringing people back directly, especially after the incident at the city gate. So why would he give these people from Dream Nation a good face? Not seeing them and merely hosting them was already giving them face.
On this day, Nangong Tuo was once again scolded by Nan Gong Yao, leaving the palace in a dejected state. He didn't know if he was lucky or if Ouyang Zixin was unlucky, but he unexpectedly ran into her on the street.
The phrase "ancient trees meet spring" perfectly described Nangong Tuo's situation at that moment; his previously wilted expression instantly brightened up as he greeted Ouyang Zixin from afar and ordered his carriage to stop.
"Come on, not this!" After finally getting out to stretch her legs, she unexpectedly ran into Nangong Tuo. Didn't they say the capital was vast? How could she encounter him here?
Ning Zhiyuan, seeing Ouyang Zixin's almost tearful expression, couldn't help but laugh. After receiving a glare from Ouyang Zixin, he managed to stifle his amusement. In truth, he wasn't keen on running into that Foolish Prince either.
"Should I take you away?"
She put on a smile that was as fake as it could get and then gritted her teeth, saying, "In the capital, one can only use Mysterious Energy under special circumstances. Do you want me to be taken back to my father's office for tea?"
What are rules? They are the regulations set by those in power for those below them.
Ning Zhiyuan found himself at a loss for words regarding Ouyang Zixin's adherence to the rules and could only stand with her in place, waiting for Nangong Tuo to "arrive."
Nangong Tuo approached Ouyang Zixin in just a few steps, and without her needing to bow, he began chatting as if they were very familiar.
"Third Prince, we have matters to attend to; how about..." Ouyang Zixin couldn't bear to listen to Nangong Tuo's meaningless chatter any longer and interrupted him. If they were anywhere else, she would have turned and walked away long ago.
Indeed, places with too many rules made one feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly, she found herself reminiscing about the days spent outside. Even when some activities were sabotaged by others, there was no real danger; it was carefree and free from having to deal with princes and princesses making a fuss.
While Ouyang Zixin was lost in thought, Ning Zhiyuan seemed to have said something to Nangong Tuo, who left with a smile, without any entanglement.
"What did you say to him?" Ouyang Zixin nudged Ning Zhiyuan with her elbow. She was almost in awe of him.
Ning Zhiyuan produced a fan from somewhere and mimicked the style of those who recite poetry, waving it lightly as he said, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed."
With Nangong Tuo no longer interrupting them, the two continued to wander aimlessly down the street.
In two days, Ning Zhiyuan would be leaving. He did not say where he was going, and Ouyang Zixin did not ask. Sometimes, this had become a kind of tacit understanding between the two.
At noon, they casually found a restaurant. They sat in a private room overlooking the street, chatting while enjoying the view.
"Have you heard..."
The advantage of the private room was the scenic view, but the downside was that it was right above a Teahouse. Any slight noise would drift up.
"...Really? How serious is it? How many people died?"
Fragmented gossip reached Ouyang Zixin's ears. Clearly, they were discussing something that had recently happened, but why was it circulating in the streets?
Feeling puzzled and confused, Ouyang Zixin looked at Ning Zhiyuan, silently asking him for an explanation.
It turned out they were talking about an incident that occurred not long ago in a small village over a hundred miles outside the capital, where people were attacked by Mystical Beasts. The event happened suddenly and alarmingly close to the capital, which raised concerns.
Was it an accident or something man-made?
It was said that the Sovereign had sent people to investigate early on, but unfortunately, those who went found no clues. By the time news of the attack reached them, it was already the afternoon of the second day, so many traces had been destroyed.
In the end, after the Sovereign flew into a rage, the matter was left unresolved.
"No wonder the Sovereign has been so irritable lately," Ouyang Zixin nodded in understanding. There had indeed been quite a few troubling matters for Exiled Nation recently.
Ning Zhiyuan leaned against the window frame and glanced down before turning back and saying, "Being irritable won't help; what’s meant to happen cannot be avoided."
The waiter soon brought up their food and drinks. While setting the table, he accepted Ning Zhiyuan's tip and shared some more gossip.
Ouyang Zixin was left utterly speechless. She never expected that a mere waiter in a restaurant in the capital could express his views on recent events, and even provide a comprehensive analysis.
What a surprise!
Ning Zhiyuan found Ouyang Zixin's adorable expression of astonishment endearing, so he refrained from reminding her and let her continue to question the waiter like a curious child. It wasn't until the waiter cast a pleading glance at Ning Zhiyuan that he finally spoke up and let the person leave.
"Hey! I haven't finished asking yet!" Ouyang Zixin protested, slamming her hand on the table and pointing at Ning Zhiyuan, demanding that he bring the waiter back.
Upon hearing this, the waiter quickened his pace, swiftly closing the door behind him as he fled.
While trying to persuade Ouyang Zixin to eat some food, Ning Zhiyuan mysteriously pointed downstairs to the Teahouse, saying, "If you like listening, why not go downstairs?"
Indeed, those people in the Teahouse had clearly been discussing it for several days and would certainly have more detailed information than that waiter.
Ouyang Zixin lost her appetite and stood up to leave, but Ning Zhiyuan grabbed her arm and helplessly said, "Why are you in such a hurry? You weren't interested in these rumors before."
Ning Zhiyuan couldn't understand why Ouyang Zixin was so intrigued by these folk rumors, while she showed no interest in news that truly related to her noble status.
The rumors circulating among the common people sounded like fascinating tales, far more interesting than the troubling matters whispered about in high society. (To be continued.)
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