Chapter 52: The Capital of Anshan Kingdom

  This time Ji Yanran came to find Tang Song, with a much more humble attitude.

  She has only one purpose, that is, she hopes to be friends with Tang Song. If there was anything wrong in the past, she hopes Tang Song can forgive her.

  Tang Song originally had some opinions about her, but seeing her like that, Tang Song's resentment in his heart also dissipated.

  After they sat for a while, Ji Yanran was about to bid farewell. However, before leaving, Ji Yanran brought up the real purpose of this visit to Tang Song.

  "Tang Song, can I ask you for a favor?"

  Tang Song basically already knew what Ji Yanran was going to say, but since his master was fabricated, he naturally couldn't agree. He could only perfunctorily say: "Miss Ji, I can't give you an answer about this matter right now, I need to ask my master first."

  Ji Yanran was somewhat disappointed, but still had a glimmer of hope. She said: "Then thank you, Tang Gongzi, I'll take my leave first."

  Watching Ji Yanran get on the car and leave, Tang Song turned around and returned to the Tang's house. However, this scene was seen by An Shizi, who thought for a moment and came up with a plan.

  The Tang and Song dynasties are now different from their heyday. Even if he is the crown prince of the royal family, he must also curry favor with him.

  Their backstage is really too hard!

  To tie Tang Song firmly to the royal war chariot, An Shizi and others had indeed racked their brains. The previous quota for entering the Anshan Secret Realm was now clearly insufficient, and when he saw Ji Yanran, An Shizi came up with another idea.

  However, this matter must be returned to the imperial capital before it can be executed.

  An Shizi went back and told his plan to An Maorong, who naturally agreed with both hands. After discussing for a while, the two prepared to set off early the next day.

  The distance between Hengyang City and the capital is not very far, riding a Liuyang horse can make a round trip in one day.

  The royal family rode on a fiery horse, while Tang Song sat on the back of a grey wolf. The grey wolf had now gotten used to carrying Tang Song.

  By dusk, they had already arrived outside the capital city.

  The height of the city wall of Anshan Wangdu shocked Tang Song, and the oppressive feeling brought by the tens of meters high city wall was very strong.

  Standing under the city wall, I feel as small as an ant.

  Tang Song rode ahead, arriving at the foot of the city wall. The guards, led by Wei Ta Lang, were all on high alert. However, they soon saw the crown prince and the captain of the royal guard following behind him.

  The guards quickly knelt down to welcome the Crown Prince and the Captain of the Guards back into the city.

  After entering the capital city, Tang Song's attention was quickly drawn to the hustle and bustle of the main street.

  In his past life and present life, Tang Song's mental age was no more than that of a 20-year-old young man, with an extremely strong curiosity about things.

  Having lived in modern city life for twenty years, I suddenly came to this ancient street and it's hard not to feel curious.

  In Hengyang City, Tang Song rarely went out, and Hengyang City couldn't be compared with Wangdu.

  Wangdu is the political and economic center of Anshan State, where millions of people live, the whole city stretches for hundreds of miles, and one can't see the end at a glance.

  An Shizi and An Maozhen had been observing Tang Song all along, seeing him enter the capital with an excited expression, they both let out a sigh of relief.

  In the past, Tang Song gave them the impression that he was too steady, not at all like a teenager, but rather like an old man who had lived for decades.

  Now, this is the temperament a young man should have.

  An Shizi urged his horse forward, but no matter how he urged it on, the Lethal Yang Horse did not dare to run alongside the Gray Ta Lang. The aura emanating from the Gray Ta Lang made its legs weak.

  An Shizi had no choice but to fall back one position and introduced, "Tang brothers, we will now return to the palace first. Father has already prepared a dinner for us. After resting for a night, tomorrow I'll accompany you to have fun in the capital."

  Tang Song turned around and clasped his fists: "Then thank you, Your Highness."

  For himself taking the lead and always walking in front, Tang Song didn't think there was anything wrong with that. This world is like this, strength is respected.

  If it weren't for letting them see the strong side of their so-called master, I'm afraid that even if they wanted to win me over, they wouldn't be as polite as they are now!

  This matter made Tang Song once again realize what it means to be a supreme strongman.

  Identity and status are all empty. Only with strong strength can one truly gain respect and awe.

  Along the way, whether warriors or civilians walking on the street saw a man riding a swift wolf, swaggering in front of the crown prince, they all hurried to make way and stopped to watch, finally speculating about where this big shot came from.

  But soon they turned into the royal dedicated passage, galloping all the way, and finally arrived outside the palace in half an hour.

  The city wall of the palace is several meters higher than that of the imperial capital, and it goes straight into the clouds.

  The guards quickly opened the palace gates after a brief explanation, clearly they had received orders beforehand that before the Crown Prince returned, no need to report, directly enter the palace.

  Moreover, accompanying the Crown Prince is also the Captain of the Guard, who is the highest leader commanding these palace guards.

  Outside the main hall of the palace, King An Mouxong of Anshan had already received the news and was waiting here.

  This is not Tang Song's face, but the face of that powerful dragon behind him who appears and disappears suddenly.

  Tang Song saw the king personally waiting outside the temple, somewhat surprised and delighted. After a round of courtesy, An Mao Song politely invited Tang Song into the temple.

  In the grand hall, a banquet had already been prepared, and all the people present were some of the important figures in An Jia.

  Apart from a few close brothers of King Anmou Song, only his sons and daughters participated in this dinner party.

  After the banquet, An Mousong personally arranged for Tang Song to rest in a side hall. It was the first time that an outsider had been allowed to stay in the palace.

  After Tang Songyun rested, the people of An Jia gathered together once again.

  Although they had already received the news, they still wanted to confirm it from An Mousong and An Shizi's mouths.

  "It's already been confirmed that Tang Song's master, at the very least, was a great master from the later period of Wu Zong. However, I still tend to believe it's someone stronger than Wu Wang." An Mochou concluded after briefly introducing what he had seen and heard in Hengyang City.

  Several main characters of An Jia fell silent.

  Is such a strong person really someone they can win over?

  In the end, it was An Mousong who made the decision, saying: "No matter what, our An family has always had a good relationship with the Tang family. What's important now is not Master Tang Song's intention, but the attitude of the Tang family."

  "Brother Wang is right. As long as the Tang family and our An family are on good terms, others will have to think twice before making a move against us." The speaker was An Jia's second son, An Maolin.

  An Shizi suddenly said: "Father king, uncles, I actually have an idea, I don't know what the father king and uncles think?"