Chapter 2711: Nagging

The old man refused to leave, saying, "How can that be? We’ve hardly come to the Capital, and we must visit the Prince and Princess Consort."

The servant boy glanced nervously at the vigilant guards beside him and said, "Old Master, we don’t have a calling card. They won’t let us in. Let’s go. This place isn’t meant for us. We should quickly go find the protector."

The old man was stubborn and refused to leave, saying, "No need to rush finding those two little rascals. They’ve surely gone off to have fun, leaving me, their father, to search for them everywhere. It’s really improper."

Finally, he muttered to himself, "Since we’re passing by the War Prince’s Mansion, it’s fate with the Prince and Princess Consort. Of course, we need to pay our respects. That’s the proper etiquette."

This old man is truly talkative—etiquette, huh! They don’t even want him to go inside. If he weren’t the father of the Left and Right Protectors, he’d really want to turn around and leave.

The old man said, "Little brother, I beg you, make an exception; this old man is indeed friends with the Prince and Princess Consort, truly, I’m not lying to you."

The guard looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Is it true or false?"

Ever since the last incident when they snuck explosives in, the Prince was furious. They’re cautious about letting people into the War Prince’s Mansion, especially when it concerns the Princess Consort.

The old man nodded continuously, like a pecking chicken: "It’s true, little brother, if you don’t believe it, you can ask the Prince and Princess Consort. This old man is really not lying to you."

The guard’s expression softened and he said, "Alright, wait a moment, I’ll go report inside."

To be cautious, reporting to the Master is more appropriate.

The old man was delighted, his wrinkles stretched out, and he responded joyfully, "Good, good, thank you, little brother."

"Tweet, tweet, tweet, liar, liar, don’t listen to him. He’s definitely trying to sneak explosives to blow up the Master again. Don’t let him in, or be careful the Master cuts off your heads and uses them as a ball." Just then, a bird flew down from mid-air, perched on the eaves of the gate, chirping noisily.

Just ready to enter the mansion, the guard immediately stopped, looking at Xiao Jiu on the eaves, and asked, "Xiao Jiu, do you know him?"

Everyone in the War Prince’s Mansion knows this bird is not ordinary. Don’t underestimate it; its thinking is even sharper than an average person. Its suggestions are never wrong.

Of course, except when it’s playing tricks.

Xiao Jiu nodded vigorously, glancing around absentmindedly, "Met him, met him. He’s just a big liar!"

Just as the guard was about to go in and report, a word from the sky changed his mind. The old man was annoyed, looked up, and was about to shout when he suddenly seemed to discover a new continent...

"Oh my! Birdy, why is it you?"

Xiao Jiu looked the old man up and down and asked, "Who are you?"

"Weren’t you just saying you know who I am? How come now you don’t recognize me?" The old man felt both amused and exasperated; how’s this bird babbling nonsense?

Xiao Jiu squawked matter-of-factly, "Big Bad said any strangers finding the Master could be all classified as liars. What I said just now wasn’t wrong!"

The old man was baffled. Who is Big Bad?

Since it’s known to be Big Bad, why do the Prince and Princess Consort allow him to hop around the War Prince’s Mansion?

The old man turned to the guard and asked, "Who is Big Bad?"

The guard choked a bit, suddenly coughed: "Cough, cough, cough...!"

Kidding aside, if not for this bird, who in the entire War Prince’s Mansion would dare speak of the Prince like that? He certainly wouldn’t dare.