The Prime Minister's Darling

Chapter 336: 181 The Father and Son Meet (Part One)

Xiao Liulang was looking at the Marquis of Xuanping, and the Marquis of Xuanping was staring back at Xiao Liulang.

Shock flickered in both of their eyes.

Xiao Liulang hadn’t expected him to loop back and wait here on purpose for him.

And the Marquis of Xuanping had not expected the person he intended to confront would turn out to be such a young lad.

He merely had the same feeling as he did that time at the post station.

Only, this time it was more intense, he was convinced that the other party must be hiding nearby.

He purposely walked far away to put his opponents guard down, then quietly looped back – an usual tactic on the battlefield and as a martial artist, it wasn’t difficult to implement.

The difficult part was now.

He looked at the face in front of him, the disbelief in his eyes impossible to hide.

“Mar…marquis, you left in such a hurry…” Manager Liu arrived in a rush, “Huh? Isn’t the Seventh Prince with you?”

He had taken a different path and missed the eunuch Su’s party.

Noticing that his lord was ignoring him, Manager Liu saw the Marquis, stiff and unmoving in front of the classroom door, peering inside.

He curiously followed the Marquis’s gaze into the room.

Well, If he hadn’t looked, he wouldn’t have been surprised, but now he was completely startled!

The shock in his eyes, he yelled, “Young Master?”

Zheng Siye had followed the Marquis out and half-way the Marquis suddenly turned around and walked back so quickly that Zheng Siye barely kept up and only now had caught up.

He was confused, “What’s the situation here?”

Not only had the Marquis of Xuanping arrived, but could the Young Master of his manor be also here, and even have entered their classroom?

The Marquis of Xuanping looked at Manager Liu, “What did you call him?”

Manager Liu said, “Young Master, Sir!”

“Which Young Master?” said the Marquis of Xuanping, and while he spoke to Manager Liu, his gaze returned to Xiao Liulang.

The initial shock of the unexpected encounter had already disappeared from his face, replaced by a calm and composed expression.

Manager Liu answered, “I’m talking about the Young Master who’s studying in the Guozijian, Ma’am Chen’s son.”

The mother of Xiao Liulang was a woman surnamed Chen, named Chen Yunniang, the locals referred to her as Thirteen Niang.

“Really? It’s him?” The Marquis of Xuanping stared at Xiao Liulang unblinkingly, his eyes seeming calm but beneath was a whirlpool of emotions.

Suddenly, he drew from his warm hand a single finger, touching Xiao Liulang’s face, his thumb scrubbing hard under his right eye, scrubbing for a while but revealing nothing.

His aura started to turn violent, “Where is your mole? Where did this mole go? Hmm?”@@novelbin@@

Manager Liu was puzzled.

What mole?

Had the Marquis seen this son before?

Xiao Liulang hadn’t been born when the Marquis left Yunniang and returned to the capital!

Four years ago in winter, Xiao Liulang had come to the capital once with his older brother, but unfortunately, they didn’t get to meet the Marquis.

So why such a reaction from the Marquis?

Xiao Liulang remained still, allowing the Marquis of Xuanping to rub his face until the skin turned red and swollen. In the end, his eyes were ice cold when he looked back at the Marquis, and seemed to hold an unexpressed rage.

“You’ve got the wrong person.” He said quietly and coldly. “I’ve never had a mole here.”

The Marquis of Xuanping put his hand down, clenched it into a fist, his face striker colder.

“Excuse me.” Xiao Liulang paid him no more attention, he picked up his crutches and walked past him.

The Marquis watched as Xiao Liulang hobbled away, a storm brewing in his eyes!

Xiao Liulang entered the classroom opposite, put the falcon chick into Xiao Jingkong’s schoolbag, hung the bag on his arm, then picked up Xiao Jingkong.

Xiao Jingkong sleepily opened his eyes, saw Xiao Liulang, rested his little head back on his shoulder, and fell sound asleep.

Children who skip their nap are truly fragile.

With Xiao Jingkong in one arm and the crutch in the other, Xiao Liulang walked out of the Guozijian under the complicated stare of the Marquis of Xuanping.

“It’s them! It’s them!” Zheng Siye wanted to inform Xiao Liulang and Xiao Jingkong, but as he opened his mouth, he sensed the somber atmosphere, the Marquis of Xuanping’s aura was too terrifying, as if he was about to kill someone, so Zheng Siye immediately closed his mouth.

After Xiao Liulang’s figure disappeared completely, the Marquis of Xuanping also left the Guozijian.

Zheng Siye peered oddly into the room, “Huh? There’s no one here, who was the Marquis’s men calling Master just now?”

The scholar Sun, who had been standing in the hallway and witnessed the entire scene, soaking in cold sweat, said, “It s…seems to be the scholar from Shuaixin Hall.”

Zheng Siye scoffed, “You mean Xiao Liulang? Ha, are you telling me that he’s the Young Master of the Marquis of Xuanping’s manor? The age doesn’t even match up!”