Chapter 192: When Do You Wish I Had Arrived?

"But Grandmother, Cheng Chengxuan is currently mixed in with the Muyuan Kingdom's group entering the capital; if the news leaks, I fear it will be very dangerous."

Cheng Sitao furrowed his brow, his tone hesitant.

"No, this is too dangerous."

Cheng Old Madam also wore a solemn expression, she let out a soft sigh.

"Cheng Chengxuan is A Zhu's son, my blood-related grandson; if possible, I also wish this secret could remain forever just a secret."

"But you also saw it—Cheng Chengxuan's posture, as if he wanted to personally kill the Shunhe Emperor; you saw it too."

"No matter what, we cannot let him bear the crime of patricide, be pointed at by the world and spat upon."

Hearing this, An Luo stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

What?!

Cheng Chengxuan is actually the dog emperor... pfft!

Is he the Shunhe Emperor's biological son?!

This is too... unbelievable, right?

An Luo was dazed.

"Huh?"

"Fairy Sister, when did you arrive?"

Yu'an slipped over to the farm during his afternoon nap.

The two plots of land his father helped plant last time were already ready for harvest; he prepared to take his sickle inside for a stroll.

Not wanting to, as soon as he entered, he saw Fairy Sister.

Hearing this childish voice, the two grandparents who had just been talking exchanged a glance.

Miss An, you've arrived?

When did you arrive?

How much did you overhear?

Cheng Old Madam's fingers unnaturally twitched twice.

"May I ask, Miss An, when did you arrive?"

Noticing his great-grandmother and father's expressions were off, although he didn't understand why, Yu'an still realized he seemed to have done something wrong.

The little guy stood nervously beside his great-grandmother, glancing at this, then that.

Finally lowering his small head, pursing his small lips, anxiously tugging at his fingers.

Noticing the little guy's low mood, Cheng Old Madam reached out and rubbed Yu'an's head, softly soothing.

"It's fine, this has nothing to do with you."

An Luo tapped the small horn, giving them an embarrassed chuckle twice.

I accidentally overheard others talking, and they were discussing secrets—really, it's just so embarrassing.

Besides, I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping; those words just happened to fly into my ears.

"Well, when would you like me to have arrived?"

Cheng Old Madam froze.

How should I put it—I wish you hadn't come at all.

Cheng Sitao shook his head helplessly.

This is probably just fate.

Well, now we don't even need to consider continuing to keep this secret.

"Miss An, please don't joke with us; since you've heard it anyway, Cheng Chengxuan's side—just trouble yourself to tell him."

With Miss An comforting nearby, Cheng Chengxuan should feel somewhat better in his heart, right?

An Luo: "..."

You've really given me a daunting task.

"I know."

"I came here to bring you news..."

This day, Capital, Sun Manor.

Minister Meng rushed into Minister Sun's study.

"Quick, quick, quick—give me a cup of cool tea, I'm dying of heat!"

He leaned back in the chair, panting from exhaustion, continuously fanning himself with a fan.

Suddenly, a teacup appeared before him.

"Maternal grandfather, you're in such a hurry—is there something urgent?"

Minister Meng drank most of the cool tea, smacked his lips, then shook his head slightly, somewhat disdainfully placing the teacup on the table.

"Compared to chilled watermelon juice, lemon water, and iced cola, it's lacking a bit of flavor."

Hearing this, the bearded, elderly Minister Sun rolled his eyes ungracefully.

Finally, you get to enjoy fresh novelties, huh?!

All day long, seizing every chance to show off!

He immediately gave Minister Meng an impatient wave.

"Go, go, go! Hurry up and leave! Drink your watermelon juice and lemon water elsewhere—don't annoy me here!"

"Our household does not accept visitors!"

So annoying—especially since this person has good things but never says to leave a share for me.

Are we not still good friends who've played together for most of our lives?

Dismissed, Minister Meng was neither hurried nor annoyed, nor did he feel embarrassed.

He lifted his teacup again, took a sip, and finally let out a refreshing sigh.

"Ah, refreshing!"

He shrugged and waved his hand at Minister Sun, looking utterly shameless.

"I'm not leaving; this is tea poured for me by my granddaughter's husband, and I haven't finished it yet."

Minister Sun blew his beard and glared, letting out a heavy humph.

"Hmph!"

Sun Yanqing looked at the two elders, shook his head helplessly, and gave a light laugh.

Today he finally understood what is meant by an old child.

He brought over another cup of cooling tea and asked again.

"Grandfather, you haven't said yet—why did you come rushing over?"

Speaking of the matter, Minister Meng's expression slightly tightened, and his stern gaze swept around the study.

Sun Yanqing understood, stepped outside the doorway.

A moment later, he returned and even closed the study door tightly.

"Grandfather, rest assured—everyone around here is our own people."

Minister Meng only then nodded in satisfaction.

"Good that you're also here—let's discuss this together."

"In these few days, we must quickly prepare and arrange everything properly; we need to temporarily leave the Capital for a period."

Minister Sun's expression turned grave, and he fired off four connected questions.

"Leave?"

"Where to?"

"How to go?"

"How could the Emperor possibly allow us to leave?"

Minister Meng proudly shook his head and stroked his beard.

"You don't need to worry about this—mountain folk have their own clever plans."

Minister Sun let out a light humph.

"Isn't it just relying on the Cheng Family's help?"

"Don't always take credit for yourself!"

When mentioning the Cheng Family, his expression softened somewhat.

"Have they said when they will act?"

The two of them have traded barbs for most of their lives, but though they quarrel, they've always presented a united front at critical moments.

Minister Meng remained calm and composed.

"Just wait a bit longer—it'll only be a few more days."

"So soon?"

Minister Sun was slightly surprised, then immediately fell into a thoughtful expression.

"In just a couple more days, the troops of Muyuan Kingdom will enter the Capital—could it be..."

After drinking two cups of tea and eating several pastries, Minister Meng had eaten and drunk his fill, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

He couldn't help but compare the eighteen-li pastries before him, rivaling imperial kitchen fare, with the bread and cake small sweetmeats Yu'an had respectfully prepared for him.

No comparison—nothing compares.

So dry and choking—where is there a soft, fragrant little cake as delicious?

Speaking of which, these past few days he's truly had his fill.

While savoring the crispness of the potato chips, he reached into his pocket, took out a letter, and handed it to the granddaughter's husband beside him.

"This is a letter written by Qiuyun Yao Tou for you."

"Is it A Yun?!"

Sun Yanqing's face lit up with surprise and joy; he eagerly took the envelope, rubbed it repeatedly, then bowed respectfully to the two.

"Grandfather, Grandfather, I'm returning to my room first."

Having said that, he carefully put away the letter and hurriedly ran out.

Seeing his impatient appearance, Minister Sun helplessly shook his head.

This child is usually quite steady—why, whenever it comes to Qiuyun Yao Tou's matters, does he become like a greenhorn boy year after year?

Suddenly, he thought of something, and the corners of his mouth instantly flattened.

His sharp gaze scrutinized the opposite Minister Meng, making the other feel uneasy inside.

Minister Meng lowered his head to size himself up.

"Old Sun, why are you looking at me like this?"

Minister Sun slightly narrowed his eyes and affirmed.

"So, you can bring things back from there!"

Upon hearing this, Minister Meng's face flickered with an unnatural expression.

Seeing this, Minister Sun naturally understood.

He immediately rose from behind the desk and walked out.

"I just said—Yu'an is such a sensible little doll; how could she possibly only prepare food for you?"

"So, our share was taken by you, wasn't it!"

"Heh, hehe."

Meng Shilang gave an awkward laugh, lifted his leg, and ran out.

"I suddenly remembered there's something at home, I'll go first!"

"No need to see me off!"