Chapter 352

Da Wang reacted and immediately also became shocked, 'Ah? That's something I forgot to tell you— that set of ritual vessels has already been offered to the Star Lord; turns out he just took it! Hurry to our secret base and see what good stuff the Star Lord exchanged with us!'

Zhao Ba was at a loss for words; the Star Lord's taste is quite strange.

Just as he was about to leave, Da Wang called him back, 'Go tell the Internal Affairs Office: I don't like this batch of ritual vessels; have them rush to make a few more sets for me to choose from.'

Zhao Ba: ……

Listen to what Da Wang is saying! Ritual vessels can't be made in a day or two, or even a year and a half!

'Your Highness, I'm afraid there isn't enough time for several sets.' That's ritual vessels— not something you can swap out every year.

Da Wang: 'Then they should just hire more people!'

Zhao Ba persuaded the treasury steward to return, saying this time Da Wang disliked the look of those ritual vessels and had them discarded, leaving the old man bewildered, then went to the Internal Affairs Office. He ordered them to remake a set of ritual vessels, saying Da Wang didn't like the previous pattern.

Everyone was baffled; this kind of ritual vessel just needs to meet the standard— it's not used several times a year— so why fuss over the pattern? It's not like they're going to be displayed in the Year Feather Hall!

At this moment, Da Wang's decisiveness showed— these folks only dared to mutter in private, none dared to ask Da Wang why, including the newly appointed Junior Director of the Office of Works who had been ordered to expand the staff.

When Zhao Ba finally had time to go to Da Wang's secret base, he found a huge pile of fruits not found in the Northern Border— bananas, tangerines, oranges, dragon fruit— Da Wang's New Year goods had turned up another batch.

Zhao Ba also thought, 'As expected of an Immortal Lord— while the Northern Border hasn't even thawed, they have such fresh fruit year-round.'

After the New Year, Da Wang finally had some free time; Xie Yuan and the Grand Tutor were so busy they could barely keep their feet on the ground, and the attendance rate of this guy's academy plummeted in a straight line. When the court audience ended early, he would grudgingly go; when it ended late, Da Wang would say it wasn't worth making the trip.

That morning, after working all morning, Da Wang immediately decided to give himself free time in the afternoon.

Slapping his thigh, he thought of a new pastime: 'Let's combine work and rest— it's time to take the White Dragon Horse out for a stroll!'

That flashy horse had always been kept hidden; he wouldn't delay sneaking it out to feed it a beast pellet when he had nothing to do, but now that it's out, Da Wang finds it much more obedient.

No beast is too unruly for a beast pellet to handle; if there is, it's considered intermediate.

Da Wang dismissed the attendants, then placed the white horse in the main hall of the Year Feather Hall. To calm its fierce nature, he first gave it a beast pellet; the horse's eyes visibly calmed, evidently recognizing Da Wang, and it stood respectfully still, turning its head to survey the hall.

Da Wang didn't ride it either, just walked around it in circles, occasionally reaching out to ruffle its fur for his own pleasure.

'It's really white!'

Da Wang looked at his White Dragon Horse, then gazed at the White Marsh lazily basking in the sun by the window, 'They really look alike!'

White Marsh: '…… You belong to the attacking divine beasts.'

'Don't be arrogant— they come from the cultivation realm of Canglang, the human incarnation of the White Dragon's son; saying it out loud would still make a splash!'

White Marsh lazily flicked its tail, 'Then go out and say it~'

Da Wang: '…… Hmph!' That's basically nobody would believe it!

Da Wang rolled his eyes, 'Xiao Zao has a name; let me give you one too! How about… White Dragon.'

White Marsh: 'What a creative name! Are you sure you want to share the same name as your father?'

Da Wang: 'Never mind that— if you're going to mooch off me, I won't worry about these details. White Marsh, White Dragon, you're like brothers hahaha~ Judging by build you're a bit bigger, so let's call you the elder brother, how about that?'

White Marsh ignored him, so Da Wang dragged the White Dragon over to it, forcing a recognition of kinship. 'Look, this is your elder brother; you both have the 'white' generation!'

The White Marsh by the window rolled its eyes, then finally lifted those deep-purple eyes; at a glance, the approaching White Dragon immediately slid to a kneel, its two front hooves bending and smashing onto the floor tiles with a 'Duang!'

Then the hind hooves also touched down; the White Dragon lay prostrate in the hall, its previously raised little head finally lowering.

Da Wang truly didn't know whether to feel sorry for the tiles or the horse— both are expensive!

'Ah, my tiles! Why are you scaring it? If you frighten it stupid, it'll become a beautiful idiot, unfit for battle!'

White Marsh ignored him, its deep-purple eyes fixed on the White Dragon, 'You're no different from the horses of this realm; from now on you must be more loyal to your master.'

If Marquis Wei Ting were present, he'd be very familiar with that strange tone— carrying a unique rhythm, completely different from the way the Great Jin speak, like an ancient sigh that strikes the soul.

Marquis Wei Ting isn't here; only his foolish grandson is.

This guy kept slapping his own ears beside him, 'What's going on? I just heard your voice as if it were coming from far away… no, it's just in my head?'

This guy was utterly confused, tilting his head and slapping his ears, 'What's wrong with my ears— are they broken?'

White Marsh: ……

'Your ears are fine; the problem might be your brain.' It then reverted to its casual tone when speaking to Da Wang.

Da Wang stood straight, delighted, 'It's fixed again!'

White Marsh: ……

As the words fell, Wei Shen's voice was heard asking the little eunuch outside, '…… Why are you standing so far away, Your Highness? … Why were you driven out?'

Da Wang forgot about his ears, almost jumping on the spot, 'Hide quickly, hide quickly!'

White Marsh didn't understand: 'You're about to take it out to ride— why are you afraid he'll see it?'

'Oh… it's a conditioned reflex.' He'd been secretly hiding it for over a year, and Da Wang had grown accustomed to it.

Da Wang stood calmly, retracted the claw that was about to hit the recall, and from now on this horse, no matter what, is claimed to have been bought by the Chief Steward on the grasslands.

Sigh… Back then I only bought that blind box, spending money for my father's birthday gift; now my father is gone. This horse… no longer has to fear anyone's covetousness.

Wei Shen knocked twice on the gate, symbolically called out "Your Highness," and without waiting for the King to utter a sound, he rudely pushed the door open.

He thought the King had driven away the attending palace servants; there could only be one explanation—he was causing trouble.

He intended to catch him in the act; Wei Ke's bias toward the King was still too thick, so he planned to help smooth things over.

As he pushed the door open, the King stood honestly in the hall, not causing trouble, not making a fuss—wait!

At a glance, the spacious hall had several fluffy clumps; today seemed off, there were two white ones!

"Huh? Two white marsh beasts!" Both were lying on the ground; this guy took a quick glance and couldn't see clearly.

The King ignored him, went over and dragged the honest white dragon that was lying prone on the ground to its feet.

"Can't you give one of the two white marsh beasts to my older brother, Your Majesty?"

The King: "…Has your older brother reached the age of blurred vision? It's clearly a horse, a horse!"

After the white dragon rose to its feet, Wei Shen examined it closely; this examination was astonishing—"What a splendid steed! A new breed from the ranch?"

The King could finally share his beloved horse with others; this had been suffocating him.

"Xiao Zao's younger brother White Dragon, looks good, huh? It's super good at running, great stamina, also resistant to hunger, awesome, right?"

"Wei Shen nodded and nodded and nodded, almost drooling; this horse and his white gold wild horse have different temperaments. Although both are white, white gold wild horses aren't rare in the Northern Border—there are already several. Throwing this one in with them… probably like their horse king!"

"White gold wild horses are wild; this horse it…"

""Great King, I want to report, it looks down on me! Really, it gives me a sideways glance!""

"Great King wouldn't help him, laughing loudly at the side; that horse's gaze grew ever more arrogant, and Wei Shen also felt increasingly unable to cope."

""Not helping me, huh? You're asking for a beating! I'm about to do it myself……" Great King hurriedly stood between the older cousin and the horse; the hall erupted in chaos, and Zhetian and Xiong couldn't miss this excitement."

"Bai Ze really couldn't stand these noisy guys, and spoke up to warn: ""Wei Ke is here!"""

"The two hurriedly stood together and shouted in unison:"

""Older cousin, Wei Shen came here to cause trouble!"

""Elder brother, Wei Tai Ping is raising horses in the house!"

"Wei Ke slowly drew back his leg that was about to step over the threshold, ""Sorry, I took the wrong turn; just pretend I'm still at the North Great Camp.""

"Bai Ze: ……"