Prince Mu led Lord Xuan Tong into the estate. Lord Xuan Tong remained taciturn the entire way, and Prince Mu had grown used to it.
Ever since finding Lord Xuan Tong in those mountains, Lord Xuan Tong had rarely spoken. His face always wore that impatient expression. Although Prince Mu found it somewhat irritating, he did not dare lose his temper. After all, his future glory, wealth, and cultivation all depended on Lord Xuan Tong's assistance.
"Lord Xuan Tong, you've had a tiring journey. I've already ordered the estate to prepare fine wine and delicacies to welcome you!"
"After that, you can rest at Yaotai Waterside Pavilion. Tomorrow, I'll enter the palace to meet His Majesty and request an edict conferring the title of king upon me. What do you think?"
Prince Mu asked Lord Xuan Tong with a smile.
"Is there wine?" Lord Xuan Tong asked casually.
Prince Mu's brows rose, and a trace of delight appeared in his eyes.
Fine wine?
Then this would be easy. Prince Mu had no other talents, but getting a few jars of fine wine in Lingxiao City and the Celestial God Tomb was as easy as reaching out for something.
Since Lord Xuan Tong had a demand, that was a good thing.
What Prince Mu feared was that Lord Xuan Tong would ask for nothing at all. People without wants or desires were the hardest to deal with.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Prince Mu immediately agreed. "Bring out ten jars of Thousand-Year Flower Wine. No, bring out a hundred jars. Tonight, I'll drink with Lord Xuan Tong until neither of us can leave sober!"
"Yes!" Steward Mu Gou agreed with a broad smile, but his heart jolted.
Thousand-Year Flower Wine was the finest wine in Lingxiao City. Even in the Celestial God Tomb,