11. Meeting a Person?
For the two days before going to the palace, Gong Yiling sent out over a dozen letters, most of them to the Heartflame Empire and the Baiyao Dynasty. The replies had not yet arrived.
However, the replies weren’t urgent. The most crucial thing now was to deal with the Youhan Dynasty’s royal family.
On the day of their visit to the palace, Yan Chuyue and Gong Yiling left the estate Zhao Huaiji had arranged for them and boarded the carriage sent by the palace.
“Ladies,”
After they boarded, the driver said, “Are you Miss Yan and her little assistant?”
“Pfft—”
Yan Chuyue chuckled and rubbed Gong Yiling’s head, whispering in her ear, “He’s calling you, little medicine boy.”
Miss Gong rolled her eyes.
Well, she could have appeared here as a disciple of that Immortal Master (herself), but a little medicine boy was less likely to attract attention.
But she hadn’t thought that this would inexplicably lower her status below Yan Chuyue’s.
From now on, she would have to serve tea and water, and even prepare medicine for her outside. A truly unfortunate child with no family status.
—Oh, it seemed she never had any to begin with.
So she couldn’t help but miss Qiu Shui and the others a little.
And hearing no reply from inside, the driver couldn’t help but ask again, “Miss Yan, what happened?”
“Oh, nothing.” Yan Chuyue said, “My little medicine boy is just a bit upset, so she didn’t reply.”
“I see.” The driver continued, “Before we go to the palace, we have to go somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else?” Yan Chuyue asked, “Is this His Majesty’s order?”
“Yes.” The driver replied, “However, His Majesty also hopes that you two will forget the person you are about to meet.”
“Of course.” Yan Chuyue said, “Do we need to make an oath?”
“There’s no need.” The driver smiled. “There are no walls that don’t leak. If you two do that, His Majesty won’t care about the face of that so-called old sect.”
“This young lady will not bring shame to my master.” Yan Chuyue turned to her and winked. “Little Hua Hua, don’t you think so?”
Pfft!?
What the hell was “Little Hua Hua”!?
Although she hadn’t given her own name as a medicine boy, it couldn’t be “Little Hua Hua”!
Gong Yiling couldn’t help but look at Yan Chuyue and mouth, “You’re Little Hua Hua, your whole family is Little Hua Hua.”
Yan Chuyue smiled and rubbed her head, then said to the driver, “Please, sir.”
“Alright.”
The driver then drove the carriage in the opposite direction of the palace.
On the way, the two had a silent conversation.
The content of the conversation was basically Miss Gong thinking she could have a better name, to replace “Little Hua Hua.”
—Ahem, actually, no. Although they did talk about this for a while, it ended with Yan Chuyue’s victory.
For no other reason than that Yan Chuyue had already thought of her name, Hua Lingling.
“Little Hua Hua” was just a nickname, so it didn’t matter—although it was still very annoying, because this girl would definitely only call her by this nickname and not her full name. What was the point of having a name then!?
As for the rest of the time, it was mainly spent guessing who they were going to meet.
But unfortunately…
Although Yan Chuyue had thought a lot and had arranged the main framework of the subsequent plot, in terms of details, she had at most only designed it up to the Baiyao Dynasty.
As for the secrets of this Youhan Dynasty, she had no description at all, so she naturally didn’t know what this world would make of that part of the plot.
Of course, their destination was not far, so the two soon got their answer.
After getting off the carriage, a rather elegant courtyard appeared before them.
This courtyard was low-key and restrained. The main gate was about the size of someone else’s back door. There was no plaque hanging on it, and the wooden structure had no extra carvings or decorations.
However, the two guards standing outside the door were actually Soul Origin cultivators.
Yes, in this secular land, Soul Origin cultivators were already military officers with positions like deputy generals or lieutenants.
For the royal family to arrange for these people to be guards here, it was clear that the person living here was not simple.
“Who goes there?”
The two guards, seeing someone approaching, immediately drew their weapons and blocked them.
And before Gong Yiling and Yan Chuyue could say anything, the driver stepped forward and, while speaking, took out a token and handed it over.
“His Majesty sent them. Let them pass.”
This token… Gong Yiling seemed to see a character—”Ling.”
This was not a royal token, nor was it a Youcang Court identity token, but the organization this token represented also held a great deal of weight in this Youhan Dynasty.
There were two very important organizations in the Youhan Dynasty. The Youcang Court was the royal family’s most important treasury, and this treasury naturally needed a security system to operate.
This security system was the Youhan Dynasty’s royal elite, directly under the royal family, the Lingxiao Pavilion. In terms of overall strength, this elite was the strongest and most versatile among the Four Kingdoms.
Clearly, their seemingly ordinary driver was not so ordinary.
“It’s… Lord Yuan!”
The two guards, seeing the token, immediately reacted, stepped aside, and made way for them.
“You continue to watch outside. If anyone is watching this place, you know what to do.”
“Yes!”
As he finished speaking, this Lord Yuan led the two into the courtyard.
Although this was not a magnificent place, it was completely different from an ordinary courtyard.
It was filled with the design style of a Huizhou courtyard, and it completely imitated the design of various palace back gardens. All the rockeries, lotus ponds, arch bridges, and elegant pavilions were there.
As the saying goes, although the sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs. It formed a sharp contrast with the very low-key style outside.
And just as Gong Yiling and Yan Chuyue were wondering who would live here, a woman’s voice came from a pavilion not far away.
“If my royal brother only knows how to use these things to please me, then you can tell him that I, Murong Yun, don’t care for them!”
Murong Yun… royal brother…?
Could it be that the person living here was actually a princess?
