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"Uh... Brother Yin, what has you so flustered? Is it possible that your esteemed father is about to kick you out?" Based on their previous conversations, it seemed that this Young Master Yin was most afraid of his father. Although his father did not think highly of him, he would always face severe punishment whenever he made a mistake. If there was anyone in this world who could make him feel this way, it would undoubtedly be his father.
"Ah, there's no time to explain, just get in the carriage!" Young Master Yin ignored Mo Wen's question and pulled him towards the entrance of the Official Inn. A beast cart was already waiting there. Young Master Yin jumped into the cart and waved at Mo Wen, who was still standing there in a daze, urging him to hurry up. With no other choice, Mo Wen climbed in after him.
"Brother Yin, I..." Mo Wen seemed to remember something.
"Don't worry about it; your remaining rent will be arranged for you. Once this matter is resolved, you'll receive a hundredfold compensation," Young Master Yin interrupted before Mo Wen could finish.
"Brother Yin, what exactly happened? Surely you can tell me now," Mo Wen asked, still curious about what could have caused Young Master Yin to act this way. After all, Young Master Yin was born into the Jin Family and had a certain status; even when his father scolded him, he would at least complain to Mo Wen first. Now it seemed far more serious than just a reprimand.
"My father wants to see you, Brother Wen, and this situation is serious. You'll understand once we arrive at the estate." Upon hearing this from Young Master Yin, Mo Wen stopped asking questions. He recalled that Father Yin had mentioned wanting to see him before; could it be for a final farewell? The thought sent a chill down his spine.
Mo Wen never imagined that during his period of seclusion and contemplation, the situation in Yinzhou had become so tumultuous.
The two traveled in silence as the beast cart entered the General's estate and stopped in front of a grand hall. They disembarked and climbed the steps. Inside the hall were soldiers clad in armor coming and going, along with some well-dressed servants. Even Young Master Yin, who usually appeared lazy and indifferent, was dressed in practical attire suitable for combat. In contrast, Mo Wen's training robe made him look somewhat out of place. Everyone seemed hurried as if something significant had occurred, yet it didn’t appear that Father Yin was on the verge of death. Mo Wen glanced at Young Master Yin with confusion in his eyes, but Young Master Yin merely gestured for him to continue walking.
When they reached the entrance of the grand hall, they did not enter but turned towards a side hall instead. Before long, they arrived at the side hall.
"Sixth Young Master!" A servant stationed at the door bowed and opened it for them to enter. Inside sat a middle-aged man hunched over a desk as if searching for something. The two stood silently in the hall, waiting for him to speak.
"Jianren is here! I can't find that military book from a few years ago; come on, help your father look for it," the middle-aged man said without lifting his head. Young Master Yin's face turned dark while Mo Wen nearly laughed out loud; the man at the desk was none other than Prince Yin Yinquan. It was only today that Mo Wen learned that his friend Brother Yin's full name was Yin Jianren—a name filled with hopes from his elders. However, when combined with his actions, it truly suited him; he was indeed quite a scoundrel.
"Jianren, why do you look so pale?" Noticing his son's silence, Yinquan finally raised his head to look at Yin Jianren.
"Uh... Father, this is the young master He that I mentioned to you recently," Yin Jianren said as he introduced Mo Wen to his rather unreliable father.
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