The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

"..."

I hope so.

The butter lamp was filled with sandalwood that smelled like milk tea. Lin Nuanxi once again prayed sincerely, hoping to see her son again one day.

……

Xijing, Lishan.

Beitang Yaori did not know how many times he had come to this place, the cliff where the little jue fell off.

There are rolling hills that can't be seen at a glance. However, every inch of this mountain range has been stepped on by Beitang Yaori himself.

There is no omission in the slightest, this mountain is so familiar to him that he can memorize it with his eyes closed.

However, there was no sign of the young prince.

News without news is the best news. Even if Xiao Jue was really eaten by wild beasts, then the bones should be found.

However, the entire mountain was scoured and all the bones were collected, all from wild animals.

With this little hope, Beitang Yaori has not let up a single day in the past 15 years.The company is also fully managed by the youngest son, Beitang Aolai. His only job now is to find his youngest son, Beitang Jue.

"Master Di, you have been standing here for hours."

Leng Zhao came over and put a windbreaker on Beitang Yaori.

Over forty years old, Beitang Yaori at this time is more masculine and mature, with a handsome appearance, less arrogance and violence, and more wisdom and profoundness.

"What's the latest news?"

"Master Di, there were at least tens of thousands of vehicles that were captured on surveillance cameras on the highway section where the second young master fell off the cliff. All the vehicles under his command have tracked the information, and there are no valuable clues up to now."

"Is there any news from the Archives Bureau?"

"With Ruicheng as the center, and screened according to the blood type of the second young master, there are at least one million people. Now the gradual investigation has only excluded one-third of the population, and we have to slowly investigate."

With a population of several million, we need to find out the Year of the Monkey!

"Where is Shao Siming?"

"During the past few years, Dragon King has dispatched 80% of its people to various countries to look for the second young master. There is no news from the young master Xi."

--hateful! ! !

Beitang Yaori clenched his fists tightly. This kind of dialogue has become the most talked about topic between Leng Zhao and Di Shao for more than ten years.

Even if there is only one thousandth of hope, Beitang Yaori will never let it go.

In the past 15 years, not to mention the whole of China, more than half of the border areas have been subject to popular surveys all the year round.

Of course, this was an order personally issued by Beitang Yaori, but there was no information that matched Beitangjue.

"Look, continue to search harder for me, I don't care what method you use, if you can't find it in China, send me a notice to the whole world to continue searching!"

"Young Master..."

"Live to see people, die to see corpses!"

Hearing these eight words from a father's mouth, Leng Zhao could imagine the great hope and despair in them.

"Yes, this subordinate understands."

……

White Swan Castle, luxurious hall.

"Master, chrysanthemum tea."

The 21-year-old Jiang Ming was carved out of the same mold as his father Jiang Bo.

Elegant and noble, extremely beautiful, even the slight curvature of the corner of the mouth reveals Jiang Bo's charming evil.

"Uncle, have some tea."

Jiang Ming personally poured Beitang Yaori a cup of chrysanthemum tea, which was full of freshness.

Jiang Bo would never have imagined that during these years, Beitang Yaori was the guest who visited White Swan Castle the most times.

Every time he came here to look for Jue Beitang, Beitang Yaori would always go to White Swan Castle to take a look at Jiang Ming in person.