The White King's Envoy? Get in line!

"White Prince's Mansion?"

The moment the name was mentioned, the once bustling entrance to Changqing Tower fell silent.

Although Snow Moon City is located in the Jianghu (martial arts world) and has never really paid much attention to the imperial court, it is still the Second Prince of Beili!

It is the legendary White King Xiao Chong, who is most likely to inherit the throne and whose strength is unfathomable!

His trusted guards came in person, and they were "ordered to pay their respects," which is quite significant!

"Sir, please come in, please come in!"

The onlookers instinctively made way for him, afraid of offending the royal envoy.

Zang Ming was very pleased with this feeling of being the center of attention.

Although he was just a guard, he was the White King's guard!

As the saying goes, even a seventh-rank official is inferior to a prime minister, let alone a prince's confidant.

Wherever you go, you're treated with utmost respect.

He straightened his clothes, a reserved yet dignified smile on his face, and strode towards the tavern.

however.

A hand, a hand stained with oil and even smelling of scallions, was placed in front of him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Sir, what are you doing?"

Lei Wujie looked at him unhappily, "Didn't you see how many people are queuing up behind you? If you want to eat, go to the back and get a number! If you want to see the boss... well, that depends on the boss's mood. The appointments are booked until next year!"

"Um?"

Zang Ming paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

He looked Lei Wujie up and down. He was dressed in a red short-sleeved shirt with a rag draped over his shoulder. He looked like a waiter.

"Who are you? How dare you stop me?"

Zang Ming snorted coldly, the arrogance cultivated from his long-term high position unconsciously surfacing. "I am the commander of the guards of the White Prince's residence! I have come to pay my respects to Mr. Su on the orders of the White Prince! I have important matters to discuss! Can you bear the responsibility for delaying the Prince's important business?"

"The White King?"

Lei Wujie picked at his ear. "Never heard of that. All I know is that at our Changqing Restaurant, you have to queue for a meal and make an appointment to see anyone. Even if it were the King of Heaven himself, he'd still have to follow the rules! These are the rules set by my brother-in-law... oh no, these are the rules set by our boss!"

"you!"

Zang Ming's face darkened.

He was used to running rampant in Tianqi City. When had he ever been treated like this? How dare a waiter point fingers at him?

"You audacious commoner! How dare you defy imperial authority!"

Cang Ming placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Get out of my way! Or don't blame me for being merciless!"

As he spoke, he suddenly unleashed an aura belonging to the peak of the Free Realm, attempting to push Lei Wujie aside and force his way in.

Lei Wujie was about to make a move and teach him a lesson.

Sudden.

"Swish swish swish—"

The sound of sweeping came from the side.

Cang Ming felt his foot trip, as if he had kicked something.

Before he could react, an extremely strange and subtle force traveled from his ankle throughout his entire body!

The force wasn't strong, but it hit the exact moment his center of gravity shifted!

"Thump!"

The dignified commander of the White Prince's guards, a master of the Free and Easy Realm, suddenly tripped and fell face-first into the dirt without warning!

"Ouch!"

Zang Ming let out a miserable cry and scrambled to his feet. Half of his face was covered in dust, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Who?! Who plotted against me?!"

Zang Ming roared in exasperation, drawing his long sword and looking around.

Beside him stood a boy dressed in gray cloth, carrying a sword case, holding a broken broom and looking at him innocently.

"I'm sweeping, don't block the way."

Wushuang muttered something and lightly swung the broom in her hand.

call--

A gust of wind swept up fallen leaves and dust from the ground, directly hitting Zang Ming in the face.

"Cough cough cough!"

Zang Ming coughed repeatedly from the choking, but he couldn't care less about being angry; instead, he stared intently at Wu Shuang.

That trip just now...

Although it seemed unintentional, he clearly sensed an extremely sharp and subtle sword aura!

The sword energy was hidden in the broom, contained but not unleashed, yet it could disrupt his balance without him even noticing!

What level of skill is this?

A carefree heavenly realm?!

A mere sweeper is actually a master of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm?!

A storm raged in Cang Ming's heart.

He then took a closer look at the boy, and his pupils contracted sharply when he saw the huge mahogany sword box behind him.

"That's... the Peerless Sword Box?!"

"You're the Peerless One from Peerless City?!"

Zang Ming cried out in surprise.

Why would the genius young master of Wushuang City be sweeping the floor here?

And he seems to be enjoying scanning it?

"it's me."

Wushuang waved the broom impatiently. "Aren't you annoying? I told you not to block the way! I need to finish sweeping this area before I can chop vegetables! If I'm late for lunch, Mr. Su, are you going to deduct my wages to compensate me?"

Cangming: "..."

He was completely bewildered.

The young master of Lei Family Fort is a waiter, and the genius of Wushuang City is a janitor... Just what kind of den of dragons and tigers is this Changqing Tower?

What's even more terrifying is, what kind of magic does Su Changqing possess that makes these two proud and arrogant geniuses so obedient?

Just when Cangming was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

"Da, da, da."

A series of light footsteps came from the stairs.

The previously noisy sounds in the tavern instantly disappeared, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, their eyes all turning towards the stairwell.

A man dressed in a blue robe, with a languid air, slowly walked down.

He was holding a tiny, delicate little dumpling in his arms. The little one seemed to have just woken up; it was still rubbing its eyes and sleepily resting on his shoulder.

The man walked along, gently patting his daughter's back with the utmost tenderness.

It was Su Changqing.

He didn't deliberately release any pressure, but the natural feeling of being one with heaven and earth made Cang Ming feel an unprecedented pressure.

That pressure was a hundred times stronger than the pressure he felt from the White King!

"Mr. Su... Mr. Su!"

Zang Ming subconsciously bowed, his tone becoming extremely respectful, all traces of his previous arrogance gone. "I am Zang Ming of the White King's Mansion, respectfully..."

"Alright, stop chanting."

Su Changqing interrupted him, walked to an empty table and sat down, put Xiao Nuomi on his lap, and then glanced at Zang Ming casually.

"White King's men? Spit it out, don't delay my daughter's meal."