Chapter 549: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 642: An Impertinent Request

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The Emperor's words made Yan Wang somewhat embarrassed; he scratched his head, not knowing how to speak up. An Wang, seeing this, hurriedly took over the conversation, saying with a smile: "Imperial Brother's words are absolutely correct. Wang'er has indeed surpassed his teacher now."

Hearing this, the Emperor revealed a gratified smile on his face and said: "However, one must admit, your method of teaching children truly has a knack to it! Look at these children of yours — each and every one is so outstanding, truly enviable! Unlike Us, those few children are all mediocre, with nothing special about them."

An Wang hurriedly poured a cup of wine for the Emperor and comforted him: "Imperial Brother need not belittle yourself so. The Crown Prince and the other Princes each have their own characteristics, and each has their own shining points.

Moreover, children's growth still requires time and opportunity; perhaps one day they will suddenly awaken and display extraordinary talent."

The Emperor, hearing An Wang's words, naturally understood in his heart that he was comforting himself, but still felt somewhat helpless.

He picked up his wine cup, took a light sip, then said to Yan Wang: "Wang'er ah, Imperial Uncle has an impertinent request; wonder if you can agree?"

Yan Wang, hearing the Emperor's such solemn tone, couldn't help but feel his heart tighten; he hurriedly straightened his body and asked, sitting upright properly: "Imperial Uncle, what matter do you have to instruct your nephew?"

Seeing this, the Emperor smiled faintly, personally poured a full cup of wine for Yan Wang, then gently pushed the wine cup before him.

Seeing this, Yan Wang was somewhat at a loss; he held the wine cup tightly with both hands.

The Emperor, looking at Yan Wang's appearance, couldn't help but feel a warm current surge in his heart. He slowly spoke: "Wang'er ah, Imperial Uncle has a matter to entrust. Regardless of who inherits the throne in the future, you must wholeheartedly assist him, letting our Dachang Kingdom become increasingly prosperous and flourishing."

Yan Wang, hearing these words, his originally taut nerves instantly relaxed. He smiled with a sense of relief and said: "Imperial Uncle, please rest assured! As long as your nephew still has a breath in him, Dachang's territory absolutely will not tolerate invasion by others!"

The Emperor, hearing Yan Wang's words, was deeply moved in his heart. He recalled these years, how Old Seventh had always loyally assisted him, and now Old Seventh's son was also so sensible — truly making him feel doubly gratified.

However, the Emperor also deeply knew that as royal offspring, they bore an inescapable responsibility, but at the same time, they also had the right to choose their own life path. They could completely give up military power and just be carefree, leisurely idle princes.

Thinking to here, the Emperor's nose suddenly felt a bit sore. He raised his wine cup and drained it in one go together with Yan Wang. This cup of wine was not only an exhortation to Yan Wang, but also his trust and expectations toward him.

This meal, the three people ate while chatting; unknowingly, time had already reached afternoon.

Night gradually fell, the sky growing dark. An Wangfei had long since made full preparations in advance; she not only meticulously dressed up, but also dispatched servants to go to each courtyard, informing them to tidy up and gather at the entrance.

After everything was arranged properly, An Wangfei personally stood outside An Wang Fu, quietly waiting for everyone's arrival.

Time passed minute by second; finally, a pink figure appeared in sight, leaping like a sprite.

Qianqian wore a pink dress, like a flower blooming in spring, delicate and moving. She hopped along happily, walking straight toward An Wangfei, then intimately linked her arm with hers.

An Wangfei smiled as she looked at Qianqian, her eyes revealing a trace of doting.

However, when she noticed Qianqian's attire, she nodded in satisfaction.

She had previously reminded Qianqian to dress up a little, after all tonight's Imperial Banquet was no ordinary affair.

According to the Emperor, this banquet was not only a Victory Celebration Banquet, but also a matchmaking banquet; eligible young masters and misses from various families would all attend. An Wangfei naturally hoped Qianqian could present herself in the best state.

Qianqian had indeed meticulously dressed up; she didn't want to make An Wangfei angry. Just then, a figure wearing black robes slowly approached.

Yan Wang's appearance seemed to bring a trace of chill to the surrounding air. His black robes formed a stark contrast with Qianqian's pink dress, further highlighting his cold and aloof temperament.

And not far behind him was An Wang. After everyone had assembled, An Wangfei took Qianqian and boarded that bright carriage behind.

Yan Wang then sat in the first carriage together with An Wang. For this trip, only two carriages were prepared in total; the reason was none other than that the only eligible and single people were Qianqian and Yan Wang, those two alone.

Wheels rumbled, speeding toward the Imperial Palace. Along the way they encountered many carriages, but fortunately the road was wide and no congestion occurred.

Not long after, the majestic Imperial Palace came into view. Led by the guiding eunuch, everyone found their own seats.

After a short while, Ai Sheng and Guo Lanxin walked in together, Ai Jiao following closely behind.

After Ai Sheng took his seat, Guo Lanxin spotted An Wangfei at a glance, then immediately stepped forward quickly and chatted intimately with An Wangfei.

An Wangfei had also not visited Yan Xiner for quite some time; the two, upon meeting, chatted heatedly like old friends reunited after a long separation.

Simultaneously, to the side Ai Jiao plopped down right between Yan Wang and Qianqian. Ai Jiao seemed full of curiosity toward Qianqian, chattering non-stop.

Actually, as early as when in the military camp, he had already noticed Qianqian.

At that time Qianqian, dressed in male attire, was dashing and spirited, but because the military camp had many personnel and loose tongues, Ai Jiao worried that if word accidentally leaked out, it would damage Qianqian's reputation.

So, despite his heart being full of curiosity about Qianqian's appearance, he still forcibly held back and did not open his mouth to ask.

Until today, Ai Jiao had just returned, and he eagerly crowded over to Qianqian's side.

However, because An Wangfei was sitting right beside them, Qianqian obviously had misgivings and dared not tell the truth. Facing Ai Jiao's questioning, she could only vaguely perfunctorily brush him off.

Ai Jiao, seeing this, naturally understood Qianqian's difficulty; after all they were childhood friends, the tacit understanding between them went without saying.

Thus, he very tactfully changed the topic, chatting about other things, but in his heart secretly thinking: when there's time he must go find Qianqian to play again, and then carefully ask her what exactly is going on.

To the side, Yan Wang's face was gloomy as he stared fixedly at those two, always feeling this kid was a bit too close to Qianqian. However, An Wang seemed not to have noticed Yan Wang's abnormality; he was chatting happily with Ai Sheng.

Time quietly flowed away; the sky gradually darkened, night fell, and the banquet's colorful lights suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire feast as bright as day.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing merrily, suddenly a sharp, thin voice tore through the air, and everyone's conversation came to an abrupt halt. Immediately after, only that voice was heard calling out loudly: "The Emperor arrives!"