Chapter 88: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 88: An Wang Sends Yan Wang to the Military Camp

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

After a bumpy journey all the way, they finally arrived at the destination — the military camp. Once the carriage came to a steady halt, An Wang stepped down first and instructed Yan Wang to wait a moment, to act together after he returned.

Then, An Wang strode with firm steps toward the interior of the military camp. Along the way, all the officers and soldiers, upon seeing An Wang's figure, had excitement and reverence flashing in their eyes, and shouted in unison: "Greetings, An Wang!" Facing the officers and soldiers' enthusiastic greetings, An Wang wore a smile and nodded to each in response.

Before long, An Wang went straight to Wang Ting's tent. The tent flap was gently lifted; Wang Ting caught sight of An Wang stepping inside, hurriedly knelt in salute, cupped his fists and said: "Paying respects to An Wang!" Seeing this, An Wang quickly stepped forward, waved his hand gently, and said in a gentle voice: "I've told you long ago, between you and me there's no need for such great courtesy. Rise quickly!"

Wang Ting was seen scratching the back of his head while grinning broadly, then said: "Rites cannot be abandoned!" Moreover, Wang Ting this man was truly tall and burly, a body of tendon-muscle appearing exceptionally sturdy;

his skin sun-baked a dark, glossy bronze, as if plated with a layer of ancient copper luster. Looking at his build, he stood there like a small mountain, giving a feeling of being unshakable.

After a brief pause, Wang Ting immediately asked again: "Wonder what An Wang's grand visit at this time is for?"

As soon as the words fell, An Wang smiled and replied: "Didn't I mention to you two days ago? Today my son is coming into this military camp; I truly couldn't set my mind at ease, so I personally brought him here. I arrived a step ahead; he will enter later."

Hearing this, Wang Ting hurriedly responded: "So it is like that; this official understands. After he comes, this official will certainly take extra care of him."

However, what Wang Ting never expected was that An Wang's next words shocked him greatly. An Wang said: "Mm, indeed he needs proper looking after, but the method... if others run ten laps, have him run twenty."

Hearing this, Wang Ting couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, face full of puzzlement as he pressed: "Ah? Your Highness, could it be this brat angered you? Why such special treatment?"

An Wang looked at Wang Ting with a solemn face and slowly explained: "Not so, not so. The reason I ask this is to hope to use this chance to let him obtain thorough tempering, not to come here and enjoy a comfortable life. So I hope General will strictly demand of him." Wang Ting indicated he understood; An Wang said nothing more and left.

When An Wang returned, he saw Yan Wang sitting quietly in the carriage. After An Wang boarded, he smiled and said softly to Yan Wang: "Go, child, go find Wang Ting; he will properly arrange everything."

Yan Wang tightly gripped the small bundle in his hand, nodded obediently and replied: "This son understands, Father King." Finished speaking, he nimbly leapt down from the carriage.

Feet just touching ground, Yan Wang paused slightly, turned back and gazed deeply at the carriage behind him. However, after merely a brief glance, he strode toward the military camp without hesitation, head never turning back.

An Wang sat quietly inside the carriage, watching Yan Wang's receding figure gradually merge into that bustling, clamorous military camp. For some reason, at this moment, watching his son's departing back, a strong surge of emotion welled up in An Wang's heart unbidden — truly, my family has a son who has grown up!

Only after Yan Wang completely disappeared from An Wang's sight did An Wang slowly withdraw his gaze, turn to the driver and instruct: "Return to the residence." With the driver waving the whip, the carriage slowly turned and proceeded toward the Wangfu.

When the carriage finally reached the Wangfu gate, An Wang at once spotted the Wangfei who had long been waiting at the gate, looking out expectantly. He hurriedly stepped forward, gently took the Wangfei's slightly cold hands, and said caringly: "The wind is strong outside, the weather is gradually turning cool; Imperial Consort had best come inside with me to rest, don't catch cold and harm your body."

The Wangfei lifted her head slightly, eyes full of anticipation and urgency, and asked impatiently: "Your Highness, did Wang'er say anything to you before leaving?"

An Wang gently shook his head, sighed and answered: "No. This child just silently shouldered his bundle, then resolutely walked into the military camp, not leaving a single superfluous word."

Hearing this, the Wangfei's face couldn't help but reveal a trace of unconcealable desolation and disappointment. An Wang keenly sensed the Wangfei's inner unease, and softly comforted: "Imperial Consort need not worry; Wang'er has rest days every month; on his leave day he will naturally return and reunite with us.

Moreover, should Wang'er encounter any matter in the army, or have any discomfort, Wang Ting will certainly send someone to report to this King." Hearing this, the Wangfei's highly suspended heart finally settled a little, but worry still lingered between her brows.

Time flowed; in a blink it was time for Shangshufang to end class. Qianqian and Yan Jie returned home together; night fell, the family sat around the dining table sharing dinner. Yet when everyone's gazes swept over that seat originally belonging to Yan Wang, a faint sense of loss welled up in their hearts.

The Wangfei even couldn't help muttering to herself, her heart full of concern for her son far away in the military camp, mouth incessantly murmuring: "Wonder if Wang'er is eating well there? Sleeping comfortably?"

Beside her, Yan Shuang'er saw this and hurriedly spoke to comfort: "Mother need not worry excessively; Si Ge has always yearned for the military camp; presumably before long he will fully adapt to life there."

While speaking, Yan Jie was seen extending his chopsticks, picking up a huge Four Joy Meatball from the plate, carefully placing it into an empty bowl, then turning to look at Qianqian and saying seriously: "Elder Sister, keep the meatball; wait for Si Ge to return and give it to him. Si Ge likes eating Four Joy Meatballs."

Qianqian looked at her younger brother's innocent, adorable appearance, couldn't help feeling both exasperated and amused, shook her head helplessly and replied: "Silly younger brother, if we truly wait until Si Ge returns to enjoy this meatball, it'll long since have gone sour and rotten! You'd better just eat it yourself quickly."

Yan Shuang'er said gently: "Just make him another when he returns; younger brother, you eat it quickly." Yan Jie listened, thought a moment, felt his sisters made sense. So he put the meatball he'd picked out back into the bowl, then began eating with relish.

He chewed with smacking sounds, eating until his mouth was full of oil, that appearance indescribably fragrant. The people beside him, seeing Yan Jie eat so happily, were unconsciously infected by him, temporarily forgetting that Yan Wang had already gone to the military camp.