A low ranked soldier that guarded the gate looked at the fast horses as they disappeared into the night. He said with some awe: “The Emperor treats His Highness Duan Wang so well.”
A senior soldier snorted at the side: “Other than Rui Wang, Duan Wang is the most favoured by the Emperor. Did you see the Emperor this worried when Cheng Wang was attacked last time?” If they didn’t already know, they would have thought that Duan Wang and Cheng Wang’s injuries were reversed.
It could be seen that a person just didn’t have to choose a father when he reincarnated, but also the mother. Otherwise, why was it that they were all imperial sons, but the care was so drastically different?
“Are you suicidal, are you allowed to discuss the matters of the wang ye?” Commander Sun passed by on his horse. Hearing the conversation, he said with a heavy face, “Shut the gates!”
The expression of the two changed with fright. Along with the others, they obediently close the city gate. The result was that not long after, they saw a few more people speeding on horses, a gold token held up in one hand. They instantly understood, oh, this was also from the palace heading to Fu Lang Manor.
On the backs of the horses were several boxes wrapped in bright yellow cloth. The gatesmen didn’t know what was inside but their expression was wooden. How many horses have already passed by?
Qu Qing Ju disguised a yawn and looked at the piles of gifts in front of her. She turned to look at the lazily sitting He Heng. Smiling as she commented: “The Emperor has such care for wang ye, how many rounds of gifts have already come?”