As the name suggests, Beiyuan is located near the hills on the north side of Wanzhou City. The entire building is built on the mountain, making full use of the original terrain and trees, and then carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen. There are green trees every five steps and a pavilion every ten steps. Although it is a bit exaggerated, in Beiyuan in early autumn, you can feel a hint of cool air and appreciate countless precious trees.

Huang Shangbai sat bored in the yard and remained silent. Several maids and guards stood far away and did not dare to speak.

Regarding the prince who returned from Lu, these servants did not know the temper of this new master, and they would be scolded or even lose their lives if they were not careful.

Xiaoshuang didn't know where to go. Her status in Beiyuan was at least higher than that of ordinary servants and maids, because she was the eunuch personally selected by the ancestors.

The sun was falling, and the cool breeze suddenly rose, and the rain was mixed in the air. Xiaoshuang was holding a silk cloak in her hand and came from a distance. It was heard that she was carefully dressed up.

"Master, come in, it's cold here."

Xiaoshuang put the cloak on Huang Shang's body, and there was still a fragrance on it.

"It's okay, I'll sit for a while."

"this……."

Huang Shang did not move his nest, so naturally these people dared not move his nest.

Huang Shang was very panicked. According to his personality, he was unwilling to steal other people's names, but he tried to explain it repeatedly but failed. The people in the Zhu family thought he was throwing a tantrum.

A servant rushed in from outside the gate in a panic and knelt in front of Huang Shang:

"No...no...master...priest...priest...priest...priest...priest...author...author...author, the ancestor ordered...master, you... go...to...changxi Prince's Mansion."

"Changxi Prince's Mansion?" Huang Shang asked back:

"Do you know what's up?"

"Slave... I don't know... I dare not say..." The servant hesitated for a moment and did not answer his question.

"Master..., if I guess correctly, it may be...the prince...wants to see you...for the last time." Xiao Shuang leaned over and said softly in Huang Shang's ear.

The last side? Could it be...?

"Master, I know you are... sad, but at least... the prince is... the master's father... Besides, if it is spread, it may be unfavorable for the master in the future." Xiao Shuang whispered like an orchid in his ear.

She was very glad that she had the right bet, so she wanted to do her best to help the newly returned prince.

"What do you want me to do?" Huang Shang was confused. What last side? Does the other party know his fake identity and want to talk to him? If this is true, it's best, but as long as you try your best to explain, the other party should not blame him.

"Okay, go!" Huang Shang nodded helplessly.

Changxi Prince's Mansion is in the center of Wanzhou City. Since ancient times, the dominants have liked to build their residences in the center of the city, which symbolizes that their authority cannot be challenged, and Changxi Prince's Mansion is no exception.

The style of the Changxi Prince's Mansion is similar to that of other countries in the mainland. They are all red bricks, green tiles and high walls. Four servants stood solemnly outside the gate. After seeing Huang Shang and his group coming, they respectfully opened the door. Two more servants came to take the carriage away. Zhu Sheng, who was escorting Huang Shang, did not follow Huang Shang into the intermediate court, but just waited in the outer courtyard.

There was no words in the whole process, and it seemed extremely depressing.

After entering the intermediate court, Huang Shang was hurriedly taken to a building by two servants and two maids. At the entrance of this building full of strange medicine, several doctors looked at Huang Shang who was coming hurriedly and shook their heads without saying a word.

In a large room, the light was extremely dim, and it was filled with pungent smells and all kinds of unpleasant smells. A young man was kneeling in front of a bed and bowing his head without saying a word. A middle-aged woman, the woman who went to pick up Huang Shang last time, was sitting on the sickbed with a frown. Her ancestor was also sitting on the side of the sickbed, holding a hand with only skin and bones left in her hand.

"Zhener, he is here." The ancestor's tone was low, but calm.

"Uh...uh..." A sound of trying to sit up sounded from the bed, and the thin hand moved slightly.

"Cong'er, Nan'er, come here." The ancestor turned his head and ordered Huang Shang and the young man kneeling on the ground.

"Did you hear it?" Seeing that Huang Shang did not move, the ancestor suddenly raised his tone, which contained irresistible majesty and pressure.

On the sickbed, a man in a generous prince's costume. Cong was so thin that he was only a skinny face that he could not see clearly his actual age. He only had a pair of unsightly eyes that could keep turning.

This person is naturally Zhu Shizhen, the King of Changxi.

Seeing Huang Shang appearing in front of the sickbed, Zhu Shizhen uttered a few more times, her eyes rolled quickly, and two tears flowed out of her dry eyes.

"Your father is very happy. He said he was sorry for you, but he had no choice at that time. I hope you don't blame him." The ancestor seemed to understand what Zhu Shizhen wanted to say and said from the side.

"Your father said that many things have passed, don't pursue them anymore. Let him go over the past." Zhu Shizhen rolled his eyes on the bed, and the ancestor kept saying it.

"As the eldest son, I hope you will abandon your past grudges, be optimistic about the family business, and treat your younger brother..."

Zhu Shizhen, who was utterly uttering, suddenly rolled her eyes, kicked her legs, raised her body high, and then fell on the hospital bed.

"Prince...!"

"Father……!"

A loud cry suddenly sounded in the room, and many doctors came in outside the door one after another. After examining Zhu Shizhen, they nodded to the silent ancestor.

Except for the ancestors who did not cry, only Huang Shang did not cry.

"Sir, don't you kneel down yet!" Looking at Huang Shang standing blankly, the ancestor seemed to be angry, and stood up tremblingly and was about to smash it with the stick in his hand.

"Even if you feel a lot of grievances, you must endure it today!" The ancestor shouted at Huang Shang.

"Old...Old ancestor, I'm not..., I'm..."

"Don't say anything again in the future!" The ancestor raised the scepter as ordered, but the scepter never fell down.

OK!

Huang Shang shook his head helplessly, just kneel down, his father... Alas, if he insists on telling the truth at this time, it will be a blow to this ancestor...

Why should you spread salt on someone’s wounds at this critical moment?

After this matter is calmed down, I will find an opportunity to explain it to them. I have nowhere to go, so I can rest here before making plans.
Chapter completed!