Chapter 329 The Prince Does Not Want It, King Zhao Wants It
Chapter 329 The prince doesn’t want it, but King Zhao wants it
"Then... we go directly to King Zhao? But there is no guarantee that there are no prince's spies around. You know, Dongchang is all the prince's dogs."
After Long Huaiyu's persuasion, Long Tiande also began to waver, he frowned and said.
Long Huaiyu also frowned.
Although there was no evidence, he was accustomed to thinking from other people's perspective and assumed that if he were the prince, he would definitely place eyeliners around himself to prevent changes.
Apart from anything else, how could the prince know where his father and son lived?
It just came to our door accurately. This is an ironclad fact.
If he contacts King Zhao under the nose of the prince, not to mention that it is simply seeking death, then King Zhao will probably not say anything to him easily...
Feeling in a dilemma, Long Huaiyu felt for the first time the turbulent waves in the capital. Its dangers were not comparable to those in Xishan Province.
Here, the game at the highest level of the empire is involved, and he has been involved in it. If he is not careful, it will be the end of his body and soul.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"who?"
Long Tiande asked alertly.
There was a chuckle from outside the door, and the man said: "My young master, please tell me."
Long Tiande and Long Huaiyu looked at each other, and then Long Tiande walked over and opened the door. Standing outside the door was an ordinary middle-aged man who couldn't tell the difference.
The middle-aged man bowed his hands politely and said, "Is this the head of the Long family?"
Saying that, without waiting for Long Tiande's reply, he turned sideways and pointed outside, saying, "Please come with me. It's not good to keep the young master waiting for a long time."
"Who is your young master?" Long Tiande asked.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "My young master, he is the eighth in the family."
Long Tiande and Long Huaiyu looked at each other, each with a touch of surprise in their eyes.
Ranked eighth, who else could it be if he wasn’t the eighth prince?
Long Huaiyu stood up and followed Long Tiande. The father and son left the inn together and got into a carriage.
Long Huaiyu, who sat down, sighed slightly in his heart. Not only did the prince know the whereabouts of his father and son, but even King Zhao had already been keeping an eye on them.
Looking at the bustling street outside through the curtains, this bustling and ordinary scene gave Long Huaiyu a sense of terror that there were huge waves hidden beneath the calm.
It seems that if you are not careful, you will be swept into the deep sea and shattered to pieces.
About a quarter of an hour later, the father and son arrived at a restaurant.
They went straight to the reserved second floor. There was no one around, except for a table. At the table, a handsome and kind-hearted young man was drinking by himself. His appearance vaguely resembled that of the prince they had just met.
Very similar.
Before Li Yinhu could speak, Long Tiande took the initiative to step forward and said respectfully: "Long Tiande, a small citizen, and his dog Long Huaiyu have met King Zhao."
Li Yinhu turned to look at Long Tiande and said with a smile: "Although the title of Lord and Marquis has been hereditary for three generations and was taken back by the court, the blood of the Long family's meritorious service has not been drained. Therefore, in front of this king, there is no need to call him a commoner."
As long as the names match."
Long Tiande and Long Huaiyu looked at each other, feeling comfortable.
Listen, listen, he is also a prince, and whatever the eighth prince says may please your ears, but in comparison, that prince is simply a villain.
The father and son said at the same time: "Thank you, King Zhao."
Raising his hand to ask the father and son to sit down, Li Yinhu said: "You two haven't eaten yet. I have prepared a banquet for you to share."
The prince treated himself to wilted cold buns, and the eighth prince Zhao treated himself to a table full of delicacies.
Looking at this table of delicious food, Long Tiande and his son suddenly had mixed feelings.
They are both of the same bloodline as the Daxing Emperor, so why is there such a big gap?
