Negotiating Terms

"Eunuch Zhang."

Jia Wen smiled and spoke to Zhang Lu, who was hurrying toward him:

"What's the rush? Is something urgent?"

"There was something urgent, but there isn't anymore!"

Zhang Lu smiled back at Jia Wen, then lowered his voice:

"His Majesty sent me out of the palace to find you and take you to Chengxin Study. His Majesty is in a foul mood right now, so please be mindful, Duke Jia."

"I understand."

Jia Wen simply nodded lightly.

And Xiao Jue was angry right now?

So what?

Did he dare bare his teeth at him?

Jia Wen didn't care in the slightest. He merely clasped his hands and bowed respectfully toward the white-haired elder behind him.

"Master, I'll take you to meet the emperor of Great Yan."

The white-haired elder said nothing, only nodding lightly.

The Duke of Qi's master?

Zhang Lu looked at the white-haired elder behind Jia Wen in surprise.

Only then did he take a proper look at the old man for the first time.

Were it not for the old man's head of white hair and the wrinkles on his face, Zhang Lu would never have believed he was elderly.

His back was simply too straight.

Yet from his face, he looked to be at least seventy.

But that wasn't the most important thing.

"Duke Jia..."

Zhang Lu looked troubled.

"His Majesty said he wanted to see you. If you were to bring your respected master before His Majesty without warning, I'm afraid that might be a little..."

"Fine."

Jia Wen raised a hand and waved it in front of Zhang Lu, then said with a smile:

"When the time comes, please inform His Majesty first. If he agrees, I'll bring my master in. How does that sound?"

Zhang Lu's lips moved twice.

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