Chapter 1889 - 199: Jiang Yiming’s Romance Affairs

Taiji Hall.

In the court.

With the conferment matter settled, Ji Minghao let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report!" At this moment, another official stepped forward voluntarily.

"Report next time!" Ji Minghao waved his hand at the official and then got up.

"I am weary!" Ji Minghao’s face showed a trace of fatigue.

"We respectfully send off Your Majesty!"

The civil and military officials immediately bowed in unison, respectfully watching Ji Minghao turn away.

"By the way!" Ji Minghao suddenly turned around and stopped, then looked at Jiang Ning: "Would King Luoshui like to attend tonight’s celebration banquet?"

"No, thank you!" Jiang Ning shook his head.

"You are the main character of tonight’s banquet!" Ji Minghao reminded Jiang Ning while standing on the Nine-layered Platform.

Jiang Ning shook his head again and said: "Thank you for Your Majesty’s kind offer! But I had some insights from yesterday’s battle and still need to retreat to digest them."

"With such strength of King Luoshui, and still having insights, is he about to become the new Martial Saint?" Ji Xuan on the side suddenly spoke, picking up Jiang Ning’s words.

Hearing this, Jiang Ning glanced indifferently at Ji Xuan beside him.

"Why does the dignified Prince Pingjian need to act like a petty person?"

The words fell.

Ji Xuan’s face suddenly changed, turning black and white in alternation.

As a pillar of the Great Xia Royal Family for many years, no one had ever spoken to him in such a dismissive tone.

But thinking of yesterday’s battle and Jiang Ning’s strength.

The dark fire rising in his eyes was quietly suppressed by him.

"Your Majesty, I also take my leave!" Jiang Ning saluted Ji Minghao on the Nine-layered Platform before turning to leave.

At this moment, the court was in complete silence.

Watching Jiang Ning’s departing figure, the expression behind Ji Minghao’s crown slightly changed.

As for Ji Xuan, his face became even more unsightly.

Especially upon hearing the whispered discussions of the surrounding officials, unprecedented emotions surged within him.

At this moment.

His five fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, with joints creaking.

A moment later.

Jiang Ning stepped over the four-inch-high threshold of Taiji Hall, with no movement behind him.

He couldn’t help but smile faintly in his heart.

"So many years of being high and mighty, the Old Prince can still endure!"

"I still can’t bring myself to do such unreasonable things!"

He shook his head in secret, then continued forward.

Just as he walked over ten steps, down the steps of Taiji Hall.

"Your Highness!" A girl’s crisp voice sounded from behind the tall Dragon Head statue.

Jiang Ning turned around.

He saw a girl not very tall, wearing a goose-yellow long dress, with double buns, in the appearance of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old.

"It’s you!" A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Ning’s eyes.

This girl he had not seen often, only once or twice, but those times she was always beside Ji Mingyue.

She was a palace maid by Ji Mingyue’s side.

"Your Highness, it’s me!" The palace maid nodded repeatedly at Jiang Ning, resembling a chick pecking at rice.

"You stopped me for...?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Seventeenth Princess has a letter for me to deliver to you!" the palace maid said.

As the words fell, she lowered her head, unfastened her belt with one hand, reached into the waistband with the other, and then pulled out a folded piece of paper.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning took the folded paper handed over by the palace maid, then unfolded it and quickly scanned over it.

On the white paper, there were only a few dozen words.

The overall meaning was that she wanted to meet him tonight.

After scanning it, he looked at the palace maid in front of him who was nearly a head shorter.

"Tonight at 7 p.m., wait for me at the Vermilion Bird Gate!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" The palace maid gave Jiang Ning a saluting bow, bending her body halfway.

Then she watched Jiang Ning leave.

...

Dongling Marquis Mansion.

Central courtyard.

"Uncle!" Jiang Yiming looked at Jiang Ning approaching, and immediately put down the iron lock he was holding high, calling out lightly panting.

Following Jiang Ning was Lv Yi.

Jiang Ning glanced at him, face flushed, slightly panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, evidently just practiced, refining his strength.

Then, his gaze fell on the iron lock at Jiang Yiming’s feet.

"How many pounds?"

"Uncle, three thousand five hundred pounds!" Jiang Yiming replied.

Hearing this, Jiang Ning walked over.

He raised a hand in a grasping motion, and the iron lock on the ground rose to his hand.

Then, he lifted it with a toss.

The specially made iron lock, not large, but very heavy.

"Not bad!" Jiang Ning nodded.

Releasing his hand, the iron lock fell like a willow leaf to the ground, not stirring any dust.

"These days, you seem to be working hard on your practice!" Jiang Ning said.

Hearing this, Jiang Yiming scratched the back of his head.

"Uncle is now the best in the world, as his nephew, I shouldn’t shame him too much."

"Then how are your studies going?" Jiang Ning asked again.

"Haven’t been studying much lately!" Jiang Yiming admitted awkwardly.

Hearing this, Jiang Ning immediately gave him a stern look.

"Having only martial strength without brains makes one reckless, you wouldn’t even know how you died from being plotted against! And without learning, it’s hard to achieve great heights in martial arts! It’s hard to grasp the essence of martial arts and go far."

After speaking, he saw Jiang Yiming looking teachable, and his tone softened a bit.

"You are my nephew, don’t worry about your martial arts talent, you’ll surely achieve something in the future! But if you ignore reading and only practice martial arts, you’ll suffer a great loss later. Know that in this world, those who reach the peak, without exception, excel in both civil and martial skills, and even read through the Daoist Collection and peruse the Buddhist Scripture."

Hearing this, Jiang Yiming looked at Jiang Ning and nodded seriously.

"Uncle, your advice is right, I will remember!"