Wang Long exchanged a complicated look with Wang Hanying. He already understood what his mother was thinking.
The two of them also came to the same decision.
Perhaps even Yuan Tiangang had not expected that this private conversation between mother and son would mean he would not have to wait until the Battle of Youzhou was over.
Chu Xuanao sat within the prince's manor. With a sweep of his sleeve, Ghost Servant put away the Golden Light Mirror. They had just finished a video call with Zhu Wushi and the others; they had already arrived in Tingliu City, Taizhou.
Afterward, they would retrieve the batch of treasures his mother had hidden away for him.
As for Yuan Tiangang, after leaving Shenying Marquis Manor several days ago, he had reported the matter to Chu Xuanao.
By last night, Yuan Tiangang had already set up an array and prepared everything. He drew down the moonlight of the heavens for Wang Hanying, supplementing it with precious medicine to restore her foundations.
Early this morning, Yuan Tiangang had reported again. He conveyed Shenying Marquis Manor's gratitude to the Prince of Qin and explained that Shenying Marquis Manor had submitted.
Thinking of Shenying Marquis Manor, Chu Xuanao truly found his Imperial Father somewhat difficult to understand.
If he were a tyrannical ruler, Wang Hanying's head would have long since been hanging above Tiandu City; if he were a benevolent sage ruler, then with the immense merit Shenying Marquis Manor had earned in the past, they would not have had to beg high and low without even a single healing pill.
All Chu Xuanao could say was that his Imperial Father was a little petty. Thinking of his own childhood experiences... well, he also had a slightly twisted sense of humor.
Thinking of Youzhou, everything