Gone with the Bustling World 13: Chapter Ten

Xiao Qingyu knew that he had made at least three mistakes on that day.

First, he shouldn't have listened to Fang Junqian’s suggestion to go to the brothel.

Second, even if he went there, he should have taken with him some guards.

Third, he had underestimated the fight and didn't kill all the opponents, which gave them a chance to fight back. It was almost unforgivable for him, a person who always predicted all possible outcomes in advance, to have made such a mistake…

It was enough to make a kind of mistake for once. A man clever as Xiao Qingyu wouldn't allow himself to repeat a mistake!

Duke Fang stayed in his mansion for recovery. Although the poison had been removed by Childe Wushuang, he still needed to rest in peace for a few days. Besides, the imperial hunting competition which took place every three years was around the corner. It’d be better for him to take more rest and get prepared for it.

In the back yard of the mansion of Prince Dingguo.

Fang Junqian stood by the pool to feed the fish. He leaned languidly against a tree, smiling alluringly and emitting a mixed air of wickedness and nobility combining naturally into one.

A servant boy came to report, “Duke, a distinguished visitor arrives and wishes to see you.”

Duke Fang threw baits in the lake, not interested, “Tell him I’m unwell and couldn't meet a guest.”

The boy flustered, “Prince has ordered that the guest must be received. Duke, please don't put me in a delimma…”

A person respected by father? Fang Junqian was curious, “Who is it?”

“Childe Wushuang, Xiao Qingyu.”

“Why didn't you say so earlier?!” Fang Junqian threw the jade bait box to the boy, tidied up his red scarf and marched to the main living room.

The boy was aggrieved: did you give me the chance to say it…

“Qingyu! … Prime Minister Xiao.” Seeing his dad, Fang Junqian changed immediately with reverence.

“Duke.” Xiao Qingyu briefly bowed his head. In view of his energetic look, he must have recovered.

The old Prince combed his long beard and said angrily, “Come and greet Childe Xiao!” It could be seen that this high-ranking Prince Dingguo loved his single son very much.

Xiao Qingyu grinned, “Prince, too much courtesy is not necessary. It’s my fault to have come without an invitation. I’ll feel embarrassed to receive more greetings.”

Fang Junqian shook his head and tittered: tut-tut, hypocritical formalities…

Xiao Qingyu covertly took a glimpse at Fang Junqian, “Days ago, Duke was injured because of me, and I’ve been restless. How do you feel now, Duke?”

Fang Junqian laughed naughtily, “I said a bad guy wouldn't die easily, how could I be unwell…”

“Behave yourself!” The old Prince scolded! “Watch your language! How dare you to talk to Childe Xiao like that?!” Then he turned to Xiao Qingyu and explained respectfully, “My humble son is rude. Please don't mind that.”

The old Prince was having cold sweats. This Xiao Qingyu, wise and resourceful, tough and smart  had a mysterious identity and overbearing powers… He was the last one among all the officials to be offended!

This son really didn't know how to write the word death!

In contrast to his father’s fidget, Duke Fang looked easy and relaxed.

He languidly sat in the carved mahogany chair beside Xiao Qingyu’s wheelchair, raised the wine to him, “Upon the news that Qingyu…Prime Minister is here, I specially take out this ‘Peach Blood’ that I’ve been kept for many years. Would you like to have a taste, Prime Minister?”

With hospitality, he filled a cup with the wine, “Only Qingyu deserves my treasure.”

The old Prince sweated more!

Xiao Qingyu never drank!!

It was a fact recognized by all the officials in Daqing.

Even the Emperor was once turned down by him in the pretext of ‘allergic to alcohol.’

The old Prince stared at the white-jade cup intently, flustered and panicked…

However, Xiao Qingyu smiled, took up the cup of ‘Peach Blood’, saying, “I never drink. But I’d like to make an exception for this Peach Blood.”

Then, he clinked the cups with Fang Junqian and took a sip.

The old Prince was dumbfounded.

It seemed…this Childe Wushuang liked his son very much…

(Of course…he liked him better than the Emperor.)

Fang Junqian grinned at the graceful childe sipping the wine, “What a great pleasure to taste wine with a beauty!”

After half a month, Xiao Qingyu was now immune to his wording the strange ones of which were filtered out automatically.

The old Prince almost had a heart attack out of scare!

“Childe…please don't be angry at my ignorant son…”

“It’s only. I know it’s his nature.” Of course Xiao Qingyu wouldn't be mad at him for such a trifle, or he would have died of anger two weeks ago.

At this moment, the gatekeeping boy came to report, “Prince, the Emperor invites you to the imperial palace to discus on the military situation in Tianbin.”

“Hurry, help me get changed.” The old Prince apologized, “Childe, the Emperor…”

“It’s alright. I won’t blame you for that.” Xiao Qingyu was very sensible.

“Stay with childe with manners.” The Prince Dingguo found his words not convincing, “Forget it…”

He only wished that his wild unruly son didn't cause any trouble.

Yet, he just walked out of the door!

The two said something, and his son laughed so hard that he swept all the cups and refreshments on the table to Xiao Qingyu’s clothes!

The Prince placed his fist against his forehead, desperate about Fang Junqian’s unruly manners!

But what stunned him more was that Childe Wushuang wasn't annoyed at all except for giving his son a glare.

“It’s so strange…” Although he had heard that Fang Junqian and Xiao Qingyu instantly became friends at their first encounter at the Emperor’s birthday party, he could tell today that this Right Prime Minister of Daqing really liked his son...

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