Young Song: The Hidden Sword God, Han Yi and Her Child Arrive at the Door.

The next morning.

Changqinglou's business was still booming. Although there was a little incident last night, it was not even an appetizer for this "black shop". Not a single drop of blood was left on the ground.

Despite the dark circles under his eyes from staying up late "watching a show," Lei Wujie still moved energetically through the crowd delivering meals.

Wushuang, meanwhile, was humming a little tune in the kitchen, carving today's signature dish, "A Hundred Flowers in Full Bloom," with his radish flower sword intent.

It's actually just a radish platter.

Just then.

The light at the entrance dimmed slightly, and a figure walked in.

This is a young man.

He wore a golden brocade robe embroidered with intricate cloud patterns, a warm jade pendant hung at his waist, and a folding fan in his hand, looking like an ordinary rich young master.

But his charisma is something that cannot be ignored.

That was the air of nobility cultivated from long-term high positions, and also a composure born from seeing through the ways of the world.

He walked into the noisy tavern, like a drop of golden ink falling into clear water; though he didn't try to be ostentatious, he instantly became the center of attention.

He didn't bring any attendants, nor did he put on airs like Zang Ming had before.

He simply smiled and glanced around, then walked straight to an empty table in the corner and sat down gracefully.

"Waiter, bring me a pot of good wine."

His voice was gentle and warm, like a spring breeze.

"Alright! Please wait a moment, sir!"

Lei Wujie happened to be passing by when he heard someone ordering wine, and instinctively went to greet them.

"etc."

A hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

Lei Wujie turned around and saw Xiao Se.

Xiao Se, who was usually lazy and listless, looked solemn at this moment, and his half-asleep eyes revealed a rare complex emotion.

"This table... I'll take it."

Xiao Se said in a deep voice, and then took the pot of "Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon" that had just been warmed from Lei Wujie's hand.

"Huh? Oh."

Although Lei Wujie was a little confused, he could tell from Xiao Se's expression that the person who came was definitely not simple, so he obediently stepped aside.

Xiao Se took a deep breath, straightened his fox fur coat, picked up the wine pot, and walked slowly toward that corner with steady steps.

With each step he took, his arrogance diminished, replaced by the nobility and pride that belonged to the Tianqi royal family.

When he walked to the table and gently placed the wine pot on it, he was no longer Xiao Se, the accountant of Changqing Tower, but Xiao Chuhe, the once famous Prince Yong'an!

"Uncle, how have you been?"

Xiao Se's voice was calm, but it carried a subtle, almost imperceptible tremor.

The man in gold slowly raised his head, his bright, star-like eyes gazing quietly at the somewhat thin young man before him.

a long time.

He sighed, a smile of both relief and heartache appearing on his face.

"Chu He, you really are here."

Marquis Lanyue!

The renowned Golden-Clad Marquis of Tianqi City, the current emperor's younger brother, is also the most talented and favored person in the entire royal family besides Xiao Se!

He was also one of Xiao Se's few remaining relatives in Tianqi City!

"It seems the rumors are true."

Lan Yuehou reached out to touch Xiao Se's pulse, but Xiao Se subtly avoided it.

"Uncle, I'm fine now."

Xiao Se said calmly.

"very good?"

Lan Yuehou gave a bitter laugh and withdrew his hand. "All my martial arts skills are ruined, my hidden meridians are damaged, and I can only hide in this little tavern as an accountant... Is this what you call good?"

"At least it's better than being a useless prince who just loafs around and waits to die in Tianqi City."

Xiao Se poured himself a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp. "Here, I earn my living through my own abilities. I don't owe anyone anything."

"You're still so stubborn."

Marquis Lanyue shook his head, his eyes filled with helplessness. "His Majesty misses you very much. He said that as long as you are willing to go back, even if you are a cripple, you will still be the Prince of Yong'an, and still his proudest son."

"pride?"

Xiao Se scoffed, "What right does a cripple who can't even protect himself have to talk about pride? Imperial Uncle, you're a smart man, you should know what my return to Tianqi means."

"It means... I will become the target of everyone's criticism, and I will become easy prey in the eyes of those ambitious people. I don't want to die, and I don't want to implicate the people around me."

Marquis Lanyue fell silent.

He knew that Xiao Se was telling the truth.

The situation in Tianqi City is currently turbulent, with the White King and the Red King fighting tooth and nail for the throne.

For the Prince of Yong'an, who had lost his martial arts skills but still possessed immense prestige, to return was tantamount to sending himself into a meat grinder.

"But...I heard your injuries can be healed?"

Lan Yuehou suddenly lowered his voice, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, "That Su Changqing... really cured your hidden meridians?"

That was the real purpose of his trip!

To confirm Su Changqing's true intentions and whether Xiao Se still has a chance to turn the tide!

Xiao Se's grip on the wine glass tightened slightly.

He knew that this matter couldn't be kept secret, nor was there any need to.

I guess so.

Xiao Se nodded. "Although I haven't fully recovered yet, at least... I see hope."

"hope……"

Lan Yuehou took a deep breath, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes. "Even Medicine King Valley couldn't cure this injury, yet he can? Just who is this Su Changqing?"

"he?"

Xiao Se smiled, a smile that held a deeper meaning. "He's a cook, a stay-at-home dad, and also... a god."

Just as the two were talking.

A series of light footsteps came from the stairwell.

"Daddy! I want to ride a big horse!"

"Alright, alright, let's ride the big horse, giddy up!"

Su Changqing let Xiao Nuomi ride on his shoulders, holding his daughter's little feet with both hands, and walked downstairs with a doting expression.

He was dressed in an ordinary blue robe, his hair casually tied back, looking like a friendly older brother next door, without the slightest air of a master.

But the moment he appeared, Lan Yuehou felt an invisible aura rushing towards him!

That aura was neither murderous nor oppressive.

Rather, it's a kind of...transcendence!

It was as if he did not belong to this mortal world, nor to this chaotic world. He was like a spectator standing on the clouds, looking down on all living beings. Although he was in the middle of the game, he was also detached from it.

"This is... the legendary Mr. Su?"

Lan Yuehou felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed deeply to Su Changqing.

"This must be Mr. Su. I've heard so much about you."

"I've heard so much about you?"

Su Changqing stopped and put Xiao Nuomi down from his neck. Then, looking at the noble yet respectful man in gold robes in front of him, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm just a tavern owner, I don't have any great name. You're too kind, my lord."

He saw through the other person's identity at a glance.

Tianqi City, the Golden-Clad Marquis.

This is a truly important figure, second only to the emperor, and above thousands of others.