Shang Wuxin was sitting at the table eating pastries and was rather surprised to hear the sound but he was not surprised. When he first heard that Nangong Qian had also come to the Misty Nation, Shang Gou had communicated with Nangong Qian, and he also knew that Nangong Qian had come here because he was worried about him. If it wasn't for the two of them coming together, people would suspect that Shang Wuxin would not doubt that Nangong Qian would come with him.
"Did you find the exact location of the temple?" Since Shang didn't want to come personally, Fearless had already deployed a portion of the Blood Solidified Army from the Blood Solidified Army to hide within the Fog Nation. At the same time, when Shang had reached the Fog Nation, Fearless, who was originally in the Fog Nation, had caught up with the convoy.
"No!" The information of the Blood Shang Army was not particularly detailed and was inextricably linked to the short time it took to build the army. However, the lack of ability was not a reason. There was not the slightest trace of cunning in being fearless and fearless.
"No problem!" Since I have come to this Fog Country, some of the hosts will definitely come to see me! " Shang answered in an uncertain tone. How could she let him off easily when he gave her so much embarrassment? Now that he had come to the temple of the Mist Country, Qiu Rongrong definitely would not let go of such a good opportunity. Shang did not have to find a place to just wait.
Since the Imperial Palace's banquet was at night, Shang was not in the mood to be bored so he prepared to rest. At this time, Nangong Qian had already moved into the palace. Unexpectedly, halfway through his sleep, there was another person by his side. The faint aroma of the ambergris made Shang Wuxin smirk, "What happened?"
At this moment, Shang Wuxin had clearly woken up from her sleep. Her face did not have any men's makeup on, but it was still hard for people to look away. Her eyes were clear and her teeth were white, her skin was tender and white, like a precious jade, shining and heating up under Nangong Qian's gaze.
Nangong Qian rushed to Shang from the moment he knew Shang didn't have any intention of coming to the Fog Country. However, now that he saw Shang, he felt as if all his fatigue had disappeared.
"If I don't come, who knows what you might do!" Although the Temple had been hiding from the martial arts world for many years, such a powerful force was definitely not as simple as he appeared to be. Otherwise, he would not have controlled the Mist Country's imperial court for so many years. However, he was also afraid that Shang Chen would do something irrational when he was angered by Leng Yufeng's injury, so he immediately rushed over. Even if Shang was not in the mood to deal with the Holy Hall, he would at least protect Shang Wuxin on the side. Moreover, with the Crown Prince of Shang and the King of Nangong Country, even if the Temple wanted to make a move, they had to weigh the consequences.
Shang lost the heart to rest on Nangong Qian's sturdy arm, frowning helplessly. However, the feeling of being reprimanded wasn't unbearable at all, on the contrary, it made Shang lose the heart to feel unspeakably happy.
"I know my limits. I won't do something that would harm my enemy by killing myself!" She also knew that Nangong Qian really cared about her, which was why she was so worried and rushed over to the Fog Nation. Since she understood this, her attitude naturally softened a little.
Nangong Qian obviously took advantage of Shang Wuxin's gentleness. He placed Shang Wuxin who was resting on his arm into his arms, and placed his head on Shang Wuxin's neck, "We are all clear about Yu Feng's situation, don't worry, we will not let the person who hurt Yu Feng get away with it!"
If it was before, how could Nangong Qian do such a thing for his rival in love, but now, for the sake of Shang no matter how low his bottom line was, his tolerance had increased again and again. Now, he wished even more that Shang no longer had any heart to rest. Now, Nangong Qian also understood that for a girl like Shang Wuxin, if it was a man who was unable to protect her, then they would have to work together to defeat her.
Shang unwittingly nodded. It was not that everything was up to them, but he was willing to back off a little, allowing himself to stand at the front and slow down a little, allowing these men to stand by his side, not behind him.
The two of them were just chatting when Nangong Qian fell asleep. Shang Wuxin was originally a little tired and sleepy, but after talking to Nangong Qian for a while he regained his senses. However, in order not to disturb Nangong Qian's rest, he just closed his eyes and rested.
"Crown Prince, it's time to go to the banquet!" If it was possible, Fearless would not have wanted the Crown Prince to get up, but servant from the Fog Nation had been waiting there for a long time.
When the fearless voice rang out, Nangong Qian had already opened his eyes, seeing Shang Xin's sharp eyes disappear, he kissed Shang's forehead and flew out of the room. When Nangong Qian left, he walked in, but when he saw that there were traces of someone sleeping on Shang Wuxin's bed, he smiled and quickly changed his clothes for Shang Wuxin.
In the palace where Mist Country was hosting their distinguished guests, Emperor Wu and his concubines had yet to arrive. However, all the princes, officials, and young masters of officials were already seated down. Everyone was talking about the crown prince of Shang and Nangong Kingdom.
"Eh? Did you hear that? Then, what if Prince Shang and Prince Qian are both rare and beautiful men? " A woman held a handkerchief to her face as she spoke to the girl beside her in a low voice. However, there were a few women in the hall that didn't think this way.
"That's right, although this Seventh Marquis is also incredibly beautiful, this Seventh Prince is too terrifying!" The woman spoke as she glanced at the red robed Han Xuanhao. However, she quickly retracted her gaze. Han Xuanhao had killed too many women who coveted him in the past few days. These women were all afraid now.
"I heard that Prince Shang wants to marry one of them!" I wonder who would have such good fortune! " One must know that the current Crown Prince of Shang would definitely ascend the throne in the future. As long as he married Prince Shang, he would become an imperial concubine in the future, even if he wasn't the main concubine.
"Let's not think too much about it. A while ago, Third Princess was planning to go to Shang State for the marriage alliance. The target of this marriage alliance is definitely that Prince Shang. I wonder why Prince Shang personally came to Shang State later on!" The women chattered on. Although their voices were not loud, the women who were in close proximity were still chatting about today's two distinguished guests.
Han Xuanhao was sitting at Mist Lingyun's seat, holding Whitey in his arms. Even though it was a beautiful boy, he did not look too good. Originally, Han Xuanhao thought he and Shang Wuxin could be alone for a few days, but he did not expect Nangong Qian to catch up so quickly.
However, after a while, the Mist Emperor led his concubines into the main hall. The moment he sat down, he smiled and instructed, "Esteemed guest, you should have arrived by now, right?" In fact, the Mist emperor was very dissatisfied, because whether it was Prince Shang or Prince Qian, both of them were reputable figures in their own country. This way, the two of them would come to his Mist Country as emperors and he would feel pressured.
"King Qian has arrived!"
"Prince Shang has arrived!"
He saw Nangong Qian dressed in a luxurious purple robe, with straight eyebrows and phoenix eyes, nose and lips, his facial features were deep and exquisite, his handsome face was cold and cool, without a single ripple. There was an endless amount of cold aura around him, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, while he himself was like a perfect ice sculpture, without a single trace of flesh and blood. However, if one were to look carefully, they would discover that no matter how cold and indifferent Nangong Qian was, he did not seem to be corroding Shang Wuxin who was beside him.
The crowd had just recovered from Nangong Qian's appearance and temperament when they saw Shang Wuxin standing beside him. Many of the women in the hall became dazed. Shang Wuxin was dressed in a dark green brocade robe. Her long hair was inky, and she wore only a jet black jade hairpin. She had an extraordinarily beautiful face, with eyebrows like willow leaves, deep eyes, jade face, and rosy lips.
However, at this moment, Whitey, who was originally in Han Xuan Hao's arms, suddenly jumped towards Shang Tong's body. Everyone in the Misty Nation knew that this cute little fox was exceptionally fierce when it bit someone, so when they saw the little fox's actions, the timid woman screamed out loud, afraid that she would be badly mutilated. The Mist Country's ministers also went up to stop her, afraid that the little fox would hurt Prince Shang.
When the Mist emperor stood up, the little snow-white fox suddenly leapt onto the shoulder of Prince Shang. It was not at all like how it normally treated those Misty Nation women. It chirped in Prince Shang's ear, not knowing what it was calling, but its appearance was very cute.
The Mist emperor let out a sigh of relief and sat down awkwardly. Everyone looked at Whitey curiously. Only Shang Wuxin knew that Whitey was complaining to him about how Han Xuanhao mistreated it and even asking him to take revenge for it. Although Whitey's face was expressionless, its eyes were smiling at this pet that it hadn't seen for a long time.
"Hehe, looks like this sovereign's little pet really likes Crown Prince Shang!" Han Xuanhao saw the puzzled look on the young man's face, so he stood up and unwittingly said, "This little thing has always liked handsome people. It seems that Prince Shang's appearance is even better than the rumours!"
"This little pet is really quick-witted. If the Seventh Prince doesn't mind, can this crown prince tease you for a few days?"
There was once a girl who was very fond of this little fox and had begged him for a long time. Han Xuanhao had not only refused, but had also sent someone to slap that woman, and had completely disfigured her face.
At this time, Little White jumped onto Nangong Qian's shoulder from Shang Xin's shoulder. Although Little White wasn't that familiar with Nangong Qian, but compared to other people, Little White was smarter and knew that this person had a good relationship with his master. However, Little White's action made everyone believe Han Xuanhao's words; this animal really loved handsome people.
Nangong Qian looked at Whitey who was standing on his shoulder. Although he was not used to it, he knew that this little thing was now being looked at by Shang unintentionally, so he looked at Whitey expressionlessly. Whitey was so scared that it immediately jumped onto his shoulder.
"Haha!" Men, come and sit for Prince Qian and Prince Shang! " The Mist Emperor laughed as he spoke. Although Nangong Qian's current status was similar to that of the Mist Emperor, he had yet to ascend the throne. Thus, his etiquette was still lower.
Shang Dong and Nangong Qian were arranged to be on the left side, Nangong Qian was the first and second. Shang Dong felt that this arrangement was natural, but Nangong Qian was unhappy, but he looked at Shang Dong Dong's expression and did not say anything.
"How has Emperor Shang been recently? We have not seen Emperor Shang in so many years! " In the past, they were both princes, thus it was normal for countries to interact with each other. The Mist Emperor and the Shang Emperor had also interacted before.
Shang Tong was in no mood to put down the wine cup in his hand as he smiled and said, "Father is doing well. A few days ago, you were even talking about the Mist Emperor!" Shang was not in the mood to tell a lie, his eyes were unblinking, but these words made the Mist Emperor laugh.
This Prince Shang was only sixteen years old, and even though everyone in the imperial family was precocious, he did not manage to get even a single piece of useful information from the fight between him and Prince Shang. This was obviously not the wisdom of a sixteen-year-old; the future emperor of Shang could not be underestimated.
"Now, you must be twenty-five years old! "I've heard that there are no concubines in the house of the Duke of Qian, and that there are countless beauties in this Fog Nation. If there is anyone that the Duke of Qian has his eyes on, tell me, I will definitely become an adult!" When the ladies heard the Mist Emperor's words, they became even more shy and timid as they looked at Nan Gong Qian who was sitting there.
Shang was not in the mood to dally with the wine glass in his hand. He lowered his head, the corners of his lips curving upwards as a thought came to his mind. Nangong Qian was now 25 years old, not to mention the people from ancient times, even in modern times, he was still married. Now that he was left empty-handed in the backyard, Shang did not feel that he was being willful anymore. Among them, Nangong Qian and Leng Yufeng were already twenty-five years old. At one point, she felt that she was not in a hurry to regain her identity as a girl, but now Shang Tong felt that even if it wasn't for them, he should have long recognized them and let the world know of their relationship.
At this moment, Nangong Qian did not know what Shang Tong was thinking. If he knew, perhaps he would be grateful towards the Mist Emperor.
"The Mist Emperor is too polite!" This King already has someone in his heart. He's not going to marry her! " Nangong Qian spoke slowly, but it broke the hearts of many women. Everyone was wondering which family's girl would have such a good life with Nangong Qian. They didn't know that that person was sitting next to Nangong Qian.
"Haha!" King Qian is indeed a person who values friendship. I wonder which young lady actually has such a good fortune. It seems like she has the best timing among all the other beauties! " The Fog Emperor laughed as he spoke, but he didn't think much of it. In his eyes, how could this man not love beauties and power? Perhaps he could be resolute today, but as time went on, more and more people could love only one person.
Nangong Qian did not comment and only smiled and nodded. However, this kind of Nangong Qian showed everyone that the cold and indifferent King Qinguang had his moments of gentleness.