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That night, Qingyang still chose a black robe, and his face was still the Great Herb King's human skin mask. He was in his thirties, so calling Dongfang Bo his elder brother was reasonable.

After conversing with Yanran for a while, Dongfang Bo and Qingyang got onto a rather luxurious carriage. Under Yanran's gaze, they headed towards the Red Crane Restaurant.

"Qingyang, you know that my friends are merchants. Naturally, they are quite tactful. Therefore, they will not be bad to you. You don't have to worry about this." Dongfang Bo, who was on top of the carriage, also softly said, "The identity that I have arranged for you to be that of a merchant, you can enter the North Hall together with the caravan."

"I know, Uncle Dongfang." Qingyang was living in the world for several times longer than Dongfang Bo, so how could he not understand all of this? Qingyang naturally did not have any objection to the status of a merchant. He did not care about his status as long as he could enter the Beitang Imperial Clan.

After a short while, the carriage arrived at the entrance of the Red Crane House. This was the first time that Qingyang had come to this small, unique red building on the second floor.

"Come and pick me up from the Red Crane House in four hours." After he left the carriage, Dongfang Bo was led into Red Crane House by the attendant at the entrance.

"Master Dongfang, the private room with you and the distinguished guests is on the second floor. Please follow me." The attendant greeted Dongfang Bo familiarly, obviously quite familiar with the Dongfang family head.

"En." Dongfang Bo's aura of a person in power was unwittingly emitted. After all, he was close friends with Qingyang, so how could he continue to smile when he didn't know most of the people outside?

"Windy Pavilion, not a bad name. Tell your manager to prepare more good wine and send it over." Dongfang Bo was quite satisfied with the three words engraved on the wooden plaque on top of the door. He turned around and gave a few instructions before returning some scattered silver to the servant. The happy person quickly nodded his head in thanks and then went downstairs to do his work.

"Hahaha, all of you have been here for a long time? "But I came too late, I got three drinks, and I got three drinks!" After giving Qingyang a glance, Dongfang Bo pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at the several people who had already sat down in the room and laughed loudly.

"Come, come, let's drink three cups of wine according to the old rules." A few people also hurriedly stood up and saluted with their hands, then sat down. Among them, a slightly fat middle-aged man wearing a light green silk robe smiled as he poured three cups for Dongfang Bo.

"Fatty Fang, don't be in such a hurry to drink it. Leave this wine for now, let me introduce it to you." Dongfang Bo pointed at the fat guy as he scolded him with a smile. After which, he moved Qingyang closer to him and smiled, "This person is the friend that I've mentioned to you all before, Taiyi."

"I'm too one. Please take care of me." Qingyang then smiled and said, "Since you are all Brother Dongfang's friends, then you are also my friends too. I will also drink three cups of wine with you tonight."

When Qingyang was recuperating, Dongfang Bo had greeted these people and said that he had a friend that wanted to join the caravan and go to Beitang. Naturally, everyone understood after hearing Dongfang Bo's introduction.

"Hehe, Brother Taiyi is truly straightforward. My surname is Fang Cheng. In the future, Brother Taiyi will be like everyone else; you can just call me Fatty Fang." Fang Cheng laughed foolishly.

The rest of the people reported their names as well. As merchants, it was easy to interact with others. After a few sentences, they became very familiar with Qingyang, as if they were old friends.

Dongfang Bo and Qingyang, after punishing themselves for three cups, found seats for themselves and sat down. There were also quite a few dishes and wine, so the crowd also chatted as they ate.

"Could it be that Brother Taiyi is also going to Beitang for the sake of running a business?" After Fang Cheng finished toasting Azure Sun's cup of wine, he asked with a smile.

"I'm used to idling around. I like to see the sights of the people in the Nine Prefectures. This Nan Rong has also changed by more than half. That's why I wanted to visit the Beitang Kingdom." "Yes," Qingyang replied with a smile. He had already thought of a reason long ago.

"So that's how it is. However, it is indeed not easy for the people from Nan Rong to enter the Beitang Nation's territory and investigate the situation." The person beside Fang Cheng also said, "I heard that another person was captured like a spy and received a beating. You still have nowhere to go."

"Thinking about it, it's still better for us, the Fuan Chamber of Commerce, to travel back and forth between the two countries. At most, we'll take a look at the various routes, but we don't need to suffer this physical pain." Fang Cheng naturally agreed.

"Fatty Fang, do you know why the Beitang Nation is on guard against the people of South Leong Nation?" Dongfang Bo asked after he drank all the liquor in the cup.

"Brother Dongfang, you really asked the right person." The two mice narrowed their eyes. Upon hearing Dongfang Bo's question, Fang Cheng's interest was piqued, and he waved his fat hand, gesturing for the few of them to come closer. He lowered his voice and said, "I heard that Princess Beitang was saved in Nanxiang Rong's hands only last few years.

"This fatty is just bullsh * tting all the time. He actually started to be wary of Nan Rong just for the sake of a princess?" After hearing Fang Cheng's words, the person beside him laughed and said, "If you say so, then the king of the Beitang Empire has really gone overboard in his actions."

Glancing at the person who spoke, Fang Cheng snorted and said, "You might not know, but I heard that the princess was completely tortured in Nanxiong and had already lost her human form when she returned. If it was you, how could you not be angry? "It's not bad that they didn't send troops to attack Nirong."

"Forget it, let's just do our own business. Who the hell cares about doing so much?" The other person interrupted this topic.

"That's right. Who cares about why? In any case, no matter how much Beitang says, he can't control the company. " The crowd stopped talking about the truth and started to drink and chat again, boasting about where they had seen such beautiful women, and what kind of powerful people they had seen.

However, Qingyang secretly remembered Fang Cheng's words in his heart. This princess of Beitang Empire had been tortured to death in Nanxiang Rong, so why did she sound so familiar? Could it be the third prince's mother? But he also remembered that he had heard from Nan Rong Lei that his birth mother had been chased to death by Elder Nan Rong.

Seeing that Qingyang frowned and did not say anything, Fang Cheng nudged him and laughed loudly: "Brother Taiyi, don't worry too much. As long as it's one of us, the people of Northmont clan will not interrogate you too much. Don't worry."

"Haha, with you, Fatty Fang, supporting me, what can happen?" Dongfang Bo laughed lightly at the end of his sentence, "You have to take good care of this matter."

"Brother Dongfang, don't worry. The identity of Brother Taiyi is easy. He is one of the silk merchants in our caravan. Out of a hundred or so people, someone would come and leave. The soldiers of Beitang are not smart enough to do that." Laughing softly, Fang Cheng patted his chest.