Du Tiangang was sowhat tempted by what he said, and couldn’t help but imagine: "I’ve heard that there are other continents across the sea, where people have blond hair and blue eyes, and their appearance is exotic, especially the won who are enchanting and stunning, with a unique exotic charm. I wonder if it’s true?"
Hearing him say this, Long Wuji burst into laughter: "Hahaha~ Look at your little ambition. Once we have money, how could there be a shortage of won from the Alien Race? Don’t worry, stick with and work well, and everything will be yours."
"It won’t be long before Shouzhe becos one of our brothers, and by then we’ll first have so fun in the Qingluo Guard with Lure. Then I’ll discuss with Shouzhe about exploring new continents together. Blond beauties with blue eyes, hehe~ won’t you have as many as you want?"
"Hehe~ Thank you, First Boss..." Du Tiangang’s eyes were wide open with excitent.
On the side, Zhao Wuqing cast him a disdainful glance. Eyes only for won, what little ambition he had?
However, it’s true that Patriarch Shouzhe is a capable man, and future collaborations could bring significant benefits to the Jiaolong Gang.
While Long Wuji and his group were brimming with anticipation, planning for the future, a slender reed rod floated down the river, following the rushing waters. It approached like Feihong passing through shadows, with incredible speed.
On top of the reed rod stood a scholarly middle-aged man wearing a scholar’s robe.
The river breeze blew in gusts, rustling his clothes, highlighting his calm deanor and an indescribable charm.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Wuqing imdiately halted his actions and turned around to report: "Foster Father, Second Boss is here."
It turned out this middle-aged man in a scholar’s robe was the second in command of the Jiaolong Gang, Jiaang Yusong.
As they spoke, Jiaang Yusong, who was stepping on the reed rod, had already reached nearby rocks. With a light tap of his toe, his figure floated effortlessly across a dozen yards, landing on the rock where the three of them stood.
Seeing this, a flash of light crossed Long Wuji’s deep eyes, but he remained unfazed and exuded a hearty spirit: "Yu Song, what urgent matter brings you personally here, even as the second in command?"
Jiaang Yusong bowed to him and respectfully said, "First Boss, I have an important matter to report and request that others be dismissed."
Long Wuji waved his hand.
Zhao Wuqing and Du Tiangang tactfully retreated to a distance.
When the two of them had retreated far enough, Jiaang Yusong took a letter from the Storage Ring and handed it to Long Wuji with both hands: "Your Highness, a letter from Prince Yoong’an."
Long Wuji was slightly taken aback: "That old man writes to again? Could it be, after our last argunt, he still wants to scold once more?"
However, despite the doubts in his mind, he didn’t slow down in receiving the letter. In almost a blink of an eye, the letter was already in his hands.
Then he tore open the letter and read it.
The letter was short, without any unnecessary words. It briefly narrated Wang Liyao’s actions in the Upper Capital and how Wang Zong’an was transporting a large amount of materials and personnel to the Anbei Guard, suspected of having reached so sort of agreent with Prince Anjun. It was suspected that Changning Wang Family had already sided with Prince Anjun.
The letter instructed him to handle this matter promptly.
Jiaang Yusong stood on the side, cautiously watching Long Wuji’s expression, afraid that sothing in the letter might provoke him. However, he saw that Long Wuji’s expression remained unusually calm.
Monts later, Long Wuji calmly refolded the letter and tucked it back into the envelope, then walked to the edge of the rocky hill, gazing at the rushing waters in a trance.
Jiaang Yusong looked at his back, bewildered and puzzled.
What is going on? In the past, how did His Highness not throw a fit whenever he received a letter from Prince Yoong’an, itching to go back and fight it out with his old man for three hundred rounds? Why was he so calm this ti? Could it be that he’s been so shocked he’s gone numb?
But little did he know, where was Long Wuji calm? He was rely forcing himself to remain calm, while his heart was already restless.
Who could have guessed, while he was still imagining the benefits of collaborating with Wang Shouzhe, Wang Shouzhe had quietly sided with Prince Anjun?
Isn’t this essentially slapping himself in front of his subordinates?
No, he needs to go to Wang Shouzhe to get so answers.
No, he can’t. A gentleman’s promise is worth a thousand gold pieces; fifty years is fifty years. It hasn’t been fifty years yet, and if he rushes to demand an explanation, wouldn’t it make him appear particularly petty and unable to stay calm?
But if he doesn’t go, should he just watch as Wang Shouzhe leans toward Prince Anjun?
Long Wuji’s face showed no emotion, looking calm and composed, yet his heart was engulfed in deep turmoil.
"Yu Song, how much ti is left until the fifty-year agreent?"
Suddenly, he asked Jiaang Yusong.
"Reporting to First Boss, three hundred and twenty days remain," Jiaang Yusong quickly calculated in his mind and reported.
How is there still so much ti left?!
The muscles on Long Wuji’s face twitched. It was like watching his betrothed run away with soone else, watching helplessly as they were about to consummate the marriage.
Yet he had to keep his promise, helplessly spectating, unable to lead an army to intervene.
"Shouzhe, oh Shouzhe, despite how much I value you, trust you, and grow close to you," Long Wuji’s heart was crying out, "yet you joined that worthless Wu Mingyuan without so much as a word! What good is that Wu Mingyuan boy? Playing with , Long Wuji, is far more delightful."
Truly, "I set my heart towards the bright moon, yet the bright moon shines upon the ditch"!
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