Chapter 601

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Seeing An Wangfei act as if she didn't care about what had just happened, An Wang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ouyang Chengren saw this and quickly smiled in response: "Alright, thank you, Aunt!"

However, just then, An Wang beside him seemed unwilling to compromise. He suddenly leaned close to Ouyang Chengren and asked with a concerned expression: "Xiao Ren, how exactly are your injuries? Do you need me to find a doctor to give you a proper checkup?"

Hearing this, Ouyang Chengren couldn't help but curse silently in his heart, but he still forced a calm expression on his face and replied: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle. My injuries are nothing serious; they're basically almost healed!"

In reality, his wounds had just scabbed over and were far from fully healed. But he was afraid Qianqian would worry too much if she found out, so he could only say they were nearly fine.

An Wang at this moment obviously didn't know the truth. Seeing Ouyang Chengren say so confidently that he was fine, he nodded believing him, then enthusiastically continued to propose: "Since that's the case, that's great! After we finish eating later, let's go to the training ground and spar! Uncle here has rarely met a worthy opponent in recent years; I've long been itching to stretch my muscles and practice my skills!"

After speaking, he even glanced provocatively at Ouyang Chengren, excitement and anticipation flashing in his eyes.

An Wangfei broke the silence first: "There's no rush to spar. Xiao Ren suffered such severe injuries earlier; he needs to rest and recuperate quietly."

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal injured tendons and bones. But it hasn't even been a hundred days since he was shot! I imagine he just didn't want us to worry, so he offered words of comfort earlier."

Under these circumstances, if you insist on sparring with him, even if you win, it wouldn't be an honorable victory!"

An Wangfei's words left An Wang speechless.

He had wanted to retort, but didn't know how, so he helplessly replied: "Since that's the case, let's spar again after your injuries heal."

But in his heart he secretly thought: "By then, I'll definitely teach you a lesson, you brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Ouyang Chengren nodded to indicate his agreement. Everyone witnessed An Wangfei's meticulous care for Ouyang Chengren; even Yan Wang and Yan Jie, who had originally intended to help An Wang, remained silent out of fear, not daring to speak easily.

An Wang had originally planned to make Ouyang Chengren drink, but An Wangfei insisted that Ouyang Chengren had not fully recovered, so mentioning drinking at this time was clearly inappropriate.

Thus, the banquet came to a close in this atmosphere.

After the meal, Hua Hua was still responsible for escorting Ouyang Chengren away. After the group saw Ouyang Chengren off at the gate of An Wang Fu and watched him leave, they each returned to their rooms to rest.

Yan Si looked at Shangguan Xingyu with a face full of curiosity, seeming very interested in how Qianqian and Ouyang Chengren had met.

This time, Shangguan Xingyu did not hide the truth as she had last time, but narrated slowly and methodically, while Yan Si listened attentively.

At the same time, An Wang and An Wangfei had already returned to their courtyard.

As soon as they entered the courtyard gate, An Wangfei completely ignored An Wang beside her and walked straight to the washroom to wash up.

She efficiently completed the entire washing routine, then without hesitation blew out the candle on the table, turned around, and climbed onto the bed to prepare for sleep.

At this moment, An Wang was sitting by the bed washing his feet. Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness. He raised his head in astonishment and muttered blankly: "My lady! This king is still washing his feet here; I can't see anything!"

However, the only response was An Wangfei's ice-cold, bone-piercing voice: "Do you want me to light the candle for you again? What face do you have to ask me to serve you?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over An Wang's heart, leaving him stunned.

He never expected that the usually gentle and demure Wangfei would actually be so merciless in talking back to him.

Although a nameless anger surged in his heart, he dared not easily show it.

After all, just now when he deliberately picked a fight and provoked Ouyang Chengren, he knew An Wangfei was already angry at this moment. If he angered her again, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So, An Wang suppressed his anger, washed his feet in a fluster in the dark, and hurriedly got into bed.

Early the next morning, sunlight filtered through the clouds onto the earth, and the Imperial Palace was peaceful and harmonious.

After the morning court session, the ministers dispersed one by one, but An Wang seemed somewhat hesitant. He walked heavily toward the Yudi, thinking to himself: "Should I go in or not? And how should I open my mouth?"

Standing before the door of the Yudi, An Wang stopped, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if giving himself courage, but in the end still lacked the courage to push open the tightly closed doors.

The two guards beside him saw this and couldn't help but exchange glances, filled with doubt and confusion. They really couldn't understand why this prince, usually composed in his bearing, was hesitating so much at this moment.

However, as attendants, they knew they had no right to speak out of turn, and could only silently watch the scene before them.

Just then, An Wang seemed to suddenly make up his mind, and abruptly stopped his turning body.

He took a deep breath, steadied himself, then strode toward the door of the Yudi and pushed open the door without hesitation.

With a soft "creak," the door was pushed open. The two attendants, taking it as usual, watched An Wang enter the Yudi with wide eyes, without any attempt to stop him.

After entering the study, An Wang bowed to the Emperor, who was bent over reviewing memorials, and shouted loudly: "Imperial Brother!"

Hearing the sound, the Emperor slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on An Wang, and asked curiously: "Hmm? Seventh Brother, what brings you to see me today?"

Facing Imperial Brother's inquiry, a blush rose on An Wang's face. He moved a few steps closer somewhat shyly and said in a low voice: "Imperial Brother, are there any idle positions vacant in the Imperial Palace recently?"

The Emperor never expected that the first words out of his mouth would be this! For a moment, the Emperor was stunned, his thoughts seemingly frozen in an instant. After a while, he came back to himself and asked doubtfully: "What?"

Facing Your Majesty's inquiry, An Wang had no choice but to speak again helplessly: "Imperial Brother, I don't know if there are any vacant positions in the Imperial Palace that could be arranged?"

Hearing this, the Emperor slightly composed himself, began to ponder, and asked in a calm voice in return: "Oh? What field does the position you mention belong to? Is it in the civil or military category?"

An Wang hesitated almost not at all, and answered decisively: "Naturally, military!" The Emperor nodded slightly to show he understood, then asked further: "Then who is this person? How is his martial arts?"

An Wang nodded and replied in a firm tone: "This person's martial arts attainment is unfathomable; compared to this subject, they are evenly matched!"