In the next few days, envoys also arrived, but these people were naturally nothing to worry about. To put it nicely, they were a country, and to put it bluntly, they were just a city. From their attitudes, it could be seen that they all depended on the Ankui Kingdom for survival.
However, the arrangements for the envoys from various countries were completed in just a few days. Of course, it was not smooth sailing, but Mo Yu just refused to accept the challenge. On the surface, it was completed smoothly.
After Mo Yu received the last wave of envoys and walked out of the gate of the post station, Ge Luo came to greet him and said, "My Lord, as soon as you left the door, they went to Wei Weiyan's mansion with gifts."
Mo Yu said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about them. This is not the first time they have communicated with each other. Just copy down the evidence of their communication."
Goro said unwillingly: "It's not that I don't know this, but they are too bold. They are paying tribute to the emperor, but all the good things were given to Wei Weiyan." The emperor was too cowardly.
As I followed Mo Yu in and out of the palace more often these days, I could feel how frustrated Emperor Yi Jinyi was. The government affairs were almost entirely controlled by the Ninth Prince, and even the next decree had to be approved by the Ninth Prince before it could be implemented. It was clearly not the Emperor's world anymore, it was clearly the Ninth Prince's one-man show.
Mo Yu warned, "Well, the mouth can cause trouble. This is still an inn, so be careful with your words."
Goro knew that Mo Yu was not really angry, so he responded and stopped talking. But then again, these envoys always hinted at how desolate the Weiwu Marquis's Mansion was in the past, and how miserable Mo Yu was in the past. They were just short of pointing at the Marquis' nose and scolding him, which made him very angry.
But the Marquis was still able to respond with a smile, which really made him admire him from the bottom of his heart.
Wei Mansion.
Wei Weiyan sat in the main seat, below him was his illegitimate son Wei Yuze, and behind him were the envoys. In the middle were dozens of boxes filled with gold, silver and jewelry.
Sima Gaozhuo said with a flattering look on his face: "Master Wei, these are gifts for the prince. I hope you can pass them on."
At this time, a man dressed as a servant walked up to Wei Weiyan and whispered softly.
Wei Yuze, who was closest to Wei Weiyan, overheard what was going on. It turned out that there were more than ten boxes of jewels in the backyard, which were given to Wei Weiyan. Wei Yuze's eyes flashed for a moment, and he sat upright without saying a word.
Wei Weiyan looked very satisfied, and said to the people sitting below: "I will convey your thoughts to the prince."
Sima Gaozhuo and the others were still worried, but Wei Weiyan suddenly changed his tone and said, "But what I asked you to do has not been effective at all."
When Sima Gaozhuo heard Wei Weiyan talking about this, his face instantly turned ugly, and he stood up to apologize: "Please forgive me, Lord Wei. I really tried every way to humiliate him, but he always smiled and dismissed me. He is not like a man at all, and has no blood at all. Not to mention confronting us, he has never even shown an unhappy expression."
There was another sentence Sima Gaozhuo did not say, that is, he can endure what ordinary people cannot endure. If you cannot guarantee a fatal blow, it is best not to make an enemy of such a person. Unfortunately, they chose the Ninth Prince's faction from the very beginning.
A vicious look flashed across Wei Weiyan's eyes, and he waved his hand to let Sima Gaozhuo and others go down.
Wei Weiyan then called his confidants and whispered something to them, but no one knew what he was saying.
Wei Yuze, who was standing next to him, saw all of Wei Weiyan's plans but said nothing.
After Mo Yu arranged all these envoys, he had nothing to do, and Mo Ranran felt a little relieved.
"Brother, since you have nothing to do today, why don't you go out for a walk with me." Mo Ranran said excitedly.
She had never gone out with her brother before. In the past, her brother was mentally ill, and she was afraid that something might happen to him while he was staying in the house, let alone going out.
Mo Yu also thought of this, and since he had nothing to do today, he agreed.
On the street, Mo Yu and Mo Ranran were walking on the street, with Ge Luo and Yu Zi following behind.
Mo Ranran explained as they walked, "Brother, Miss Leng's birthday is in two days. As the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she probably has no shortage of gold and silver items. What do you think I should give her?"
As a man, Mo Yu is naturally not interested in these things of his daughter's family: "You decide, I don't know much about these things."
I guess Mo Ranran didn't really want Mo Yu to give her any advice, as he didn't know much about girls' things. He just wanted to talk more with Mo Yu.
Mo Yu sat on the chair, watching Mo Ranran choosing. At this time, Goro came over and whispered something to Mo Yu.
Mo Ranran had almost made her choice by this time.
"Brother, let's go!"
Mo Yu patted Mo Ranran's shoulder and said lightly: "Ranran, take Yuzi and Yuzhu and continue shopping. I have something else to do." After that, he left.
Inside the post station.
Sima Gaozhuo saw Mo Yu coming and went to greet him, saying warmly, "My Lord, we've been waiting for you. We'll be going back in a few days, so I wanted to thank you for your care over the past few days, so I specially prepared a banquet for you."
Mo Yu took a quick look and chuckled, "Why didn't I see the Sixth Prince today?"
Sima Gaozhuo explained with a smile: "The Sixth Prince has not adapted to the climate here and is resting in his room!" He became even more enthusiastic: "My Lord, we will not leave until we are drunk today. I respect you! You also know that our Ankui country is weak and cannot withstand the suppression of any of you. My Lord also knows what happened in the past. I hope you can forgive me."
Sima Gaozhuo remembered that Wei Weiyan had sent him a message today, so he didn't have to wait until midnight to let Mo Yu go back. He wondered what Wei Weiyan wanted to do, but he had to do it.
The other people following Sima Gaozhuo also started to be polite, and the atmosphere was very lively for a while.
Mo Yu was wary of the sudden enthusiasm of Sima Gaozhuo and his men, but he responded without any mistakes: "Master Sima, what you said is true. There has never been any deep hatred between us. What is there for me to forgive?"
Goro watched Mo Yu and Sima Gaozhuo talking to each other. Every word seemed to have a deep meaning, but he couldn't guess what it meant. He sighed in his heart and admired Mo Yu's ability to handle it perfectly.
As time passed, Mo Yu was a little drunk. As the saying goes, people have three urgent needs, so he walked to the backyard, got some fresh air, and his drunkenness was alleviated a little.
Suddenly, a calm voice called Mo Yu.