are wise in governing and have the people's trust. This is the foundation for a thousand-year dynasty."This statement subtly implies a hope that Jiang Wang will achieve the status of a true master in...When Feng Yue returned, Feng Ming and Jiang Wang had already drunk a lot, the atmosphere was lively, and they were chatting happily.

Of course, it's impossible for Feng Ming to truly open up to Jiang Wang in such a short time. It was nothing more than a superficial response for appearances, and perhaps there was also an element of drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

"To my brother, I'll tell you. You think this is all..." Feng Ming patted Jiang Wang's shoulder, occasionally blurting out a few heartfelt words.

"Cough!" Feng Yue coughed, stopping his outburst.

Feng Ming immediately stopped and sat up straight, clearly subdued by his father's control. To avoid the awkwardness, he introduced to his father, "This is Song Hai from the Song Brothers. I just met him."

Feng Yue nodded slightly, dismissing the matter.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Come inside with me.”

Feng Yue and his son came here to represent the Qingyun Pavilion's restoration and the relationship with the Wei Ning Hou Mansion. They naturally couldn't just leave after sitting on a cold bench.

He was just networking with the director of administration, who knows what favors he promised behind closed doors, but the director has clearly loosened up.

At least they can now sit in the courtyard.

“I’m not going.” Fengming said with a huff, “It’s comfortable here!”

Feng Yue had already turned away, leaving only a sentence: "Don't dawdle."

He really doesn't take to this son at all.

Feng Ming was a little embarrassed in front of the "new friend." He wanted to just sit still, but he was also afraid of his father's past prestige.

Jiang Wang said very considerately, "Brother Feng, since the Hou Mansion people admit to neglecting you, their invitation for you to come in is an expression of apology. What they did before was wrong, but you are young and ambitious, why bother with them"

Feng Ming hesitated for a moment, then said smoothly, "Brother Yu is right. After all, it's a friendship forged by our parents, and I can't be too stubborn."

He said that, then he got up and went after Feng Yue's back. He had walked only a few steps when he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something. He turned around and beckoned to Jiang Wang: "Brother, come with me too!"

>

Perhaps he wanted to show off to his new acquaintance, or maybe he thought Yu Songhai, this young brother of his, was quite sensible and wanted to introduce him to the world.

In conclusion, Fei Ming, the young master, extended a hand of friendship at this time.

Heaven pitied him. With Feng Yue present, Jiang Wang did not dare to use the crooked divine powers. He hadn't expected such a development at all. His intention was merely to get acquainted with Feng Ming first, and then in Wenxi County City, he would find another opportunity to contact him.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

...Xiyun Sword Sect had fallen, its sole inheritor struggling in his homeland. He had to move to Wenxi County, where he had once lived for a time, and there he unexpectedly met an acquaintance from when he was at the Weining Marquis's residence... This play's script, Jiang Wang, had already completed long ago.

But fate had a better turn of events in store.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Of course Jiang Wang wanted to follow, but he just shook his head and said, "The Hou Mansion only invited you in. If I followed, wouldn't that put Lord Feng in an awkward position"

If he simply refused, Feng Ming might not say anything else.

But he mentioned the Hou Mansion, saying it would put Feng Ming in a difficult position. Feng Ming, on the other hand, insisted on taking him to "see the world".

“Is there anything difficult I, Feng Ming, still have some face in Qingyun Pavilion, don't I” Feng Ming said indignantly: “If you believe in your brother’s strength, then come!”

"This..." Jiang Wang stood up with a face of embarrassment. After finding that Feng Yue, who was walking ahead, had no reaction, he followed up and said, "Fine, since I hit it off with Brother Feng at first sight, I'll just forget about being disliked. Where Brother Feng wants to go, we'll go there!"

Feng Yue really didn't mind.

First of all, regardless of their background, those who attended the Duke of Wellington's birthday banquet were generally people of good standing.

Secondly, although he disciplined his son strictly, he also didn't want to repeatedly humiliate him.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Besides, taking one person into the inner courtyard for a meal is nothing serious. It's just like bringing along an attendant.

Last but not least, Jiang Wang's previous "advice" to Feng Ming was both respectful and persuasive. This impressed Feng Yue greatly, as it was much better than his son's former cronies in Wenxi County. Furthermore, if Feng Ming continues to perform well, perhaps having him bring back a follower or two wouldn't be out of the question.

Jiang Wang walked very obediently behind Feng Ming, following the father and son of the Feng family through the archway, across the corridor, and into another courtyard of the Weinning Marquis's Mansion.

Compared to the outer courtyard, this place is indeed much more imposing.

First of all, the outer courtyard is illuminated by hanging lamps. In an ordinary household, this would certainly be considered wealthy and prosperous. However, compared to the inner room, it is far inferior.

In this courtyard, at first glance, the heavens appear like a curtain, with stars and moon hanging low, as if within reach.

Upon closer inspection, those stars and moons, including the entire canopy of night, were creations, not realities.

That carving of the moon, I don't know what kind of jewel it was, but it illuminated the entire courtyard so clearly. The light was very soft, though, and wouldn't make people feel blinded.

Needless to say, there were countless delicacies on the table whose names I couldn't recall. Pretty maidservants would constantly come and go with trays of food, replacing a dish of deliciousness after only a few bites.

The newly established country of Yong Guo suffered a devastating defeat in the recent war, losing both territory and manpower. King Han Xu is now attempting to reform the government during this crucial time. However, Wei Ning Hou continues to live an extravagant and unrestrained lifestyle...

Such a grand celebration would cost an unimaginable sum, far beyond mere gold and silver. One wonders if even the ten thousand stones of the celestial realms would be sufficient to cover the expenses.

Of course, the longevity gifts Wei Ninghou Jiao Wu received were enough to make up for the expenses and even had a surplus.

Just by looking at himself, Dan Jiang offered a gift worth thirty Dao Yuan stones to be allowed to sit outside for a while. The gifts sent from Qingyun Pavilion were numerous and their value needless to say. Even among the many guests, Qingyun Pavilion was not the most generous.

This also shows the might of Lord Weining Hou in Yong Country. The divine strength of a strong cultivator never diminishes until death, and at three hundred years old, he is still in his prime. Those who wish to curry favor with the Weining Hou's mansion will have to serve for at least a hundred years.

It is worth mentioning that Feng Ming's idea of showing off in front of his newly acquainted little brother fell flat. Because although Feng Yue used the benefit to "persuade" Jiao Guan, he was able to enter the inner courtyard, but he was still not taken seriously.

They were seated at the very corner table of the entire courtyard, still by the door.

Jiang Wang followed them, nothing more than trading one doorstep for another.

Please note that I only translated the content within the > tags. I did not translate the HTML tags themselves.

This made Feng Ming's face hang, he didn't want to speak for a while, only gloomily gulping down several cups of wine.

Feng Yue, on the other hand, was beaming and greeting a few people at his table, but they clearly knew Wei Ning Hou's attitude towards Qingyun Ting and responded with indifference.

Jiang Wang stayed with Feng Ming, drinking honestly and not wanting to jinx things at this moment.

>

But when he occasionally poured wine for Feng Ming, his eyes would also scan the courtyard.

This courtyard is very spacious, and its luxurious atmosphere goes without saying.

In the center of the courtyard, a large table stood. The elderly man at the head was none other than Wei Ning Hou Jiao Wu. Unlike what one might imagine, he was not tall and imposing, even somewhat thin. Yet, sitting there, he exuded an aura that commanded attention and could not be ignored.

Sitting beside him was none other than Mo Jingyu. The Xuan Tie mask was still covering his face, and when he drank, it would naturally "flow" open a slit, the nearly steel-like material moving back and forth like water, quite magical to behold.

A figure like Mo Jingyu would be treated as a honored guest no matter where they went.

Even the most esteemed nobleman, Prince Wei Ning, who stood at the pinnacle of power in Yongguo, engaged in lighthearted conversation and amicable discourse with him.

The man with a face like Linchuan's said, his gaze heavy.

Jiang Wang has always been a person who learns from his mistakes.

So he only glanced at her once, then withdrew his gaze, raising his glass to Feng Ming and downing it in one gulp.

Today.

Mo Jingyu, is not out of reach.ies. Flying from Mukuo to Jingguo, he didn't take the official postal route. He flew along the line of life and death, one side teeming with life, the other desolate and silent.There is no truer feeli...