Chapter 1227: The King Song Residence, Meeting the Old Butler! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A few moments later, a muscular figure with the dominating aura of the chief guard strode out of the residence, his every step heavy and forceful. This person first suspiciously examined Wang Chong and then quickly said, ”His Highness is not present. King of Foreign Lands, please return!”
The chief guard was straightforward and to the point. After saying this, he immediately gestured as if to guide him away.
”Not present? Where did he go?” Wang Chong inquired.
King Song never left the capital, and the capital was only so large.
”I do not know. In short, His Highness is not present. Please return!” the chief guard indifferently said.
”Since that's the case, let me see the old butler!” Wang Chong said.
”Please return!” the chief guard said, his tone even harder.
This time, however, Wang Chong did not argue and instead strode straight into the King Song Residence.
”Stop!”
Everyone paled at this sight, and the two guards immediately leveled their spears at Wang Chong. Meanwhile, the chief guard, his expression cold, went to block Wang Chong's path. But a moment later, an object appeared in Wang Chong's hand that caused all of them to grimace.
”King Song's token!” one of the guards couldn't help but blurt out.
Wang Chong had revealed none other than the token King Song had given him before he left for the war of the southwest.
”All of you, withdraw.” An elderly voice rang out in everyone's ears.
”Sir Butler.”
The guards immediately began to withdraw. Wang Chong raised his head and saw a familiar figure standing at the open gates of the King Song Residence, his black robes flapping in the wind.
After the half a year since they had last met, the old butler was still as healthy as ever, but he now appeared to be somewhat more aged. The old butler stood on the steps and slowly said, ”Wang Chong, come in.”
This time, no one stopped Wang Chong, and even those other guards who had noticed the disturbance at the gate began to fall back. Wang Chong walked into the residence and up the steps, stopping in front of the old butler.
”Old butler, long time no see!”
Wang Chong gave a respectful bow, treating him just as he had on their first meeting.
”You truly haven't changed.”
A thin smile appeared on the old butler's worried face. Whether it was in martial arts, strength, or status, Wang Chong far exceeded him, but he still treated him with just as much courtesy and respect as in the past. This was one of the traits the old butler appreciated about Wang Chong.
”When I heard that you had returned to the capital, I expected that you would pay a visit. Come with me!”
The old butler glanced at Wang Chong and quickly walked into the hall, Wang Chong following closely behind.
The hall was so quiet that it seemed like another world.
The old butler seated himself in the hall, raised an exquisite tea pot, and filled Wang Chong's cup. Wang Chong noticed that the tea was steaming hot. It was clear that he had been expected.
Wang Chong quietly seated himself next to the old butler.
”Wang Chong, I know that you must have many questions, but the guards at the gate were not deceiving you. King Song is not here,” the old butler slowly said as he placed the tea pot on the table.
Wang Chong said nothing, but his brow slightly creased. He looked into the old butler's eyes and saw that they were just like when Wang Chong had first met him. At this moment, Wang Chong knew that the old butler was not lying.
After what seemed like an eternity, Wang Chong finally took a sip of fragrant tea and asked, ”Just where did King Song go?”
”I cannot answer you, but His Highness truly does have matters he must attend to,” the old butler softly said.
”That matter… His Highness is actually even more confused about it than you, and was even less willing to see it passed. His Highness has always been a member of the pro-war faction in court. You, Duke Jiu, and your father all understand this point.”
”But why is it that King Song hasn't replied to a single one of my letters? Tell me, just what happened? If King Song has some difficulties that he is compelled to deal with, tell me, just what is he so afraid of?” Wang Chong sternly said.
The old butler said nothing, only took the tea pot and filled his own cup. The tea in the pot gurgled as it struck the porcelain cup. After a long silence, the old butler began to speak once more.
”Wang Chong, His Highness has his own difficulties. All I can tell you is that His Highness will definitely give you an answer in a few days. But before this, His Highness has to investigate a matter! Only then… can he answer all your questions!”
The old butlery gave Wang Chong an extremely profound stare.
Wang Chong fell into a long and pensive silence.