newbobooks Chapter 133, Letter
Chapter 133, Letter
Chapter 133, Letter 133
King Wu of the North, Chunyu Yang.
Ye Pianran silently repeated that name in her heart, her face showing a momentary daze.
Ye Lingyue saw through her expression, her smile deepening, and pressed her advantage, saying, "The Third Prince and Miss have quite a complicated relationship, but he is also the most trustworthy person by Miss's side right now. Miss, why don't you ask the Third Prince for help?"
In my mind, 666 was chirping away:
"666 agrees with what Comrade Xiaoyue said! The person with the highest favorability and martial arts skills among the host's current acquaintances is none other than the Northern Martial King! Moreover, the Northern Martial King has received help from the spatial spiritual spring, so his acceptance of space should be higher than others! It is recommended that the host ask the Northern Martial King for help!"
The two of them talked back and forth, making Ye Pianran dizzy and confused. She mumbled, "Alright then, let me write a letter to the Third Prince. Yue'er, you can take it to the Prince's mansion and give it to him."
After saying that, she went to the table, picked up a pen, and wrote a letter to Chunyu Yang in one go, then handed it to Ye Lingyue. By the time she came to her senses, Ye Lingyue had already disappeared, and it was too late for her to regret it.
She stomped her foot in frustration, her face instantly turning bright red with embarrassment.
Why were you so impulsive? What is your status, and what is the Third Prince's status? He is the renowned Northern Martial King of the Great Xia Dynasty. His martial arts skills are for fighting on the battlefield and protecting the country. How could he teach a pampered young lady like you who never leaves the house? Have you forgotten how disappointed he looked when he learned that you couldn't ride a horse?
666: "Chirp? Host, why has your body temperature suddenly become so high? Your heart rate has also increased! Is the host sick?" As an AI at the forefront of technology, 666 quickly sensed the changes in the host's body and "thoughtfully" expressed its concern.
however……
Ye Pianran's face turned even redder, and after a long while, she managed to utter two words: "...Shut up!"
The Northern Martial Prince's Mansion.
A carriage stopped outside the gate of the Northern Martial Prince's residence. Chunyu Shan jumped down from the carriage, carrying an exquisite brocade box, and strode into the residence with his hands behind his back. He was close to Chunyu Yang and often visited the Northern Martial Prince's residence, so he entered the residence as if it were his own backyard, and no one ever dared to stop him.
He walked unimpeded through the Northern Martial Prince's residence, but couldn't find Chunyu Yang in the front courtyard. Not only Chunyu Yang, but he also couldn't see Zhong Ping anywhere.
Did Third Brother take Butler Zhong out with him?
"Greetings, Sixth Prince." Just then, a group of guards brushed past him. Chunyu Shan grabbed the one at the front and asked, "Is Third Brother in the manor?"
"Reporting to the Sixth Prince, Your Highness is currently teaching the young prince martial arts in the training ground in the backyard."
"Oh?" Chunyu Shan looked surprised. He had only left the capital for a few days to travel, so how come Xuan'er had started practicing martial arts as soon as he returned?
He was genuinely curious and quickly headed towards the training ground of the Northern Martial Prince's Mansion. Upon arriving at the training ground, he saw two small figures squatting in a horse stance in the center, while his third brother stood solemnly to the side watching.
Wait... two?
Chunyu Shan's gaze swept over Ye Yankang, who was standing next to Chunyu Jingxuan, and he felt that this chubby, dazed-looking boy looked somewhat familiar...
Just then, he noticed Chunyu Yang looking up at him. Chunyu Shan smiled, walked over confidently, and, waving the brocade box in his hand, said to Chunyu Jingxuan in the training ground:
"Xuan'er, stop practicing and come see what new and interesting things Uncle Wang brought you."
Chunyu Jingxuan had been squatting in the training ground for two hours, his legs were already weak and he was drenched in sweat. When he saw Chunyu Shan, his eyes lit up, and he almost wanted to stop his stance and go see what good things his uncle had brought him. But then he saw his father give him a cold look and say:
"Kang'er is good, she has great perseverance, keep it up."
Seeing that Ye Yankang had maintained his posture for so long and was even more perfect than him, Chunyu Jingxuan immediately straightened his slightly relaxed back, gritted his teeth and continued to persevere.
“Third Brother, Xuan’er is still young, why are you so strict with him? Look at his legs, they’re starting to tremble.” Chunyu Shan sighed.
“If you’re bored, go to the study and stay there. Don’t cause trouble here,” Chunyu Yang said.
"I'm not causing trouble, I'm just concerned about Xuan'er," Chunyu Shan said with a smile. Then, he raised his chin, looked at Ye Yankang next to Chunyu Jingxuan, and asked, "Who is that child? I've only been gone for a few days, where did Third Brother pick up another little kid?"
“The eldest son of Marquis Anshi,” Chunyu Yang said. “Xuan’er specifically requested him to be his study companion.”
The eldest son of Marquis Anshi? Chunyu Shan was genuinely surprised. He scrutinized Ye Yankang closely, his eyes filled with disbelief, and asked in a low voice, "I heard that Marquis Anshi's eldest son is an idiot, but the child doesn't seem to be."
“He is indeed a bit slow-witted, but he has an extremely strong ability to imitate. He does whatever Xuan’er does, and he does it quite well.” Chunyu Yang’s eyes were full of admiration.
"Hearing what Third Brother says, if this child is intelligent, he might achieve great things in the future," Chunyu Shan said, looking at Ye Yankang's delicate features. No wonder he thought the boy looked familiar; his features were remarkably similar to the eldest daughter of the Marquis's mansion. Tsk tsk, the younger brother is so adorable; the older sister must have been a beautiful child too!
"So this young master of the Marquis's mansion comes here every day to keep Xuan'er company? With his silly appearance, how could the Marquis's wife and the eldest daughter of the Marquis's mansion bear to do that?" Chunyu Shan said with a smile.
Upon hearing his address to Ye Pianran, Chunyu Yang finally turned his head to look at Chunyu Shan. That look was extremely deep, as if it contained many obscure and unfathomable meanings, making Chunyu Shan feel inexplicably uneasy.
Chunyu Yang's voice was deep: "The Lady of the Marquis's Mansion is broad-minded and knows how to treat her son better. I admire her for that."
“…Oh.” Chunyu Shan chuckled dryly, then quickly changed the subject: “By the way, Third Brother, where’s Zhongping? I didn’t see him at the Prince’s residence.”
Chunyu Yang was ambushed and injured by Ji Linchuan. During his recovery at the Marquis of Anshi's residence, Chunyu Shan happened to be away from the capital. To avoid causing him any alarm, Chunyu Yang only said:
"He had orders to keep, so he left the mansion to do things for me."
Suddenly, a figure appeared silently in the training ground. Ye Cangqiong came before the two of them, bowed, and said to Chunyu Yang:
"Your Highness, Yue'er requests an audience."
Chunyu Yang was stunned for a moment, then an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. It was tension, worry, and also impatience.
"Summon." He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and said to Ye Cangqiong in a deep voice.