Boss Yan had made preparations before he came. King Rong might be difficult to get close to due to his noble status.
But I didn't expect that I would be thrown aside like everyone else, standing there in the sun with no one paying attention to me.
He has been standing here for a long time. Yan Jianghe's business has grown greatly in the past few years, and he can be said to be like a fish in water in the Jiangnan area. Even the government has to support him when they see him. It has been a long time since he has been sitting on the bench like this.
It's not right to say sitting, after all, he is standing.
But because of this, he slowly calmed down. No matter how rich the merchants were, they were nothing more than ants in the face of absolute power. They were so vulnerable.
The more he thought about it, the more he calmed down and became more docile, so he didn't notice that the man who was watching the show had glanced at him inadvertently.
After standing like this for a long time, the song and dance performance ended, and they changed to juggling, and the bronze drum was beaten tinklingly. Yan Jianghe's calves began to tremble, and he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead over and over again.
"Boss Yan, Your Majesty invites you."
The palace lady just now finally came over. When these words came out, Yan Jianghe almost wanted to kowtow to her: "Thank you, thank you."
Jiang Tang glanced over and felt that regardless of other considerations, at least in terms of dealing with people, this boss Yan's flattery was on par with Eunuch Liu's.
She only glanced at it and quickly withdrew her gaze, her eyes falling on the singer holding the pipa and playing the pipa not far away.
"Caomin Yan Jianghe has met the prince..."
Boss Yan knelt down and saluted. After a while, a powerful male voice came from above his head: "Get up."
He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly got up from the ground, and then called to the servant behind him:
"This is a gift prepared by the common people for the prince and his wife. It is not respectful. Please don't dislike it."
Xiao Yinhan raised his finger slightly, and the palace attendant behind him stepped forward to accept Boss Yan's gift.
What was given to Xiao Yinhan was a scroll of painting, a phantom play picture drawn in fine brushwork. Jiang Tang did not see anything special about this picture at first.
Until she found that although the face of the man next to her looked calm, his hand holding hers suddenly tightened.
It seems that this painting is somewhat different.
Look at Boss Yan again, still hunched over, looking like a humble businessman.
What was given to her was an expensive head and face, which was said to have been made by Lady Shi, the best master in the south of the Yangtze River.
She couldn't tell much from the painting, but it was clear at a glance whether the jewelry was good or not.
Jiang Tang showed a gentle smile, and Boss Yan became even more frightened.
The gift was accepted, and Boss Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his choice was right.
The man next to him rested his chin lazily and looked into the distance without saying anything. Jiang Tang's eyes moved slightly and he just acted like a cute vase.
Boss Yan originally thought that King Rong would have some reaction after receiving the gift, just like every time he gave out a gift that suited the wishes of adults, no matter how noble a person was, he would have a reaction.
But this King Rong...
As expected, he is a person who doesn’t get into oil and salt!
He accepted the gift, and he was arrogant.
"The little girl is impulsive and ignorant. She has brought a lot of trouble to the prince before. Please forgive her..." Finally, Boss Yan himself begged for mercy.
The most important purpose of his trip was indeed for Yan Mi'er. As for other things, he had to come later.
After Jiang Tang heard this, he finally looked at the man in front of him. The article said that Yan Mi'er developed a arrogant character because of his parents' love. Now it seems that it is indeed somewhat true.
After all, behind every naughty child there must be a naughty parent who indulges her.
This thought just passed by for a moment, and the man beside him suddenly spoke in a casual and cold voice: "As far as I know, Boss Yan has a big business, but he has never set foot in the capital?"
Boss Yan said hurriedly: "It's a small business, a small business, not worth mentioning. The common people have average skills and just want to keep their business. There are many capable people in the capital, so they don't dare to set foot easily."
This shows that he is too timid and ambitious and does not dare to mess around in the capital.
But Xiao Yinhan didn't seem to listen, and changed the topic: "But I heard that you did come to the capital a few years ago."
The sleeping tiger suddenly opened its eyes, and the terrifying momentum it burst out only made people tremble with fear: "So, what did you come to the capital for at that time?"
For a moment, Boss Yan felt like he was being stared at by a wild beast, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.
"I, I just came to visit my friends. Hahaha," he couldn't help wiping his sweat: "Your Majesty, I am also a businessman who travels all over the world. I have friends from all over the world. I came to the capital to meet my friends..."
Xiao Yinhan didn't react yet, but Jiang Tang had already heard that the other party was lying.
Because he answered so quickly and blurted out without thinking, it meant that he knew early on that he might be asked this kind of question.
Sure enough, the aura of the man next to him became a bit more serious and gloomy.
"It seems that Boss Yan doesn't like telling the truth."
Xiao Yinhan just spoke lightly. Boss Yan was stunned. Just as he was about to explain, he saw the man raise his hand casually: "In that case, help him wake up and recall."
"Your Majesty, the common people..."
Boss Yan was about to say something, but a tall guard suddenly rushed out from behind him and lifted him off the ground without any explanation.
Struggling, Boss Yan wanted to defend himself, but his mouth was quickly covered.
The song and dance performance started again, and everyone returned to normal after the initial surprise, without even a trace of panic.
Under the gorgeous sound of silk and bamboo, Jiang Tang seemed to faintly hear a few screams.
She turned to look at the man next to her, looking at his handsome side face and she was slightly lost in thought.
What exactly is he investigating?
After a while, Boss Yan, who was as wet as a drowned rat, was lifted over again.
Seeing the dog-like boss Yan, Jiang Tang was surprised at first, and then quickly realized that it was reasonable - he accepted gifts from others, but then threw them into the water and drowned them for fun.
It might not work on others, but he is Xiao Yinhan...
Suddenly it makes sense.
"Why, Boss Yan remembered?" Xiao Yinhan said lazily, with no trace of embarrassment in his eyes.
"My lord, your lord, the common people are really here to meet their friends." Boss Yan gasped and looked embarrassed:
"If you don't believe it, ordinary people can tell you your friend's address, and you can send someone to check..."
He said it in a humble and pitiful way, as if innocent people were oppressed by powerful forces and had to bow their heads, which made the expressions of several palace officials nearby show sympathy.
If Jiang Tang hadn't read the prompt earlier...she might have believed it.
Jiang Tang didn't believe it, and Xiao Yinhan didn't seem to believe it either.
But unexpectedly, this time he did not continue to take action, but just let Boss Yan go.
This was something Jiang Tang never expected.
"Thank you very much. I can leave by myself." Boss Yan said pitifully, with a look that made people feel very pitiful.
"Master, are you okay?"
When the servant saw that his master went away well and came back drowned, he couldn't help but glared at the painting boat in the distance: "He is indeed a tyrant."
"Stop talking and let's go!"
Boss Yan interrupted the servant and hurried back to the carriage. The first thing he did after getting on the carriage was not to change his clothes, but to quietly take out the note that someone had secretly put into his hand when he left.
The note was slightly stained by the water in his palm, but it did not affect the words on it.
After seeing the content clearly, his eyes widened suddenly: King Rong was investigating the letter from that year.