Gray Wolf, who was heading towards the East Palace Gate, looked at Yang Yong beside him and couldn't help but admire him: "Old Yang, you really deserve to be a steward! You can be neither arrogant nor humble in front of the king. I don't even dare to breathe when I see him."
Yang Yong smiled gently: "It's nothing. We just need to remember that our master is called Xuanyuan Moze. We should be respectful to others and don't need to be afraid of anyone."
"No wonder the master asks you to handle everything. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do it." When the master left before, the entire mansion was under the management of Yang Yong, and nothing happened. But if it were him, he wouldn't be able to do it.
"Everyone has their own strengths. I can't match your strengths."
Hearing this, he became excited and asked, "Oh? Is there anything you can't compare to me? What is it?"
Hearing this, Yang Yong's mouth twitched and he glanced at him: "I don't have the drive to move forward courageously."
"Oh? So that's why. You always think over and over again before doing anything. I'm not like you who jumps into action as soon as a disagreement arises. I'm direct and quick." He nodded, looking quite proud.
Yang Yong smiled gently and said nothing until he arrived outside the East Hall gate. After waiting for about an hour, he saw the two people coming out. A gleam of light flashed across his gentle eyes as he looked at the two people inconspicuously.
The man was about twenty-five years old, wearing a purple robe and a jade belt around his waist. He had a handsome face, but his skin was slightly pale, and he gave people the feeling of being not masculine, but slightly feminine.
As for the woman beside him, she was wearing a gorgeous dress, with her hands placed neatly in front of her, walking steadily and gracefully, and her face was beautiful with an innate nobility. A flame-like red mark between her eyebrows gave her an unusual charm, and the amorous feelings in her eyes were captivating and unforgettable.
As expected, these two people were the most valued by the Chishui Dynasty, one of the eight empires. Their excellence was beyond his expectations.
Putting aside his thoughts, he slowly stepped forward, clasped his hands together and bowed: "I am Yang Yong, and I greet the Crown Prince Chishui and the Third Princess."
"Yang Yong?" Prince Chishui's narrow eyes swept across and fell on him.
"Yes, I am here on the orders of my master to take you two into the mansion."
"Your master is Xuanyuan Moze?"
"Exactly."
"Lead the way." He waved his hand and gestured.
"Please." He leaned slightly aside, made a gesture of invitation, and then led them out together with the gray wolf.
The Prince of Chishui and the Third Princess came to the Xuanyuan Dynasty with a large group of people. Therefore, when this group of people arrived at the Prince's Mansion, they were also very large and attracted everyone's attention.
However, except for some of their close confidants, no one else was allowed to enter the mansion. Therefore, after Prince Chishui arrived at the gate of the mansion, he asked the people around him to settle the accompanying guards, and then he and his sister entered the mansion with ten close confidants.
Yang Yong personally took them to the North Courtyard to settle down. He gave them the entire North Courtyard as a place to rest. Then, he looked at the two of them and said, "If you feel that you are missing anything, you can ask my servants to find me and I will arrange it for you."
"Yeah." Prince Chishui responded, looked around, and asked, "Where is your master? The guest has already come in, is he planning to avoid him?"