Chapter 11: Duke Ding Was Bewildered: This Is My Grandson?

Outside the Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Luandian.

The hundred officials were buzzing with discussion.

Gao Yang followed behind Gao Feng; the golden sunlight bathed his body, warm and cozy, making it hard to keep his eyes open.

He felt utterly relaxed and at ease.

Today's crisis was now completely resolved.

He hadn't expected the Empress to be so fond of sinister plots, but coincidentally, while he couldn't manage grand strategies for the nation and its people,

when it came to sinister plots, he had a bellyful of them.

In this regard, without exaggeration, he was a professional.

"Father, since Her Majesty did not order a beating, does that mean I have passed this trial? When we return to the residence later, I won't still get beaten, right?"

Gao Yang asked tentatively.

In the Duke Ding Residence, family discipline had always been administered with a stick.

"Hmm,

your performance today... has left this father extremely satisfied."

Gao Feng's voice came through, yet it sounded strange, as if hiding some troubled thought.

But Gao Yang didn't overthink it; instead, he began to look forward to the days ahead.

His father was the current Vice Minister of Revenue, and his grandfather was the reigning Duke; this clearly made him a top-tier official's son in Great Qian.

In his previous life, if he had possessed such a prestigious identity, why would he have needed to toil over crafting schemes?

Here in Great Qian, one might still need to pass the imperial examinations, but in the modern era, he could simply write an essay titled, "My Duke Grandfather and My Vice Minister Father!"

Without daring to promise anything else, he would certainly secure a top ranking in any composition competition.

Unless the competing entries included titles like "My Prime Minister Father" or "My Emperor Grandfather"!

Otherwise, victory was absolutely guaranteed.

Reborn into a new life, he now held such a prestigious status that allowed him to walk sideways across all of Changancheng.

If he didn't visit the pleasure quarters to listen to songs and woo the top courtesans, he would be letting down his identity as a prodigal son.

The ancient brothels were something he absolutely had to experience.

Just as Gao Yang was lost in thought, Gao Feng ahead suddenly stopped.

Gao Yang, caught off guard, crashed straight into Gao Feng.

His forehead throbbed with pain, forcing Gao Yang to reach up and rub it.

But when he looked up, he found Gao Feng staring straight at him.

Those eyes were filled with complex emotions.

"Father, what is wrong?"

Gao Yang grew somewhat nervous; could it be that Gao Feng had become angrier the more he thought about it and still intended to beat him?

But Gao Feng merely looked at him, saying nothing.

This only made Gao Yang even more panicked.

After a full half-moment, Gao Feng reached out and patted Gao Yang on the shoulder, saying, "As the old saying goes, 'Brothers fight tigers together, and father and son march into battle side by side.'"

"This is the first time this father has been a father; there are surely shortcomings, so you... do not take it too much to heart."

Having said this, Gao Feng turned and walked away.

His silhouette, illuminated by the golden sunlight, stretched out long and long, looking remarkably like someone going to buy oranges.

It was Gao Yang who was left bewildered.

What did Gao Feng mean by these words?

Just as Gao Feng and Gao Yang slowly made their way back, news of what had transpired in the court that day spread throughout Changancheng at the fastest possible speed.

Especially the Empress's two great questions and Gao Yang's two great answers circulated with lightning speed.

This speed was even faster than Gao Yang's own return to the residence.

"..."

The Duke's Residence.

"This old man has ridden into battle for Great Qian for fifty years, facing life and death; bring me my armor and helmet, for this old man must seek an audience with His Majesty."

Deep within the inner quarters, in a room that was simple and aged yet radiated killing intent, an elderly voice rang out.

Hearing the voice, the Gao family retainers brought forth a suit of red, weathered iron armor.

Though these Gao family retainers spoke not a word, their movements were crisp and efficient, their entire beings permeated with a killing intent forged amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

At a glance, they were all masters.

At this moment, they all looked toward an elderly man of about seventy; the old man wore a dignified expression and a purple robe, and merely by standing there, he made one feel an irresistible urge to kneel.

Gao Gao Gao Tianlong, the number one figure in the Great Qian military, who had campaigned for fifty years, was a ruthless man who had truly fought his way out of piles of the dead, single-handedly establishing this foundation.