Chapter 89： The Eighth Prince Returns to Beijing

"At the end of the day, I will meet the Eighth Prince's Daughter, thousands of years old."

A group of people were waiting to kneel beside Nan Jun's rented carriage, which made Nan Jun feel a little embarrassed.

"Get up!"

The general's face was full of joy, and his eyes were red with excitement.

"Eighth Prince, you are finally back. Your Majesty has been worrying about you every day for the past few months!"

Since the Eighth Prince's daughter was assassinated and disappeared, the emperor sent the Imperial Forest Army to search for it every day. The inside and outside of the capital city have been searched several times.

Many people said that the Eighth Prince's daughter must be in danger, but the emperor scolded angrily: "If you don't see Jun'er's body for a day, you will have to look for it one day."

Now that the Eighth Prince and Daughter have returned safely, the Holy Majesty can finally feel at ease, and the Imperial Forest Army in Beijing can also rest.

"My king will go back to the mansion first to change clothes, and then enter the palace to have an audience."

Nan Jun intentionally left these words because she wanted someone to enter the palace to let her know. She had to go back to the mansion to change her clothes, and then find someone close to her to get the news before she could enter the palace!

"Yes, the end will send someone to notify the palace immediately."

"Thank you."

Before Nanjun's carriage arrived at the Eighth Prince's Mansion, the butler had already led the whole mansion out to greet him.

"The old slave welcomes the master home."

"Slave waits to welcome the master back home, a thousand years ago."

The old butler knelt on the ground with snot and tears, causing everyone behind him to have red eyes.

The two women dressed as young guards even buried their heads on the ground, their faces were pale, and they were out of breath from crying.

Nan Jun jumped off the carriage, and saw the two young women covered in blood kept kowtowing to her, claiming to be dereliction of duty.

Presumably these two were his personal bodyguards, they were punished for not protecting their master well, so they didn't go out to look for her.

"Get up!" Nan Jun said coldly.

After thanking him, the old butler got up from the ground first, and everyone followed suit.

On the contrary, the two young women covered in scars still buried their heads on the ground, refusing to get up.

"Since the king is fine, and you two have been punished, let's let this matter go. It is the right thing to take care of the body and protect the king in the future."

"If the master suffers, the subordinate deserves to die."

Those two were more stubborn than cows, even though Nan Jun had already said to forgive them, they still refused to get up.

"It's easy to die. It's just that this king has worked hard to train you for many years. Once you two die, what will happen to this king in the future? Could it be possible to re-train two of you from your mother's womb?"

Nan Jun sighed helplessly, this foolish and loyal person is cute even though he is annoying.

"Subordinates dare not." The two hurriedly said.

What the master said is right, it is indeed not easy to train a Jingwei, if the two of them die together, who will be as loyal to the master as they are in the future, and let the master demolish them?

"Since you dare not, why don't you get up quickly?"

Nan Jun frowned slightly, and looked at the two with some amusement.

"Master...Master, this subordinate's legs are numb and he can't stand up..."

Fearing that Nanjun would be angry, one of the women explained with a blushing face, full of shame.

"Aren't you going to help the two of them up?"

Nan Jun restrained himself from laughing, and only waved to the people behind them.

Immediately, the Nursing Court stepped forward to help the two of them. From this point of view, the relationship between the two personal guards and Nan Jun was quite good.

Thinking about something in the lowered eyes, there was a light cough from inside the carriage, and it was only then that Nan Jun remembered that there was his savior inside!

Busily opening the car curtain, Nan Jun covered his wrist with his sleeve and handed it to Lian Qing, letting the man help her to walk down.

Lian Qing secretly rejoiced that Nan Jun treated him like this in front of the people in the Eight Princes' Mansion, which was an admission of his identity. Even if he couldn't become the Eight Kings Lord in the future, it would be no problem to be a side king.

"Master, isn't this the son of the Lian family?"

The old housekeeper looked at his master puzzled, how could they be together?

The stewards of the Eighth Prince's Mansion are well-informed and exquisite, but she can recognize anyone who has shown their face in Beijing.

Knowing Lian Qing is just because he is good friends with Mr. Qiao's family in the General's Mansion. The old butler has met him a few times!

Nan Jun was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Lian Qing.

His last name is Lian? It's not Lianqing's pity...

Thinking that he had misunderstood his name, Nan Jun couldn't help feeling ashamed, but fortunately he was just curious and didn't ask, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

Mr. Lian's family? No wonder he recognized himself.

"My king was seriously injured. Thanks to Mr. Lian Qing for saving me, Mr. Lian will be my benefactor in the future. Please take good care of me."

Nan Jun briefly talked about Lian Qing's rescue in front of everyone, and the entire Eight Princes' Mansion was full of respect for Lian Qing immediately.

"The old slave waited for the Eighth Prince's Mansion to thank Mr. Lian Qing."

The old housekeeper bowed and saluted Lian Qing, this salute was absolutely sincere.

Lian Qing glanced shyly at Nan Jun, but didn't open his mouth to ask the housekeeper to get up.

Lian Qing finally changed from an unknown son of the Lianfu to a benefactor of the Eight Princes' Mansion, which made Lianqing secretly happy.

"Let's go back to the mansion first! I will enter the palace after changing clothes."

Nan Jun walked into the palace first, followed by the butler to meet Lian Qing.

"Go and arrange a quieter yard for Mr. Lian, and set aside a piece of land for him to grow medicine."

Nan Jun ordered the housekeeper to arrange for Lian Qing, while he went to the main courtyard with the servant.

Lian Qing watched Nan Jun leave without looking back, and bit her lip angrily.

He doesn't like quietness, and he doesn't like planting medicine.

He likes luxury, the more luxurious the better.

He has been planting medicinal herbs for ten years, why is it so difficult to live in the Eight Princes Mansion, and continue to plant them?

But Nan Jun personally ordered, Lian Qing did not dare to refute.

Nan Jun just wanted to arrange a yard for Lian Qing according to the feeling of the Liu Family Village, thinking that he would like such a small courtyard full of medicinal fragrances, and he didn't want Lian Qing to be Bi Lianqing, it was a waste of Nan Jun's thoughts .

"Master, woo...you are back, if you don't come back, the subordinates will go with you."

As soon as Nan Jun changed his clothes and came out, the guard with an aggrieved face threw himself into her arms, and Nan Jun was so frightened that he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Dark Rain, the master just came back, don't mess around."

An Feng on the side looked helplessly at the woman holding Nan Jun, with disgust on her face.

"Wuuu... An Feng, just let me hug the master!"

Before An Yu finished speaking, Nan Jun pushed her out of her arms.

"master?"

An Yu raised her eyes that were red from crying, and called out aggrievedly.

"How dignified are two big girls hugging each other? What does it look like for people to see!"

Nan Jun withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and took a step back, away from the dark rain.

"The master took a bath with his subordinates before, so what if he let his subordinates hug him now?"

An Yu muttered unhappily, but she didn't dare to lean on Nan Jun again.

"Master, how badly have you been injured? Are you all healed now?"

An Feng was relatively more stable, and he cared about Nan Jun's body when he opened his mouth.