The Regent's Tender Darling

"Your Highness Prince An, my Lord Marquis has invited you." The young man bowed his head and bowed in obedience, his attitude was respectful and yet still the style expected of Zhaorenhou Mansion.

Marquis Zhaoren was originally a meritorious minister of the Southern Dynasty. He had the title of marquis and held military power in his hands. He was the target of many people's flattery.

It's just that Marquis Zhaoren doesn't like to be around others. He has always been a loner. He has a harmonious relationship with the people in the court, but he doesn't have deep friendships.

But now that such a big thing has happened, many officials in the court who used to flatter Zhaorenhou have alienated themselves. Only Prime Minister Mu and Gu Shangshu dare to joke with Zhaorenhou.

These two old ministers are the strangest existences in Danan. They have no business, but they also hold high positions. The most important thing is that they cannot be pulled down from their high positions, let alone let them leave the capital.

Officials often talk behind their backs about occupying the chicken coop and not laying eggs. Although the words are a bit vulgar, they do make sense.

Naturally, he also knew some secrets about the two veterans, but these things were unspeakable.

For a moment, he thought a little too far. Looking at the young man, King An smiled warmly and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

King An's attitude made the servants around Zhao Renhou look a little more kind. It felt comfortable to get along with such a polite person.

He made a gesture of invitation: "I don't mind accepting the offer. Your Highness, Prince An, please come with me."

They entered Zhaorenhou's mansion together. At this time, Zhaorenhou had already tidied up the study. Just now, his wife was making a fuss and jumping in the room, so the room was naturally in a mess.

His wife is quite old, but her personality is still like that of a child.

Although I felt a little helpless, I didn't know what I thought of, but there was still a doting smile on my face.

His wife's temper was something he was accustomed to, that's all. She couldn't change it for a while, so why not say slowly, it's not that it can't be changed.

Everything was fine, but I heard some movement outside. It must be that King An had been brought in by his servants, and his expression suddenly became serious and returned to his usual expression.

The tender eyes just now became deep and sophisticated, making people feel uncomfortable to deal with them at first glance.

It's just this majestic face that shows the temperament of a military commander.

King An was taken into the house by his servants.

The boy said, "Master Hou." After saying that, he bowed to the two of them and left.

As the servant closed the door, Marquis Zhaoren, who was wearing a purple robe and official uniform with a gold jade belt, bowed to King An and said, "Your Highness, King An."

The etiquette and rules are appropriate. Even if Prince An is an idle prince who can't even enter the court, he is still a prince from the orthodox royal family after all, and he must have the necessary rules.

"Master Hou." Prince An returned the greeting with his hands raised, his face still looking so gentle and gentle.

This was the first meeting between Marquis Zhaoren and Prince An in many years. He did not expect that Prince An would be so old now.

Wearing an elegant white robe with a round pattern, and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, it is exactly as described outside. If that incident had not happened, I am afraid that he would be a capable minister in governing the country now. Maybe the person who sat on the throne back then was also the current King An.

After all, Prince An's ability was obvious to all in the court, and he had great ambitions at a young age. At that time, many ministers asserted that the eleventh prince was a talented person in governing the country.

What a pity, what a pity that such a humiliating thing happens to a good person.

However, he felt that the rumors outside could not be taken seriously. Although such a gentle and elegant man was "powerless" for a martial artist like him, he would not be compared to a coward.