Chapter 872 - 872 27 The Wang Family Gains the Purple Abode

Chapter 872: Chapter 27 The Wang Family Gains the Purple Abode! The Green Jiao Transforms into a Dragon (Seeking Monthly Votes)_4 Chapter 872: Chapter 27 The Wang Family Gains the Purple Abode! The Green Jiao Transforms into a Dragon (Seeking Monthly Votes)_4 Du Tiangang was slightly persuaded by his words and couldn’t help but fantasize, “I’ve heard there are other continents across the great sea, where people are born with blonde hair and blue eyes, bearing strange appearances, especially the women who are even more enchanting and beautiful, exuding an exotic charm. I wonder if that’s true?”

Upon hearing this, Long Wuji let out a hearty laugh, “Hahaha, look at you and your ambitions. Once we have money, won’t you have as many foreign women as you want? Don’t worry, just follow me and do your job well, and everything will come.”

“It won’t be long before Shouzhe will be our own brother. When the time comes, we’ll first have a good time at Qingluo Guard with Luya. Then I’ll discuss with Shouzhe, and we’ll go explore the new continent together. Blonde and blue-eyed beauties, hehe, don’t you want as many as you wish?”

“Hehe, thanks much, Big Boss…” Du Tiangang’s eyes gleamed.

Zhao Wu Qing cast a disdainful look at him. Is it only women in his eyes? Is that all the ambition he has?

However, Master Shouzhe was indeed a capable person, and working together in the future, the Jiaolong Gang could benefit greatly from the association.

While Long Wuji and his group were full of anticipation, busy planning their future, on the river, a thin reed stalk floated swiftly downstream with the rapid current, approaching at a great speed like a fleeing wild goose casting its shadow.

Atop the reed stood a refined middle-aged man dressed in a scholarly robe.

The river wind blew in gusts, lifting his robes and making him appear dignified and graceful with an indescribable air of romance.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Wu Qing immediately stopped what he was doing and turned back to report, “Foster father, the Second Boss has arrived.”

It turned out that this scholarly-robed middle-aged man was the Jiaolong Gang’s Second Boss, Jiang Yusong.

As he spoke, Jiang Yusong, who was standing on the reed, had already reached the vicinity of the rocks. With a light tap of his toes, he drifted over a distance of more than ten zhang like a gentle breeze, landing on the rocks where the three men were.

Upon witnessing this, a flicker of light passed through Long Wuji’s deep eyes, but his face remained composed, still displaying his generous nature, “Yusong, what’s so urgent that even you, the Second Boss, have to come personally?”

Jiang Yusong bowed to him respectfully and said, “Boss, Yusong has an urgent matter to report, please dismiss the others.”

Long Wuji gestured with his hand.

Zhao Wu Qing and Du Tiangang sensibly withdrew to a distance.

Once the two men were sufficiently far away, Jiang Yusong then took out a letter from the Storage Ring and handed it to Long Wuji with both hands, “Your Highness, there’s a letter from Prince Yong’an.”

Long Wuji was startled, “That old man, he actually wrote to me again? Could it be that after our quarrel last time, he wants to scold me again?”

However, even though his heart was filled with doubts, his hands moved swiftly to receive the letter, and in a blink of an eye, the letter was already in his grasp.

Then he opened and read the letter.

The letter wasn’t long—it didn’t contain any superfluous words, just a simple account of Wang Liyao’s actions in Shangjing, as well as Wang Zong’an leading a large amount of supplies and men to the northern defense of An, presumably having reached some agreement with the An Commandery Prince, leading to suspicions that the Changning Wang Clan had already allied with the An Commandery Prince.

The letter urged him to deal with the matter as soon as possible.

Jiang Yusong stood nearby, carefully watching Long Wuji’s expression, afraid that something in the letter would provoke him. Instead, he saw Long Wuji’s face remained eerily calm.

After a moment, Long Wuji calmly folded the letter back up, put it into the envelope, and with hands clasped behind his back, walked to the edge of the mountain rock, gazing into the rolling river waters, lost in thought.

Jiang Yusong, watching his silhouette, felt confused and clueless.

What’s happening? Every other time the Prince had received a letter from Prince Yong’an, hadn’t he been so angry he’d jump up and down, wishing he could rush back and fight his father in three hundred rounds? Why was he so calm this time? Could he have been shocked into stupidity?

Yet what he didn’t know was that Long Wuji wasn’t calm; he was merely feigning composure, but in reality, he was already restless inside.

Who could have expected that while he was fantasizing about future benefits from collaborating with Wang Shouzhe, Wang Shouzhe had already quietly sided with the An Commandery Prince?

Wasn’t this like being slapped in the face in front of his subordinates?

No, he needed to find Wang Shouzhe and ask for clarification.

No, that wouldn’t do. A gentleman’s promise is worth a thousand in gold; if it was agreed for fifty years, then it must be fifty years. If he was anxious to seek an explanation from him now, before the fifty years had passed, wouldn’t that make him look especially lacking in presence and impatient?

But if he didn’t go, was he supposed to just watch as Wang Shouzhe sided with the An Commandery Prince?

Long Wuji, expressionless and appearing composed yet at ease, was caught in a whirlpool of conflict within his heart.

“Yusong, how much longer until the fifty-year pact?”

Suddenly, he asked Jiang Yusong.

“Reporting to the Big Boss, there are three hundred and twenty days left,” Jiang Yusong quickly calculated in his mind and promptly replied with the answer.

Why is there still so much time left?!

Long Wuji’s facial muscles twitched involuntarily. He felt like the bride he was set to marry had eloped with someone else, and he was about to watch her enter the bridal chamber.

Yet, he had to honor his promise and could only watch without being able to send his troops to intervene.

“Shouzhe, oh Shouzhe, how I valued and trusted you, and held you close,” cried Long Wuji’s inner voice, “Yet without any notice, you ran off to join that worthlessness Wu Mingyuan! What’s so good about that kid Wu Mingyuan? Playing with me, Long Wuji, would have been far more enjoyable.”

Indeed, it was like saying, “I intended to present my heart to the bright moon, but alas, the bright moon shines on the ditch!”