Chapter 161: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 160: Ai Jiao Prepares to Enter the Military Camp

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the thin mist, gently falling upon the stone-paved roads of the Imperial Palace. The officials concluded the morning court session and filed out one after another.

Just then, Ai Sheng intercepted An Wang's path with quick eyes and hands, and spoke courteously: "Your Highness An Wang, may I borrow a moment of your time to speak?" An Wang gave a slight nod, indicating assent, then followed Ai Sheng to a relatively secluded spot to the side.

Ai Sheng took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Your Highness An Wang, this old minister has an impertinent request today, and hopes you will grant it. To speak frankly, this old minister hopes you can help send my son Ai Jiao into the Yan Family Army."

Upon hearing this, An Wang secretly mused: Unexpected, that girl Qianqian handles matters with such high efficiency. He smiled slightly and replied: "Sending Ai Jiao into the Yan Family Army is naturally no problem, but you must consider carefully — the Yan Family Army's training is extraordinarily arduous, not something ordinary people can endure."

Ai Sheng replied without hesitation: "Jiao'er has always been brave and steadfast, never fearing hardship or toil. Joining the Yan Family Army has long been his heart's deepest wish; I earnestly beg Your Highness An Wang to grant it."

Between the lines, a father's deep love and support for his child was revealed. An Wang gave a slight nod and replied: "Very well, this king will arrange it properly. Once everything is properly arranged, I will send someone specifically to inform you. You go tell Ai Jiao to make preparations in advance; roughly three to five days or so."

Ai Sheng hurriedly cupped his fists in salute and said gratefully: "Many thanks, An Wang! This kindness, I shall engrave upon my heart."

An Wang waved his hand and said loudly: "Think nothing of it, a trivial matter. This king still has important business, so I will take my leave first."

With that, he lifted his foot, strode away, his figure receding into the distance, and soon vanished at the end of the street. Only Ai Sheng remained standing quietly in place, watching the direction An Wang had departed, secretly pondering.

In truth, Ai Sheng knew in his heart like a clear mirror that entering the Yan Family Army was no easy feat. This time, if not for An Wang considering the bond between Qianqian and Xin'er — especially Xin'er — this matter likely would not have been possible at all.

Thinking to this point, Ai Sheng secretly resolved that upon returning, he must inform his aged wife at home that henceforth she must treat Yan Xin'er with even greater care and attention.

Before long, Ai Sheng hurried back to the Shangshu Fu. From afar, he saw Ai Jiao already waiting early at the gate. Seemingly craning his neck in anticipation of his return.

Ai Jiao spotted Ai Sheng's figure from afar and immediately trotted over to meet him, asking with a face full of concern: "How did it go, Father? Did things go smoothly?"

Ai Sheng nodded with a smile on his face and replied softly: "An Wang has agreed to our request. Make your preparations; in roughly three to five days, arrangements can be made for you to enter."

Hearing this good news, Ai Jiao excitedly leapt straight upward, a full three chi off the ground! Then, overjoyed, he turned and sprinted toward the family courtyard, planning along the way what items he needed to bring and what else he needed to rush out and buy.

Time rushed by; in the blink of an eye three days passed. Tomorrow was Yan Wang's rest day. After today's training ended, Yan Wang rode that majestic Zhuiying steed, slowly setting foot on the road back to An Wangfu.

Simultaneously, An Wang had long since instructed servants to go inform Ai Sheng of the relevant matters. When Yan Wang returned to the military camp tomorrow, Ai Jiao could go with him. Upon receiving the news, Ai Sheng dared not delay in the slightest, rushing without stop to Ai Jiao's side to convey this important information. Upon learning of this, Ai Jiao did not say another word and immediately set off straight for An Wangfu.

When Ai Jiao arrived at An Wangfu in a flurry, Yan Wang, who had just returned home, was preparing to wash and bathe to relieve his fatigue.

Seeing Ai Jiao arrive, the servants in the fu hurried forward and said respectfully: "Young Master Ai, please wait a moment; the Young Master is currently washing up inside the room." So Ai Jiao could only obediently stand in the courtyard where Yan Wang resided and wait patiently.

After about a quarter of an hour, the tightly shut door was finally gently pushed open. Yan Wang wore a loose white robe, his wet hair draped over his shoulders, and he slowly stepped out of the room.

Yan Wang standing before everyone now had a height that already surpassed his father An Wang, causing one to marvel at the speed of his growth. Looking at his features, they actually bore an eight-tenths resemblance to An Wang, especially the spirit between his brows and eyes, as if cast from the same mold.

And the aura he exuded was even more unique — cold and distant, like an unapproachable iceberg, making one shrink back in awe.

If not for Ai Jiao having known Yan Wang for a long time, seeing him like this now would likely also give rise to fear.

Ai Jiao hurriedly quick-stepped forward and said to Yan Wang with a face full of delight: "Yan Wang Elder Brother, I can go to the military camp with you tomorrow!" However, faced with these sudden words, Yan Wang wore a blank expression, clearly knowing nothing of this. After all, he had just returned home and had not yet learned of this from his father.

So Yan Wang asked doubtfully: "Hmm? What does this mean?"