The Crybaby Prince is Reborn, Where is the Prince Going?

"? Regent Princess? Master...you! How can this Regent of the Xuanwu Dynasty be a good man? Who in the world doesn't know that he can stop crying children at night? He has no interest in women and is bloodthirsty. Master, if you marry him, I'm afraid you will end up in trouble!"

The anxiety on Mu Zhuojing's face was genuine. He said, "If I'm going to marry the Regent, I might as well marry the Prince!"

"What do you know?" Song Yi was the first to object. "If you marry the regent, you can still be the principal wife, but if you marry the prince, you can't be the principal wife? If you choose the wrong side..."

"Song Yi! Don't talk nonsense." Princess Wanqi scolded her. It turned out that the waiter came downstairs to check on the room.

The waiter rubbed his hands and walked down awkwardly, "Several guests must be waiting impatiently, there are rooms available upstairs." This time he didn't dare to look around, not even to move his eyes widely.

Originally, he thought she was a young lady from some wealthy family, but he didn't expect that this group of people had such a powerful background, being both the regent and the prince. This woman must be from a wealthy or noble family, and she is not someone that a mere waiter like him can offend. He was afraid that he would lose his life again without knowing it.

"Thank you for your hard work, praise and reward."

"Understood, Master," Song Yi said generously, taking out a few gold beans from his small pouch and handing them to the waiter. "Here, take them. This is a reward from my master!"

Song Yi tilted her head slightly, revealing a slender neck. Her skin was fair and beautiful, and it was obvious that she was a girl from a wealthy family who had never experienced the wind and sun.

The waiter stretched out his dark and cracked palms, which were stained with difficult-to-clean grease from years of wiping tables. He rubbed his hands on his body again and again, then slowly stretched out his hand, not daring to touch Song Yi's fair and tender palms. He kept his distance, his hands trembling.

A few golden beans fell down with a crackling sound, and landed on Xiaoer's heart with weight. They were actually solid.

The waiter resisted the urge to bite the golden bean, and put it in his pocket with great care, repeating over and over again: "Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord, you are so kind!"

Song Yi waved his hand, "No need to thank me, my master is kind-hearted. Just remember my master's kindness."

The waiter touched the golden beans in his pocket with care. These small golden beans were enough to cure his sick mother and allow his two children to go to school. The kind-hearted nobleman in front of him was the Bodhisattva who came to save his family!

The more he thought about it, the more grateful the waiter felt. After thinking it over, he knelt down in front of Princess Wanqi.

"Your Excellency, I have the audacity to overhear your conversation and hear you mention the Regent... I am not talented, but a few days ago I saw the Regent leave the capital with his men, and he has not returned yet. If your Excellency wishes to see the Regent, I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Princess Wanqi's interest piqued upon hearing this. She exchanged glances with Mu Zhuojing and asked the waiter, "Are you sure you're not mistaken? The Regent hasn't returned yet? Or did you not know he'd returned?"

He was just a waiter in a small shop, so it was not impossible for him to make a mistake. After all, ordinary people might not see the nobles in the capital many times in a year.

"That's absolutely impossible! I may not have any special abilities, but I've met so many people that I've developed the ability to remember everyone I meet. I can remember anyone who passes by my shop. Even if I just glance at their figure or the corner of their clothes, I won't make a mistake!"

"Oh? You mean you've already memorized our appearance the moment we appeared before you?"

Mu Zhuojing looked at the waiter with a dangerous look in his eyes, and put his hand on the hilt of the knife, ready to strike.

The waiter was terrified, his mind turning over and over, and he said straight out: "I dare not deceive you, my lord. I do remember your faces."

The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard made the waiter's hair stand on end.

He hurriedly said, "But the noble man has rewarded me with gold beans. I will bid farewell to the shopkeeper tomorrow morning and return home to take care of my sick mother. I will never reveal my meeting with the noble man to anyone! I swear on the lives of my wife, children, and elders that nothing I say today will be false!"

"General Mu, don't scare him."

As soon as Princess Wanqi spoke, Mu Zhuojing put away the knife, but still snorted in dissatisfaction from his nose.

"Thank you very much, sir." The waiter kowtowed several times, and Song Yi's grin made his lips hurt for him.

"Get up." Princess Wanqi stood up and Songyi hurriedly supported her.

"You've been running around for a long time and you're exhausted. Go and rest." Then she gently patted the back of Song Yi's hand and said softly, "Let's go."

Led by the waiter, the group of eight returned to their respective rooms.

But Mu Zhuojing did not leave, but stood guarding the door of Princess Wanqi's room.

Songyi took off the veil for Princess Wanqi and went out to fetch water.

Only Princess Wanqi and Mu Zhuojing were left.

Princess Wanqi called her, "General Mu, please come in and sit down. I see you have a lot to say."

Mu Zhuojing was not polite to her. He had a lot to say. As soon as Princess Wanqi told him to, he went into the room. However, he did not sit down. Instead, he stood two meters away from Princess Wanqi, close to the door in a defensive position, always paying attention to the movements outside so that he could immediately respond to any accidents.

"Don't be too nervous. No one knows my whereabouts. You are all my confidants, so I trust you."

Is it trustworthy? The princess is still too cautious. If Song Yi hadn't said that the princess had sneaked out, would he really think that the king knew about this?

The princess was too cautious, which made him, her confidant, become less of a confidant.

Mu Zhuojing scratched his head, not knowing how to start. "Princess, although the king has decided to marry you, he didn't say that you must marry a member of the royal family. He Qianzhao is not very reliable..."

Princess Wanqi covered her mouth and giggled softly, "I never said I would marry anyone other than the Regent. I'm a princess married for a foreign mission, so I don't get to decide who I marry. Instead of waiting for the two countries to decide, I'd rather choose for myself and secure a better future for myself!"

"Princess, your idea is not wrong, but..." Mu Zhuojing suddenly whispered, "But the current rulers of the Xuanwu Dynasty, the Xiao family, came from humble origins. I'm afraid that in the future... However, I remember that the former prince of the Chengwang Dynasty was hailed as the number one war god in Yunsheng at a young age, and he is still unmarried. I think this person is a good candidate, but I heard that he is still on the battlefield and I'm afraid he won't be back for a while."

"..." Princess Wanqi was speechless. She had never been so speechless in her life.

She asked Mu Zhuojing, "Why did I come here to marry? Which two countries have been at war on the border for so many years? Who are the enemy generals? Who caused all this?"

The perfect smile on Princess Wanqi's face made Mu Zhuojing feel uneasy.

It took him a split second to react before he remembered, oh boy, the young general who had forced the Yanzhi Nation to retreat at the border was none other than Wanyan Yu!!!

It was the young war god, Wanyan Yu, the prince of the previous dynasty that he mentioned!