Chapter 183: Longevity Wusun King

The next day, Da Wang came out of the court meeting with a calm expression, climbed onto the carriage, and Wei Shen followed in, curiously asking: "You seem to have gotten used to it?"

Da Wang nodded: "It's just that. Have Zhao Bao continue to arrange leave tomorrow; there's only one day left, and I won't go."

Zhao Bao worried: "What excuse should we use this time? You've already held out two days; why not push through the last day, Your Highness?"

"If you don't want to see me fighting with the eldest or anyone else at the court meeting…"

Zhao Bao eagerly agreed: "Please, please, please! Grant leave!"

Wei Shen saw that Da Wang was relatively calm today without complaining, and asked him: "Didn't you mention the Wusun matter today?"

"Wusun formally submitted a memorial requesting to marry a princess; the emperor agreed. He enfeoffed the Fourth Princess as Changchun Princess and bestowed the marriage upon the Wusun King."

"What?" Wei Shen exclaimed, still thinking the matter was still being tugged back and forth with no result.

"Then why are you so calm? Did you object?"

Da Wang unconsciously picked at his fat paw while lowering his head, instantly seeming to grow taller and look much thinner, yet this guy's little fat paw hadn't had time to slim down.

"I objected loudly yesterday, but who would listen to me? There must be something I don't know going on here."

"What about Xiao Wu, then?"

Da Wang lifted his head: "She's different from the Fourth Princess; she has me. Guess what? It's said the Fourth Princess yesterday voluntarily requested to be lowered to marry into Wusun, and Lao Wu was directly made Prince of Wuling, with his fief being Wuling Commandery."

"... Half-brothers?"

Da Wang nodded slightly.

"If Lao Wu had a conscience, once he grew up he wouldn't know what to do with himself." Wuling is also a decent place; this is clearly an exchange.

Wei Shen thought, you're overthinking; not everyone is like you, this silly kid.

"I don't know what's going on here; perhaps something happened in the Western Regions. The emperor won't tell me, and asking would be pointless. I also don't know whether Changchun Princess volunteered or it was the Jieyu's idea—either way, I can't intervene. But my older sister absolutely cannot; I've already worked out a solution, and this matter is easy to handle."

Wei Shen, without shame, asked: "How?"

Da Wang made a chopping motion: "If my sister is also arbitrarily arranged by my father, I'll first send off her marriage partner. I have Zhu Ti and Ling Yin—success is guaranteed." He then chopped decisively.

Wei Shen:!

The originally solemn atmosphere was completely ruined by Da Wang.

Wei Shen snapped: "If more than one dies, people will say Xiao Wu is a husband-killer."

Da Wang didn't care: "It's better if she can't marry off; I'll hold a beauty contest in the army for her, pick the best-looking, and have her marry beside me—perfect!"

Wei Shen: ……

The more he thought about it, the better it seemed.

As the carriage was about to turn toward the Office of Hospitality, Da Wang immediately called a halt: "Why go back? Let's go have fun on Chang'an Avenue!"

Da Wang changed into casual clothes in the carriage and tied on that jade pendant.

"Come on, I'll take you to Chang'an Avenue to act like a spoiled noble. Walk swaggeringly, eat without paying, grab whatever catches your eye!"

Wei Shen thought he was feeling uneasy and wanted to vent, so he followed him. As it turned out, Da Wang really went to act like a crab, heading straight to the Moon-Getting Pavilion where he had a grudge.

Da Wang originally planned to go to court early without eating, then play after he was full, but who knew the Moon-Getting Pavilion would still be crowded early that morning, and he happened to run into an envoy who had also just come out of the Office of Hospitality looking for food.

The Moon-Getting Pavilion is famous on Chang'an Avenue, and lately it's been raking in profits. The head manager, thanks to Da Wang's favor, got into selling fake liquor; now the second manager is in charge. Seeing Da Wang's swollen head, the second manager wanted to immediately set up a private room to detain him, but Da Wang refused, insisting on sitting in the main hall.

Fine, let him sit; I can't control it, really can't.

When the dishes were ready, Wei Shen went out to change clothes; upon returning, he heard clattering on the stairs as a fight broke out upstairs.

He rushed two steps, realizing his premonition was correct—it was Da Wang causing trouble.

Da Wang personally brawled with a group of ragged-looking foreigners, while Ling Yin lent a hand on the side; Da Wang himself was the main force, jumping into the fray.

"What a guy, taking on ten alone!"

Da Wang picked up a table leg as a weapon, wielding it with mighty vigor.

With his immense strength, plus two years of body‑refining training and Ling Yin's guidance, the two tables of foreign envoys soon were crying for their mothers.

Those in the private rooms who heard the commotion came out to watch, and the scene became utter chaos.

Anyone eating here who isn't a clueless fool can tell from the fallen foreigners' clothes that they are envoys, and provoking them brings a heap of trouble; the stick‑wielder isn't a pushover either, wearing a dragon‑jaded pendant at his waist—at worst a vassal prince's heir, either the emperor's brother's son or a great‑nephew with inheritance rights, so no one on site dared to stop them.

Wei Shen looked around and saw the manager attending them sprawled on the floor; he walked over and kicked the second manager, saying: "What are you gawking at? Report to the officials!"

The second manager frantically waved his hands: "I daren't, I daren't!" The head manager had already reported it but hasn't come out yet.

Wei Shen kicked him straight: "If you're supposed to report, then report—did the foreign envoys beat Prince You and nobody's stepping in? You know the Jing'an Office, right? Let them come uphold justice!"

The second manager: "... Okay, okay! I'll report right away!"

Da Wang had already knocked down both tables, stepped over a young man, grabbed an intact chair, dragged it to his table, and sat down with the clear intention of continuing to eat.

Wei Shen weaved past a bunch of unlucky souls lying every which way and asked him what he wanted to order.

Da Wang: "After drinking some undiluted wine I don't even recognize who's my grandfather! I dropped a shrimp on the table and they laughed; they eat with spoons, so why can't I laugh? After listening a while I realized they're future relatives, so I told that kid to call me 'grandfather,' but he refused—what's up with that?"

The young man who had just been stepped on by Da Wang sat up solidly, pointing at him and shouting in a strange tone: "You dare tell me to call you grandfather! I'm the Wusun Prince!"

Da Wang nearly jumped up, then backhandedly threw an empty bowl from the table at him: "What's a prince? I'm still a crown prince of the Great Jin! Your grandfather even asked for Changchun Princess's hand—I'm of the same generation as her, so you should call me grandfather!" Hearing that, the onlookers dared not stare, panicking and scattering. "Oh dear, a prince! Not the time to pay respects or help—better just get far away and pretend we didn't see anything."

What a guy—Wei Shen finally figured out where Da Wang's anger came from.

Just saying this guy can't pick fights with these envoys for no reason, because it means trouble, and the ceremony proper is the next day.

So this guy is the Wusun king's grandson; if the grandson is already this big, the Wusun king… must be an old man?

The Wusun Prince was held back by his companions, Wei Shen also grabbed a chair and sat down, whispering: "…Calm down, we've already busted heads; fighting more won't end well."

Da Wang fumed: "If anyone dares to find an old man for my sister in the future, I'll trek over mountains and rivers just to chop him down!"

Wei Shen also felt miserable—this grandson looks older than him, so the Wusun king must be at least in his fifties; how is that not considered long‑lived in the desert?