Chapter 213: The Emperor's SwordChapter 329: The Prince Doesn't Want, The King of Zhao Does
"Then... should we go directly to King Zhao But how can we be sure there aren't any of the prince's spies around After all, the Dongchang are all the prince's dogs."
Under Long Huaiyu's persuasion, Long Tiandé also began to waver. He frowned and said.
Long Huaiyu also followed suit and frowned.
Although there is no evidence, he, accustomed to thinking from different perspectives, hypothesized that if he were the prince, he would inevitably place spies around himself to prevent any changes.
Not to mention, how could the prince possibly know where his father and son live
Just now, it showed up right on time. That's the irrefutable truth.
If one were to go under the prince's nose and contact King Zhao, not only would this be courting death, but King Zhao probably wouldn't even bother talking to him...
Long Huaiyu, who felt caught between two sides for the first time, experienced the tumultuous and perilous nature of Beijing. Its danger was incomparable to that of Xishan Province.
Here, it involves a game of power at the highest level of the empire. I've already gotten involved, and if I'm not careful, the consequences could be fatal.
Just then, the door was knocked on.
"Who"
Long Tiande asked alertly.
A light chuckle came from outside the door, and the person said, "My young master invites the two of you to come in."
Long Tiande and Long Huaiyu exchanged glances, then Long Tiande walked over and opened the door. Standing outside was an ordinary middle-aged man whose intentions were unclear.
This middle-aged man politely bowed and said, "Is this the head of the Long family"
Having said that, without waiting for Long Tiande's reply, he turned sideways towards the outside and gestured, saying: "Please follow me, the young master has been waiting for a long time, it wouldn't be good to keep him waiting any longer."
"Who is your young master" Long Tiandé asked.
That middle-aged man smiled slightly and said, "My young master is skilled in eight arts."
Long Tiandé and Long Huáiyù looked at each other, a surprise in their eyes.
Ranking eighth, who else could it be besides the Eighth Prince
Long Huaiyu got up and followed Long Tiande, the father and son leaving the inn together and boarding a carriage.
As Long Huaiyu sat down, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. His and his son's whereabouts were well-known to the crown prince, let alone King Zhao who had been keeping tabs on them for quite some time.
Through the curtains, he looked out at the bustling street. This ordinary scene filled him with a sense of terror, a hidden undertow beneath the surface calm.
It feels as though one could be swept into the deep sea with just a careless step, shattered to pieces.
About fifteen minutes later, the father and son arrived at a restaurant.
They went straight up to the second floor, which had been booked privately. There was no one around except for a table and a handsome, warm young man sitting by it, sipping his drink alone. He bore a vague resemblance to the prince they had just met.
Before Li Yinhu could speak, Long Tiandé took a step forward and respectfully said, "My humble self, Long Tiandé, along with my son, Long Huaiyu, greets King Zhao."
Li Yinhu turned to look at Long Tiande and smiled, "Although your lordship's title has been revoked by the imperial court for three generations, the blood of honor in the Long family has not run dry. Therefore, before this king, you need not address me as a commoner, simply call me by my name."
Long Tiande and Long Huaiyu looked at each other, their hearts filled with contentment.
Listen, listen, they're both princes, but when the Eighth Prince speaks, it's so pleasing to the ear. Compared to him, the Crown Prince is just a scoundrel.
The father and son both said, "Thank you, King Zhao."
He gestured for the father and son to sit down. Li Yinhǔ said, "You two haven't eaten yet, have you This king has prepared a table of wine and food to share with you."
The prince ate wilted steamed buns, while the eighth son of Zhao, Prince Wang, had a table full of delicacies.
Looking at this table of delicious food, the father and son, Long Tiandé, were instantly overwhelmed with a mix of emotions.
How can there be such a huge difference between them, considering they both share the bloodline of the great emperorelivered to your mansion."Zhao Tailai snorted from his nose, a smirk playing on his lips as he said, "What do you mean Are you saying that young master has to get things for free Does young master lo...