Chapter 459： It’s not a bad idea to take a trip out

"I'm not even angry yet, but she is angry now." Ye Qianning muttered, wrinkling her little nose.

Sang Yan lowered his head when he heard this: "Why are you angry?"

"I'm sure the immortal is drunk, but we haven't invited Beili to the banquet yet. Do you think I'm angry or not?" Ye Qianning replied very naturally.

Sang Yan was slightly surprised and took her downstairs.

"But it was a good day today. I ate my favorite food and made a lot of money. Now we in the General's Mansion won't have to have such a hard time." Thinking of the two hundred thousand, Ye Qianning couldn't help but smile.

"Is the General's Mansion short of money?" Sang Yan asked.

Ye Qianning thought for a while and said, "That's right. All the things the emperor gave me were used by my second uncle to pay off his gambling debts. Some of the gold and silver jewelry were taken away by my grandma and given to my second aunt's family."

"That's it." Sang Yan also knew more or less about the Xiang family.

Now that I think about it, it's really stressful for a whole family of 100 people to live off the gifts and salaries given to Marquis Ming for his military exploits.

"Third Prince, I will go back first." Ye Qianning stood next to the car.

"Did you come out on your own?"

"Well, the house has been boring for many days."

"There has been some unrest in Kyoto city recently. Let me take you back." Sang Yan bent down and carried her into the car.

"If the Third Prince has something to do, just go and get busy. I'll be fine if I go back by myself."

"There was something wrong, but now it's settled." Sang Yan patted her and motioned for her to go to the car.

Ye Qianning turned around and opened the curtain and sat in the car, and then Sang Yan walked in and sat opposite her.

"Has the thief been caught?" she asked, tilting her head.

"No."

"Then you said the matter was resolved."

Sang Yan chuckled: "Anyway, thanks to you today." "Hmm?"

"Haha, you are still young and don't understand, but I owe you a favor today. If you need anything in the future, you can come to the Three Princes' Mansion to find me." Sang Yan was ordered to receive the envoys of the Three Kingdoms. What happened to them in Kyoto City? He can't escape responsibility for everything.

Today I received news that Princess Dongsi hosted a banquet for the envoys of the two countries in the name of farewell. My father sent someone to the three princes' palace early in the morning to ask him to find out what they were talking about.

He arrived at the attic not far from Immortal Zui early to monitor the movements. After the envoys from the two countries arrived, he was still a little worried about how to enter uninvited.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Xiang's carriage arriving, and the little baby was blocked at the door of Xianren Zui.

After observing for a moment, Xiaowawa successfully entered. He knew that even if something happened to Dongsi, it would be difficult to talk about it in person, so he did not enter immediately.

"Favor?" Ye Qianning's eyes were full of doubts.

Sang Yan smiled and stretched out his hand to rub her head: "Yes, what do you want?"

"I don't want it, I didn't do anything." She shook her head obediently.

"Haha, then why did you suddenly think of inviting me to Xianrenzui today?" Sang Yan was very curious.

When Ye Qianning heard this, her little face wrinkled up again: "They bully people."

"Did they bully you?" Sang Yan looked tense.

"No, they bully us Beili."

"How to say?"

"Princess Dongsi said that she was hosting a banquet to establish friendship between the two countries. She said that we Beili people were not invited to establish friendship. They must be speaking ill of us behind our backs from Beili, or they are conspiring to deceive us." Ye Qianning lowered her voice slightly, Caution is written on his little face.

"How did you discover that they were plotting?"

Sang Yan stared at her, feeling that Ye Qianning was really not simple. At such a young age, he knew that the gathering of the Three Kingdoms must be plotting, and his mental observations were so subtle.