northernbook Chapter 200 Why did the noble come?
Chapter 200 Why did the noble come?
Accompanied by Yue Pengyu and Yue Tianci, they went to inspect the casting pool at Hengjian Villa.
Xiao Zhengdu left the banquet in a grand manner, leaving behind the old owner of the manor, who was trembling even when walking, as well as all the other idlers.
The old owner of the manor, Yue Kun, was surrounded by his eight remaining children and went back to the house to rest, while they also talked about family matters.
The Songhe Courtyard where the old owner of the manor, who had not returned home for a long time, lived was still spotless. Yue Kun was surrounded by his many children, who were asking about his well-being. He lay on the couch with his eyes closed, as if thinking about something.
"Although it was a distinguished guest, Old Ten was too cautious. It doesn't matter if he called us back from afar. Father is not in good health, so why did he come back?"
A fat middle-aged man spoke first, "No one in Yunsu City has heard of the nobles' visit. Father, are you sure they are real? How can a Youshan King and a Zhenguo Duke not have any pomp and ceremony at all?"
The other steady woman beside him sneered, "You mean they are fake? You are uninformed and stupid, but the people in Yunsu City are not stupid."
"Yue Fengling, do you have a brain? If they are really of noble status, is it our turn to come to Hengjian Villa to welcome them? Are they eating for free like the prefect of Yunsu City?"
The fat middle-aged man laughed and said, "In my opinion, Yue Pengyu was deceived. They didn't allow the soldiers to come in because they were afraid of being exposed."
When talking about Yue Pengyu, Yue Fengling became silent. She was not very willing for her father to give Hengjian Villa to her.
"The Tenth Elder has a simple mind. She called us back just to benefit my Yue family. He is the younger brother and favorite minister of His Majesty."
Someone spoke for Yue Pengyu, but his voice was a little lower.
Someone immediately retorted, "He is not your Majesty's biological brother... and the so-called favorite minister has only just returned to the capital."
The old owner Yue Kun opened his eyes and looked at the person who was speaking with a sharp gaze, "Old Fourth, do you know what happened in the capital? What do Prince Youshan and the Duke of Zhenguo look like? Why did they suddenly come to Yunsu City?"
He actually had some doubts about the identities of the two people, but the people standing outside the gate of Hengjian Villa were indeed soldiers, who seemed to be there to protect them, but they refused to see them...
The fourth one, Yue Zhanchi, was a woman who looked like an accountant. She stood up and said to the old owner,
"No news has come out of the capital, but their appearance does fit the legendary King Youshan and the Duke of Zhenguo," she said.
"When your majesty celebrated his birthday, Prince Youshan and the Duke of Zhenguo passed through the capital with your majesty's guard of honor. Many people saw them."
Yue Zhanchi was thinking of something, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not. However, since his father was around, it would be best for him to decide.
"Your Majesty, someone blocked the road to protest for justice, and then encountered an assassin. Maybe..."
Maybe he came to investigate the assassin.
"Assassin?" Another voice interrupted, "Did he use the sword from my Hengjian Villa?"
Otherwise, why would he come to their Hengjian Villa?
Yue Zhanchi shook his head, "I don't know about that."
Yue Kun felt relieved when he heard them talking. If they were just here to investigate the assassin, it would have nothing to do with Hengjian Villa.
Even if the sword that assassinated His Majesty was from Hengjian Villa, Yue Kun would not be afraid.
Just say that the sword has been sold, even if it is murder or arson, what does it have to do with him.
"He didn't stay in Yunsu City, but came to my Hengjian Villa. Does that mean the assassin is a Jianghu person?"
The group was guessing who had caused the disaster.
"As long as it's not... that thing, it's fine." The fat middle-aged man whispered, "If it's that thing... we're done."