The First National Preceptor of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1280

After having his servants help him with his hair and makeup, Xu Tian tidied himself up a bit.

With a satisfied smile, Xu Tian prepared to leave the Marquis's mansion. He had been staying there for the past few days and was getting bored out of his mind.

What's frustrating is that he's found almost no clues in the last few days.

If he were to actually go to the palace, those ministers would likely hurl insults at him.

Straightening his back, Xu Tian continued walking forward with large strides: "Even if they really insult me, there's nothing they can do to me."

He also wanted to see what the King of England was doing now, and what he wanted to do.

"They've probably forgotten what happened a few days ago." Xu Tian said helplessly, suddenly remembering the ministers' attitude towards him.

If it weren't for their request, how could he have possibly gone to some football match?

To be honest, he had absolutely no interest in Cuju (ancient Chinese football) matches. He had been trying to help them all along, but they always disappointed him.

Lost in thought, the carriage arrived at the palace.

When the ministers saw the carriage, they knew that Xu Tian had arrived. They all got off the carriage, their expressions gradually turning angry, and some even wanted to rush up to it immediately.

As soon as Xu Tian lifted the curtain, he immediately felt their angry gazes.

With a light cough, Xu Tian showed no fear. He calmly dismounted from the carriage and instead revealed a bright smile. "It seems I'm a bit late today. I didn't expect you all to be here."

The ministers were completely taken aback by Xu Tian's nonchalant attitude and were somewhat puzzled.

Why isn't Xu Tian afraid at all?

One of the ministers, who really couldn't stand Xu Tian, ​​spoke up angrily: "Lord Marquis, do you even know what you've done? I don't think you're suited to play football. You should decide not to go and return to your residence."

The more he looked at Xu Tian, ​​the more he disliked him.

If there hadn't been so many people around, he might have actually taken action.

Xu Tian didn't explain, and leisurely continued walking forward. Anyway, he hadn't done anything wrong, and he had acted uprightly and honestly, so he wouldn't have any extra thoughts.

“Lord Marquis, shouldn’t you give us an explanation? Several days have passed, but you haven’t said a word. Do you know how disappointed we are in you?” Other ministers chimed in.

As if he hadn't heard, Xu Tian had already walked up to King Yinglan.

King Yinglan had anticipated this outcome, and his attitude towards Xu Tian was much better than usual. He even showed special concern for Xu Tian's drama, but his words were full of blame towards Xu Tian.

Xu Tian had long anticipated this outcome and responded calmly to King Yinglan.

The ministers disliked Xu Tian even more and voiced their desire for him to leave the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) competition immediately, feeling that he was not worthy of being there.

After King Yinglan said a few words of persuasion, they stopped chasing Xu Tian.

With the morning court session about to begin, they started to feel that Xu Tian should not participate in the Cuju (ancient Chinese football) competition, and began to boycott him in various ways.

Xu Tian frowned, his gaze fixed on King Yinglan.

"This has nothing to do with me; you did it." King Yinglan stood leisurely and said to Xu Tian.

There was little reaction; Xu Tian's gaze moved back and forth.

He didn't find Shen Qing, which relieved him. He had been looking for Shen Qing these past few days, hoping she would come back and explain things to him.

But Shen Qing disappeared again, and he couldn't find her no matter how he asked. With no clues about Shen Qing, he had no choice but to give up.

He knew that King Yinglan would definitely let Shen Qing reappear, since he would have to identify him again.