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The Pseudo-Princely Heir: System’s Early Gamble (Web Novel) - Chapter 169: Discussing the Wedding Date! (Please subscribe)
Chapter 169: Discussing the Wedding Date! (Please subscribe)
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After the dark clouds had passed, the evening sky seemed even clearer than before, not dim but a lucid blue.
Outside the Capital city, the Thousand-mile Canal, under the sunset, was tinged with a layer of faint shimmer.
Cheng Guang glanced at the glimmer on the canal, unable to penetrate the hidden demonic spirits within it, and took Lin Cheng and Xu Hongfei, along with the others, back to Duke Zhen’s Mansion.
The Entrance Hall of Duke Zhen’s Mansion had an unusual air this evening.
On a normal day, there were only two guards at the door, but today there were four more.
Moreover, these four were clearly not guards of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, but rather they seemed like veterans straight from the battlefield. Although they wore plain clothes, decked in black, each carried a Horse-slashing Sabre on their back. Even from a distance, Cheng Guang could feel the chilling aura emanating from those sabres.
“These are all veterans who have survived the battlefield, with outstanding martial cultivation skills, each of them a warrior of great valor.”
Cheng Guang knew that these guards were all war generals who had survived the battlefield, and it was very likely they were under Duke Zhen, Cheng Shiyuan. Did the presence of these guards indicate that Duke Zhen, Cheng Shiyuan, had returned?
Cheng Guang pondered for a moment and thought it unlikely; in general, Duke Zhen was often stationed near the Border Area, and would not leave the frontier without special circumstances.
So why were these veterans here?
Could there be some other reason?
Cheng Guang couldn’t figure it out, nor did he care much about it. His mind was entirely focused on the Devil Clan and the crown prince. The circumstances of these veterans seemed rather insignificant now.
Upon entering the Mansion, those guards watched Cheng Guang with sharp eyes, as if probing or observing. Faced with their piercing gaze, Cheng Guang showed not the slightest timidity, instead meeting their stare with calmness.
These guards didn’t seem like his own people, yet they dared to look at him in such a manner.
While Cheng Guang was thinking this, the four veterans in front of him suddenly relaxed their gaze, faces showing a look of admiration, and their bodies slightly bent with a sense of respect.
“Princely Heir, General Qin has arrived at the mansion to discuss the wedding date with you,” one of the old soldiers said respectfully, stepping aside to let Cheng Guang enter.
General Qin?
Wedding date?
Were these veterans brought by that General Qin?
All of a sudden, Cheng Guang remembered the marriage arranged for him by his parents, to that woman called Qin Yanqiu—a big block of ice.
So that meant…
This General Qin was his future father-in-law?
And these veterans were the people brought by General Qin?
Ideas churned in Cheng Guang’s mind, and he quickly grasped the situation.
Since General Qin had come to discuss the wedding date with Cheng Zhihai and others, it seemed that the marriage was confirmed, and it was set.
For such matters, Cheng Guang didn’t feel the need to interfere—as was the custom of the era, marriage arrangements were often entirely managed by the parents, and all he had to do was wait for the wedding.
Cheng Guang nodded slightly in acknowledgement and continued into the Mansion, where the same old soldiers who had scrutinized him now respectfully made way for him.
When Cheng Guang returned to Million Specie Garden, he saw Qing Luan already busy in the side room, apparently preparing some food for him.
Having been running about these past few days in pursuit of the Devil Clan, he hadn’t spent much time with Qing Luan, but she hadn’t complained, just quietly prepared his meals and the hot water needed for washing upon his return.
A warmth embraced Cheng Guang’s heart, “Qing Luan, there’s no need to busy yourself, it’s enough to have the servants bring over some food.”
Having entered the courtyard, Qing Luan fetched some hot water for him to wash his hands.
Cheng Guang then responded with a smile, “These past few days I’ve been out working on a case, so there’s no need for you to wait for me. Sleep early if it’s getting late.”
Qing Luan stubbornly shook her head, “How could Qing Luan possibly sleep before the Princely Heir has returned? At least, I must attend to the Princely Heir’s washing before I can rest at ease.”
Cheng Guang, at a loss for words, could only respond with a sheepish grin.
Instead, Qing Luan came up with a suggestion, her eyes sparkling as she regarded Cheng Guang.
“How about this, Princely Heir, next time you go out on a case, take Qing Luan with you, would that be okay?”
Upon hearing this, Cheng Guang was both amused and exasperated, “What are you saying? How can I bring a lady like you with me when I’m working on a case? Everyone there is rough and tough, and having a lady along would be inconvenient.”
“However, after several days of investigation, I’ve garnered some clues about the whereabouts of that Devil Clan. This matter should soon come to an end.”
Hearing this, Qing Luan’s delicate face showed a hint of surprise as she tilted her head and curiously asked, “Oh, you’ve been investigating the Devil Clan these past few days, Princely Heir? I thought you were looking for the crown prince.”
“What does investigating those smuggled Devils have to do with fondly remembering the crown prince?”
“Don’t tell me, Princely Heir, you’re intending to look for Bai Shuxuan?”
Cheng Guang laughed, “You don’t understand.”
Qing Luan hummed softly, her eyes still twinkling as she looked at Cheng Guang, seemingly waiting for him to explain and resolve her curiosity.
However, Cheng Guang had no interest in answering anymore and once again acted the Mysterious Oracle.
Qing Luan, frustrated, puffed up her cheeks, her lips pursing into a pout. She wanted to pinch Cheng Guang’s waist, but ultimately didn’t dare, only able to sulk silently.
