"His Royal Highness is indeed very human now. Even Ling Zhi can't hide his aura."

"Ling Zhi, after all, I am already a ninth-level warrior now, and I have the blessing of [Celestial Spiritual Root]. Wouldn't it be too strange if I couldn't find you?"

As Yan Wulu spoke, he changed the subject and said -

"Why are you near my father's bedroom?"

"The secret message from the Northland needs to be reported to the king for processing."

"confidential?"

Yan Wulu muttered to himself, then calmly said -

"...Father needs to rest now. He has given me full authority to handle matters in the North. Just leave it to me."

Yan Wulu said, extending his right hand to the person bowing in front of him.

Ling Zhi hesitated for a moment...

But under Yan Wulu's intense gaze, he swallowed. The king valued the crown prince very much, and thought it would be okay to show the crown prince this confidential message.

Immediately, Ling Zhi respectfully presented the secret letter with both hands...

Yan Wulu took it with one hand.

The secret message was opened, and it contained information about the infiltration of some Northern Xinjiang agents who appeared in the Northern Land, as well as other trivial matters.

Ever since Wanyan Lingxu used thunderous means to turn the interior of Northern Xinjiang into a monolith, many Northern Xinjiang spies have tried to infiltrate into the interior of Beijiang.

When Yan Wulu took charge of Beidi, he was already used to it.

Clean up some, keep an eye on some, and get in touch with some. Ling Zhi should know these countermeasures better than Yan Wulu.

"Oh."

Yan Wulu scolded lightly. In front of Ling Zhi, the blue-gold inner energy in his hand surged out and gathered, and the secret letter instantly turned into powder, "...I thought it was some confidential matter?"

"... Are these trivial things worthy of my father having to worry so much? Lingzhi, are you exhausting my father to death?!"

"Ling Zhi doesn't dare!" Ling Zhi hurriedly knelt down to apologize.

I don't know why, at that moment, Ling Zhi, a man who was used to big storms, was really shocked by the young prince in front of him, who was only in his early twenties.

"Your Highness, these secret letters are graded according to the king's instructions. Those of this grade must be shown to the king."

Lexus explained further.

Yan Wulu didn't mean to blame Ling Zhi too much, but instead gave instructions -

"My father needs to rest during this period. As for how my father will deal with these things after he recovers, I don't care. But now, don't bother your father with these trivial matters. Just handle them yourself."

"...After all, you have been the secret agent of Zhenbei Palace for many years. If you can't even handle these things, how can you stand up for your father alone in the future?"

"Ling Zhi understands." Ling Zhi bowed his head in response.

"Father, I have full authority to handle matters in the North. During this period, if you are not specially summoned by father, if you encounter something important, just come to me and don't let father trouble you."

"Ling Zhi obeys the order."

Seeing Ling Zhi's respectful response in front of him, Yan Wulu nodded slightly.

"Back off."

After finishing his words, Yan Wulu put his hands behind his hands and continued to walk forward.

Ling Zhi was also ordered to hide his whereabouts again.

However, before leaving, he had been quietly looking at the young prince in front of him...

"Really, it's getting more and more like when I was the king."

Ling Zhi muttered silently to himself.

After saying this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and disappeared into the darkness.

Attic in the distance.

Yan Dong was sitting on the window sill beside the railing.

He held a jug of fine wine in his right hand, and while drinking, he quietly watched the two people who had just had a brief exchange.

His hair was all gray now, and the black hair before was just a disguise.

In this battle at Purple Mountain, apart from Xie Qixing, who was already dead, Yan Dong was the most seriously injured and the most drained of his energy.

But now, Yan Dong doesn't care about this.

He glanced at the wine in his hand.

"Think about it, since I became the King of Zhenbei, how long has it been since I drank freely?"

"... Lu'er, now he is becoming more and more majestic as a king."

Yan Dong muttered to himself and took another sip of wine.

He is very weak now, like an empty shell that was seriously injured and wasted...

However, he cannot die yet.

At least, the powerful King Zhenbei cannot die yet.

He needs to make himself as invincible as ever.

Until, a solid foundation in the Northland is established.

Sunset and moonrise.

Yan Dong's bun also turned black again.

The wine bottles in his hands changed one after another.

Several times servants have entered with wine jars filled with fine wine.

Before his consciousness became blurry, Yan Dong vaguely saw Liu Mengyun's appearance again. It was exactly the same as when he first met her, without any change.

It's a pity that when Yan Dong stretched out his hand, everything disappeared instantly like a dream.

After all, the past cannot be pursued.

Yan Dong chuckled, fell drunk on the bed, and slept in his clothes.

…

The next day.

The team set off and left Jinling.

Although Yan Dong was very drunk last night, he felt very sober when he woke up in the morning.

When Yan Wulu, Yan Weiyu and others came to visit Yan Dong, they saw wine bottles and jars scattered everywhere, and only then did they know how much wine Yan Dong drank last night.

"Father, you..."

Yan Wulu frowned slightly and stopped talking.

Yan Dong also knew it in his heart, guessing that the other party was worried about his injury, and started fighting for a while.

"Well, Lu'er, before I became a father, I could drink a thousand glasses of wine. It doesn't matter if I drink a little bit. It doesn't matter."

"Father, you... are too unjust!" Yan Wulu suddenly said.

"ah?"

Yan Dong was a little confused.

Yan Wulu came closer, patted Yan Dong's shoulder directly, and continued: "Drinking is such a beautiful thing, but you don't even call me, baby. It's really unjust to enjoy the wine alone."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Yan Dong laughed out loud, "Okay, when I return to Yanbeicheng, I must call you Lu'er the next time I drink!"

"...We, father and son, will never return until we are drunk!"

Yan Dong echoed and laughed.

It suddenly occurred to him that this seemed to be the first time he had guessed wrong about his child's inner thoughts.

"You won't go home until you're drunk!" Yan Wulu responded with a smile.

Immediately, while chatting, he and Yan Dong went to the lobby together, preparing to leave Jinling.

Yan Weiyu quietly looked at the backs of the two father and son, feeling that both of them were very improper.

She sighed inexplicably.

Looking at the edge of a wine jar, I found that there seemed to be bright red blood stains.

She squatted beside the wine jar and traced the rim with her slender fingers.

Feel the sticky feeling between your fingers.

It was definitely confirmed to be blood.

Yan Weiyu's brows immediately knitted together...

…

The beginning of the morning.

It's just dawn.

Royal palace tower.

Headquarters of the Dragon Guard Division.

Since the death of Cao Xi, the governor of Dongchang, the current power of Dongchang is mostly controlled by the latest commander-in-chief of the Dragon Protection Division, the "Emperor".
To be continued...