"Prince, Marquis." Yan Laixing carefully spoke to the two men at the door with a smile.
Yan Nanchen, Prince Duan, slightly nodded in reply and said, "Thank you, Lord Yan."
"No... no trouble, no trouble at all." Yan Laixing's face showed a hint of fear, and for a moment, he dared not speak the truth.
But as the saying goes, it's better to have a short pain than a long one.
"The two of you, the Regent King said you must be tired from the journey and didn't want to see you..." His voice grew weaker as he spoke further; being a local official, he could not afford to offend either of the esteemed gentlemen.
As his words fell, Yan Nanchen's face visibly darkened, while Marquis Zhaoren waved his hand indifferently, "In that case, I won't disturb you, Lord Yan. Please go in, no need to see me out."
Yan Laixing's face relaxed slightly at this and bowed, chuckling, "Ah, I bid farewell to the Marquis and... "
