Nian Wangfei's
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In front of the prosperous city gates of Jing stood many ordinary people who had come to welcome the return of the soldiers. 

The crowd filled the ten-mile-long path, like a long dragon, the front of the procession could not see the head, the back of the procession could not see the tail.

 There were so many people on the streets that they became very crowded. Everyone raised their sleeves like a five-colored cloud.

“They come, they come.” the crowd moves. Everyone fell for each other to see the soldiers enter the city. As it entered the city, only one unit entered the city. 

The other troops were stationed at the training camp. However, even a single unit caused admiration to these civilians.

At the forefront were three large horses, belonging to Ming wang– Feng Yi Xuan, General Lan – Lan Jian Jun, and General Che Qi – Lan Mo Xian. Further behind were various soldiers and military divisions.

Feng Yi Xuan wore a black fang mask that hid her entire face, but the aura surrounding her was unmatched by anyone. 

It caused all of the spectacle noise to suddenly subside, and there were even many civilians who did not dare look directly at Ming for money comparable to Asura.

"Hey, the rumor says the Ming currency is like a demon, is it true or not?" a commoner looked at the mask on Feng Yi Xuan's face, asking curiously.

“Of course, that's right, I have a relative in the palace who works as a guard who sees Ming wang is still a child.

 I heard that the Ming currency was scary to death, but from the age of five, the color of the Ming currency returned to normal” whispered other commoners.

“I heard Ming wang is not interested in women. Not even a tongfang servant girl in manor.”

“Who would dare to marry Ming wang ah? Who in Jing city is unaware of Ming wang's cruelty and that there has never been a woman by his side?”

Because of An Yi's martial arts, he had already heard the commoner's conversation, his face had become ugly, even though his face was not seen before. 

He swept the gaze of the gossiping commoners, and soon, made all discussions between the civilians disperse.

Lan Jian Jun seemed to be somewhat dazed. Even the love and appreciation of the surrounding citizens did not enter his heart. 

If not for the imperial edict ordering him to immediately enter the palace, he really wanted to rush to the manor to see his daughter.

Lan Mo Xian was dressed in white like a graceful man, capturing the hearts of many young girls instantly. All around Lan Mo Xian was the woman who threw flowers at him and the woman who winked at him making Lan Mo Xian have the urge to run away.

After all, Lan Mo Xian was handsome, moreover, he was refined and cultured. When compared to the ruthless Ming wang, the more Lan Mo Xian became an excellent husband candidate. 

While Feng Yi Xuan was of high status, her martial arts were outstanding, and were even renowned the entire world for winning battles consecutively, but no woman dared to come close.

Yellow wine, jasper wine cup, golden wine jug, jade plate, so beautiful food, wine like spring, sitar overflow, bell ringing.

 The large hall was decorated with bell-like flowers, the flowers were white, and the bone-like porcelain shone with a translucent luster. The top of its petals had a halo with a distinct faint purple feel, seemingly dyed with a heavenly color. This is where the palace banquet will take place today.

The banquet hall was already filled with a large number of officials of all levels and young masters from noble families. 

Women smile silently, and from time to time, two or three people will form a group to talk about something, while men flatter each other subtly. The large hall can be described as a harmonious and beautiful image.

Lan Jian Jun and Lan Mo Xian received congratulations and licked many officials in the banquet hall, but clearly, both were in a daze. 

From time to time, they would glance at the entrance of the hall, thinking about why the members of the Lan family had not come.

But every strand of silvery white hair was clearly visible in the middle of the black hair. In the slightly sagging eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes silently recounted the changes of the passing years.

“Teacher He”

“Teacher He”

The people in the hall saw him arrive, all respectfully welcoming him. Don't look at Tutor He who doesn't seem to have any power, but he's not only the Emperor's teacher, but he's also the emperor's father's teacher. 

His character cannot be damaged and frankly. There were many disciples under him and he was highly respected by the Emperor.

Lan Jian Jun looked at Tutor He, rushing over, respectfully bowing "Father-in-law!", while Lan Mo Xian also respectfully called out "Grandfather"

The current tutor He looked at Lan Jian Jun, thinking of the princess who had died a few years earlier, and his pitiful grandson who had disappeared, did not know if he was alive or dead. The graceful elder suddenly became furious.

“General Lan, this old man is unable to fulfill the call of your father-in-law. When Xiao Ran died, this old man never blamed you, but now that Nian'er had been missing for so many years, not knowing if he was alive or dead, you-dad-where have you been!?” Tutor He's voice caused the entire hall to become silent.

Lan Jian Jun's body slightly swayed and with a trembling voice asked, “Daddy-in-law, what are you saying? How did Nian'er get lost over the years?

Lan Mo Xian was also startled upon seeing his grandfather, hoping that this was all wrong.

“Do you think this old man will lie to you? Nian'er went missing five years ago and you pretended not to know!” Tutor He cried with red eyes. His poor granddaughter, he didn't know if she was still alive.

Lan Jian Jun's entire body was like a cripple. At this moment, An yiniang who had just entered the hall heard Tutor He's words completely panicked and rushed over to Lan Jian Jun.

"Mastering!" Anyiniang supported Lan Jian Jun and shouted in fear.

“Tell me, has Nian'er been missing for five years! Tell me!" Lan Jian Jun released An yiniang's embrace, demanding impatiently.

"Of course not, how could the third youngster be missing for five years?" A yiniang explained.

Lan Jian Jun sighed in relief, as long as nothing happened to his daughter, "Then where is Nian'er?" Lan Jian Jun did not even look at the two daughters and one son and searched among the crowd.

"Sir, after this concubine learned that master was returning to Jing, sending people to bring back the third young miss" An yiniang took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears and stammered, "But on the way home, she said, miss the third met the robber, miss the third young, unfortunately, received the injury and died.

"Whatdidyou say? Say again!" Lan Mo Xian grabbed An yiniang's clothes, gritting his teeth.

"Master, this is all this concubine's fault, this is all this concubine's fault!" A yiniang seems very guilty.

"General Lan, Nian'er has been missing for five years, do you still trust this woman?" Tutor He asked sadly.

Although Lan Jian Jun was a rude person, it did not mean that he did not understand anything. He had already trusted the words of Tutor He, knowing that his daughter had gone missing five years ago, whether she was alive or dead. 

And this definitely cannot be separated from any relationship with this woman! What has he done!

Lan Jian Jun seemed to be very old, while Lan Mo Xian grew more and more convinced by his grandfather's words, channeling his energy, planning to end An yiniang there and now, even Lan Jian Jun felt killing intent towards An yiniang.

"Grandfather" A soft voice came from the direction of the entrance of the hall. The gentle tone of a graceful woman, regardless of whose ears it falls on, will unconsciously give a good impression of the girl.