Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 182: What kind of maid serves the crown prince?

"He is..."

The old lady paused for a moment, lost in thought, before finally saying, "Your cousin! The most talented person in the Jiang family, the 27-year-old young Venerable!"

"Where is he?" Xin Zhuo instinctively asked again.

Fortunately, this time the old lady answered, sounding extremely tired. "I don't know. He disappeared after the Kunxu Demon Battle. He might be dead, but there was no body, and the court doesn't acknowledge it!"

What is the Kunxu Demon Battle?

Xin Zhuo was full of doubts, but seeing that the old lady had no intention of speaking further, he had no choice but to stop and bow.

The ancestral ceremony was over, but the sense of ritual was not yet complete.

The old lady held onto him and walked step by step out of the ancestral temple courtyard, reaching the central corridor. Surrounded by a large group of servants, they headed straight for the deepest part of each courtyard, finally stopping in front of a majestic and solemn courtyard.

The golden-inlaid white jade gate was closed and locked, with the plaque displaying the three characters "Fengwei Court" in a prominent position.

"This is where the direct descendants of the Jiang family's eldest sons and grandsons have lived. Since your father passed away, it hasn't been opened for a long time. If you're not here, I'm afraid it will break the rules and that brat Yu Gui will move in!"

The old lady sighed for a while, then turned around and said, "Open the door!"

The words "open the door" suddenly carried a hint of vigor.

The oldest steward, with a respectful and ceremonial manner, opened the door lock with a creak.

Inside the courtyard, the architectural style and furnishings exuded a strong sense of solemnity and grandeur. Every brick, every tile, every mountain, and every pavilion seemed indescribably serious and formal.

The old lady led him through the middle gate, entering three more gates before finally standing in front of a courtyard named "Lanxian Pavilion." Inside, there was a main hall and seven side halls, emitting an indescribable sense of lifelessness and dullness.

"This will be your residence from now on!" The old lady finally regained the appearance of a loving grandmother, patting his head kindly.

The colors in this courtyard were too monotonous and formal, making Xin Zhuo feel uncomfortable all over. He actually preferred a livelier and warmer atmosphere, but obviously, he couldn't be the one in charge. So he asked, "Don't I deserve a few beautiful and pleasant maidservants? Obedient stewards?"

A large group of beautiful maidservants, strong servants, and stewards outside the gate brightened their eyes, and some of the maidservants with good figures even slightly raised their proud chests.

The kindness on the old lady's face suddenly disappeared bit by bit. "How beautiful do you want them to be? Tell me."

Xin Zhuo said seriously and solemnly, "First of all, they can't be too short. Secondly, they must be exceptionally beautiful and have a good figure. They should be skilled in singing, dancing, playing musical instruments, calligraphy, and painting. Lastly... they should be at least at the Half-step Small Great Master level in martial arts!"

The excitement and nervousness on the faces of the maidservants outside gradually disappeared.

The old lady carefully looked at Xin Zhuo, her gaze resembling the way she looked at Jiang Yu Gui.

Xin Zhuo immediately added a self-deprecating remark, "Grandmother, please rest assured. Your grandson has absolutely no other intentions. It's just that I feel that ordinary and vulgar people cannot lead me to learn knowledge, be positive, and steadily improve. Then..."

The old lady interrupted and laughed lightly, "Grandmother will arrange it for you. Do you have any other requests?"

Xin Zhuo shook his head, "That's about it!"

The old lady asked again, "Do you want to go and meet the guests ahead?"

Xin Zhuo shook his head again, showing exhaustion on his face. "No, I'm very tired from the journey. I want to rest for a while. Let's talk about it tomorrow, grandmother... You've worked hard too!"

He respectfully bowed.

The old lady patted his head again and turned away.

Then, the large group of stewards and maidservants followed suit, leaving only him in the vast courtyard.

"Crackle..."

A withered leaf fell from somewhere, rolling around, and suddenly a lonely and desolate atmosphere filled the air.

A light breeze howled around, giving off a spooky and thrilling feeling.

Xin Zhuo stood still for a moment, pushed open the main hall door, and entered the Great Hall. The hall was extremely spacious, with various desks, counters, bookshelves, candlesticks, and soft beds, all of which were very ancient and monotonously colored in reddish-brown.

However, it seemed that someone regularly cleaned the place, as it was clean and spotless.

He walked to a desk and sat down, looking outside. He couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority and vigilance from his elevated position. He pondered over everything that had happened since he entered the mansion today, feeling like a tool manipulated by others, with his mind filled with the deeds of his ancestors, making him dizzy.

He wondered where Cui Ying'er and the others were arranged. He had the intention to go and check, but the mansion was too big and the distance too far, so he didn't feel like moving.

Looking around again, it seemed that this place would be his own nest from now on!

With nothing else to do, he opened his bag and took out "Zhang Buye Hou" and "Ancient Temple Strange Scholar," placing them aside. He was tired of reading them and didn't feel like continuing. He found more pleasure in admiring their appearance than their actual content.

He turned his head to look at the bookshelf, which was filled with bamboo slips. He randomly picked up one and opened it, only to be dazzled by the text inside, which had no punctuation marks. He reluctantly read a few lines, but his eyelids grew heavy, and before he knew it, he fell asleep on the desk.

There won't be anyone assassinating him here, right?

In a daze, it seemed like someone had arrived, standing by with a fragrant makeup scent. Xin Zhuo didn't know what they wanted to do.

He was too tired and didn't feel like caring.

...

In the front courtyard, there was a place called "Jiuyao Pavilion."

At this moment, it was bustling with activity. Officials, nobles, and aristocrats were mingling, toasting and exchanging cups, discussing romantic affairs and court matters.

In the depths of the mansion, in a grand courtyard called "Lanqing Courtyard," dozens of maids stood respectfully, while the female steward, Li Yun, held her hands together and hurriedly approached from a distance. She went straight into the main hall and greeted, "Grandma!"

Grandma Jiang sat cross-legged by the warm stove, her gaze sharp as she stared at Li Yun. "Does my grandson know martial arts?"

Li Yun pondered for a moment and bowed. "According to the news from the Border Shadow Guards, the Crown Prince initially knew martial arts and had considerable skills. However... he was once crippled by Dongfang Xiansheng, Mieling Shitai, and Shengping Changgongzhu, damaging his meridians!"

Grandma Jiang's eyes turned cold. "What happened later?"

Li Yun replied, "Later, he recovered somewhat. His martial realm is approximately at the fifth rank, and his combat skills against martial artists are not bad. However, no one can understand the martial arts he uses, or... they are not the martial arts that should exist in this world!"

"Oh?" Grandma Jiang said coldly. "What did Chanyi and Shenglingge say?"

Li Yun answered, "Chanyi Great Master and Sheng Tongling said that they couldn't understand the Crown Prince's martial arts, but his meridians are indeed chaotic and deeply injured, unlike someone who has learned martial arts. Perhaps... as the Crown Prince himself said, he encountered a Power Venerable named Baili Mieshen, who forcibly connected his meridians and taught him Qinggong, creating an illusion similar to the fifth rank realm."

"And what about Wu..." Grandma Jiang's expression became somewhat worried. After a long silence, she said, "We can't actively help him with his grudges against Dongfang, Mieling, and Shengping. Let's see what he wants to do and what his character is like. Release the power of the Jiang family and let him use it as he pleases!"

"Yes!" Li Yun knelt down on the side and added a few pieces of charcoal to the warm stove.

Grandma Jiang pondered for a moment and asked, "Who is in charge of the arrangements in the Fengwei Courtyard? Which maids are there?"

Li Yun couldn't help but chuckle. "The one in charge is Nan Liyexie, the Gu Saintess of the Poisonous Insects. The maids are the Princess of the Louling Kingdom in the Western Region, the Princess of the Tianhu Kingdom, and the daughter of the Northern Cang God, Qingxuan! They were all personally selected by the Crown Prince, each of them handsome, well-proportioned, and at the small Great Master realm! They are all under twenty-five years old now."

Grandma Jiang asked, "What is the Crown Prince doing?"

Li Yun smiled and said, "The Crown Prince is sleeping, sleeping soundly. He drooled and talked in his sleep, saying something about wanting three foot massage therapists and Thai-style services, regardless of the cost. I don't know if it's related to martial arts or some borderland game."

Grandma Jiang couldn't help but laugh. "Can he handle those foxy ladies? Will he be eaten?"

Li Yun finally burst into laughter. "This servant doesn't know!"

Xin Zhuo couldn't move anymore. He felt dizzy and his vision blurred. He would make up for the five chapters tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)