Liu Chunjiang could only act arrogantly and cruelly in front of them now.
After the two of them finished speaking, they both looked in the other direction.
"I guess Emperor Zun is also regretting bringing Liu Chunjiang and his son here!"
…
Yuan Hong was in his room at this time, with a cold expression on his face.
"Spirit Master...Seventh Grade Alchemist..."
Things were much more troublesome than he had expected.
There are so many backers behind Ye Xiyue...
He pressed his temples, feeling extremely upset.
Suddenly, he felt something and raised his eyes to look out the window.
A gray finch flew in.
He stood up and walked over, and the gray bird landed in his palm.
However, if you look closely, you will see that the gray bird is not a real living thing, but a wood carving. It is only half the size of a palm, small and flexible, and it is painted with paint to make it lifelike.
If you don't look carefully, it's really hard to identify.
Yuan Hong pressed his thumb on the gray bird's head, and its belly suddenly opened, and a rolled-up note fell out.
He opened the note, read the two lines of writing, frowned slightly, and then quickly crushed the note.
The fingers were raised lightly, leaving only fine powder, rippling silently in the light.
Then, he turned around and came to the desk. After writing his reply, he stuffed the note back and added another layer of restrictions on the gray sparrow.
"go."
He whispered, and the gray bird flapped its wings and flew away, quickly disappearing from sight.
The room became quiet again, Yuan Hong leaned on the back of his chair, frowning in thought.
After a while, he raised his voice and said, "Here comes someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open and a guard walked in.
"What are the emperor's orders?"
Yuan Hong tapped his fingers on the table, and after a moment, he said:
"Notice, we will set off today to return to Canglan."
The guard immediately responded: "Yes!"
The wedding ceremony was over, and counting the time, it was time for them to leave.
After the guards went down, Yuan Hong closed his eyes.
The appearance of Ye Xiyue's backers did make things a lot more troublesome, but——
What needs to be done must still be done.
…
Cheng family.
After Cheng Lingsu finished chatting with Hong Ming, he stayed quietly in his room for a while and then went to find Cheng Chongjun.
She knocked on the door, and after a while, Cheng Chongjun's voice came from inside.
"Enter."
Cheng Lingsu pushed the door open and saw Cheng Chongjun standing in front of the bookshelf, seemingly holding a map in his hand.
But before Cheng Lingsu could see clearly, he put the thing away: "What's wrong?"
Cheng Lingsu looked back, bit her lip, and said:
"Grandpa, you sent someone to check Ye Xiyue's background before, but you didn't find anything wrong with Elder Lu Xuan?"
When Cheng Chongjun saw her coming, he guessed that she was here for this matter, and sure enough.
He nodded, sat down on a chair nearby, picked up the tea cup, blew on the floating leaves on it, and then said:
"That's right. That Lu Xuan is hidden very deep. Even those who are familiar with him don't seem to know his true level before this."
Cheng Lingsu tightened her fingers: "Then...do you think he is really a seventh-grade alchemist?"
Cheng Chongjun took a sip of tea, and after a while, he raised his eyes and looked at Cheng Lingsu:
"You clearly already know the answer to this question, why do you ask more?"
How could an ordinary person deliver ten seventh-grade elixirs with such skill?
