Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Although the customs of the people in Dali City differ from those in the Central Plains, they are equally simple and honest.

Asking for directions and finding people was naturally easy, and the Zhennan Prince's Mansion had reached the point in Dali that everyone knew about it.

Even though Murong Fu only asked about the location, some elderly people grabbed his hand and started telling him about the good deeds of Emperor Baoding and Prince Zhennan.

Murong Fudao didn't take it as an insult and listened to the endless nagging with a smile.

Finally, after spending most of the day, we arrived at the gate of the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion.

The Zhennan Prince's Mansion is in an excellent location. Although the buildings are not grand, they are very imposing. The stone gatehouse is very different from the brick-built style of the Central Plains, and has a unique rugged beauty.

There were soldiers guarding the gate, but not many. Considering that the Prince of Zhennan's mansion was full of talented people, and Duan Zhengchun was even at the level of a near-first-class master, it seemed that ordinary soldiers were not needed for protection. They probably served a decorative and announcement purpose.

So Murong Fu stepped forward, fanning himself with a paper fan, and said loudly.

"Please inform them that Murong Fu from Gusu has come to request an audience with the Prince of Zhennan."

The guards saw that he had a handsome face, a dignified demeanor, and a natural air of lazy nobility.

He wore a light blue long robe, a long sword at his waist, and possessed an elegant demeanor unlike that of an ordinary person. The woman beside him, dressed in a crimson long robe, also had an extraordinary appearance and outstanding temperament.

Their clothing style is unlike that of people from Dali.

He thought to himself that it must be a distinguished guest from afar, so he hurriedly agreed and ran into the Prince's mansion to report.

A moment later, a middle-aged man dressed in yellow came out. He was dressed as a military general, but his face was quite handsome and delicate. He had a judge's pen hanging on his waist.

Observing his movements, Murong Fu knew that he was a martial artist, perhaps a retainer or guard of the Prince's mansion.

Upon emerging and seeing Murong Fu, he quickly jogged a few steps, clasped his hands in greeting, and loudly proclaimed:

"Young Master Murong, your presence is an honor! I am so sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

I am a retainer of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, named Zhu Danchen.

The Prince of Zhennan was delighted to hear of Young Master Murong's arrival, but he had just finished his martial arts practice and was bathing and washing up. He needed to tidy himself up for a while before receiving guests, so he specially ordered me to lead Young Master Murong into the hall for tea.

Murong Fu and A'Zhu exchanged a glance and returned the greeting. Their words were all reasonable and polite, and the two entered the palace under their guidance.

Inside the Prince's Mansion, the entrance leads directly to a green artificial hill, surrounded by flowers, all of which are Li Qingluo's favorite datura flowers.

Although they are all datura, their growth varies greatly depending on the location.

In comparison, the datura flowers in Li Qingluo's Mantuo Villa are far inferior.

They hadn't walked far when they arrived at a bright hall. After Murong Fu and A'Zhu sat down, tea and refreshments were already prepared.

He didn't understand tea, but Murong Fu recognized the pastry as a flower cake at a glance. He picked one up and ate it, his mouth watering.

The outer crust is flaky but not hard, crumbly but not crumbly, and the flower filling goes without saying.

A'Zhu knew that one couldn't eat and drink casually while traveling, and she was initially a little hesitant. However, she remembered that her young master was not only a master of martial arts but also a renowned physician. She also thought that the Zhennan Prince's Mansion had an excellent reputation and that she might even be a descendant of the Zhennan Prince. So, she put her mind at ease and began to eat.

Seeing the two of them sit down and enjoy the tea and snacks he had prepared, Zhu Danchen nodded inwardly.

In the past, when there were visitors, they would often instruct their servants to prepare tea and snacks, but the visitors would not appreciate it at all. They would either refuse to eat or drink, or even openly take out coarse cakes and water from their own bundles.

Some of the unwelcome guests even had amusement in their eyes, as if the tea and snacks in their palace were a poisoned trap.

Although Zhu Danchen hadn't traveled much, he understood the guests' caution. Yet, his best efforts to entertain them only resulted in resentment, leaving him feeling uneasy.

Therefore, although the tea snacks he has served in recent years are of excellent quality, the variety has decreased, and he no longer prepares as many kinds as before.

Seeing Murong Fu's extraordinary demeanor, polite manners, and even his nonchalant eating of cakes today, my goodwill towards him has grown even stronger.

He truly deserves the titles of "Qiao Feng of the North" and "Murong of the South." Today, I have finally met him, and he is indeed a man of outstanding talent and a hero of our time.

So he ordered several more servings of various snacks to be prepared and brought up, and then began to chat with Murong Fu.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a middle-aged man with a square face, dressed in a purple robe, strode in. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and his demeanor was dignified and solemn, exuding the air of a king.

Upon seeing that Murong Fu was also an outstanding individual, he immediately quickened his pace and said in a deep voice:

"Duan Zhengchun of Dali has met Young Master Murong. Hahaha, I have long heard of the great names of 'Murong in the South and Qiao Feng in the North.' Today I have the pleasure of meeting you and I am truly impressed by your extraordinary heroism."

I apologize for keeping Young Master Murong waiting here for so long.

But I wonder what brings Young Master Murong here today?

Murong Fu saw that although Duan Zhengchun was forty years old, if you removed his beard, he should look like he was around thirty. There was a hint of vicissitude between his brows, but this melancholy temperament was perhaps more attractive.

I suppose the saying "a man is at his most beautiful at forty" refers to Duan Zhengchun...

She truly deserves to be called a role model for our generation, ruining the lives of a generation of beauties.

"Hehe, I have long admired Prince Duan, but seeing him in person is worse than hearing about him. I am truly grateful to meet him today."

They came to visit to reconnect with relatives.

Then Murong Fu looked at A'Zhu, who was looking at Duan Zhengchun with nervousness.

Duan Zhengchun also turned to look at A'Zhu, following Murong Fu's gaze. His mind had been on Murong Fu, but upon seeing her, he frowned.

It looks like it, the more you look at it, the more it looks like it.

Then Prince Duan turned to look at Murong Fu, and saw that he was looking at him with a smile. He didn't know what it meant.

"Young Master Murong... what you mean by recognizing relatives?"

Could it be this young lady?

Murong Fu smiled and nodded. Duan Zhengchun thought to himself, "As expected," then took a deep breath and said:

"Young lady, what is your mother's name?"

"I have no mother."

When asked about her mother, Azhu's eyes welled up with tears. Yes, she had grown up in Canhe Village since she was a child. Although the village master and his wife loved her dearly, her father-in-law taught her that she was a servant and had to follow the rules.

She hadn't been told whether she had parents, but A'Zhu figured it was probably only the young master who had parents, while she, a servant, didn't. She thought A'Bi was just like her, without parents.

But after she grew up and the steward died, A'Zhu realized that everyone has parents, only her parents didn't want her anymore...

But later, Abi comforted her: "We shouldn't think the worst about things. It's not that our parents don't want us. Maybe they're both dead?"

Azhu didn't know, but she felt that her parents must have had their reasons.

But now, seeing such a magnificent palace, no less impressive than Canhezhuang, and seeing the dignified middle-aged man before him, he suddenly felt very wronged.

Tears streamed down her face.

Murong Fu patted A'Zhu's head and continued the conversation:

"Azhu was sent to my Canhe Village when she was a child, and she has always been by my side."

From a young age, he had a tattoo of the character "Duan" on his shoulder, and a gold chain around his neck with the following inscription:

The stars in the sky shine brightly, forever brilliant, may Chang'an be peaceful.

Azhu began to sob and cry.

Looking at Duan Zhengchun again, his eyes were also a little red.