The Miracle Doctor's Two-Faced Toddler

860 Sang Family’s Gu King (2)

Master Sikong nodded in agreement.

“However.” He looked at the group of people who were following behind the young couple and said, “It’s already dangerous enough that the two of you are fake. We can’t have so many people. It’s easy to give ourselves away.”

Yu Wan thought about it and felt that it made sense. She looked at Yan Jiuchao in agreement. In the end, Yan Jiuchao brought Ah Wei and Asura along. Asura could blend in with the experts of the Sikong family. He did not have time to enter seclusion to break through and still suppressed his strength to the realm of a Level One Asura King. This was not too eye-catching in the Sikong family.

As for Ah Wei, he acted as the attendant of “Sikong Yun”.

“But you…” Master Sikong looked at Yu Wan suspiciously. This face was no longer the face of the Saintess. How could she pretend to be the Saintess?

“We have a brilliant plan!” Yu Wan took out a white veil from her sleeve and gently put it on her face. Then, she held Yan Jiuchao’s arm. “Isn’t this fine?”

He acknowledged her, and so did “Sikong Yun”. The Sang family would not suspect anything. As this thought flashed through his mind, Master Sikong was slightly relieved and brought the group to the Sang family.

In order to better hide it, Master Sikong explained a lot of the Sang family’s situation to them on the way. The Sang family was a new aristocratic family that had risen in the past hundred years. Their foundations were not as deep as the Lan family and the Sikong family’s ancestors. The Sang family was good at refining weapons. Almost every expert in the Nether Capital was proud to use the Sang family’s weapons. The dagger that the Saintess took from Sikong Yun was personally given by the Sang family’s master.

In recent years, the Sang Family had gradually developed into a family second only to the Sikong Family. Unlike the Lan Family who only relied on a Saintess to support their family, the disciples of the Sikong Family were all outstanding. Even if they casually picked one from the collateral branches, they were all experts who could shake the Nether Capital.

“How is it compared to Eldest Young Master?” Yu Wan asked.

Master Sikong said proudly, “Of course it’s not as good as Changfeng. Changfeng is one of the top experts in the young generation.”

“Hmph.” Yan Jiuchao snorted in disdain.

Yu Wan hooked his finger and whispered, “Of course he’s inferior to you. You’re the most powerful.”

Only then did a certain fake Ghost King, the real young master, arrogantly retract his gaze.

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at the Sang Residence. As he had handed over the invitation in advance, Master Sang, Sang Zhonghua, was already waiting at the door. When he saw Master Sikong alight from the carriage, he strode forward and cupped his hands with a hearty smile. “The City Lord is here!”

The Sikong family was a royal family of the Nether Capital. All the previous family heads were the City Lords of the Nether Capital. Even though Sang Zhonghua was his father-in-law, he had no choice but to be polite to his son-in-law.

Master Sikong nodded politely. “Father-in-law.”

Sang Zhonghua smiled and said, “Jing’er has been talking about Uncle these few days. It’s rare for you to come over. It’s out of this kid’s expectations!”

Sang Jing, the third young master of the Sang family, was Sang Zhonghua’s legitimate grandson. He was also Sikong Yun’s cousin and the future heir of the Sang family. He liked chess and always pestered the Sikong Master to play chess.

Master Sikong revealed a gentle smile. “Get Jing’er to come over later and play two rounds of chess with me.”

“That kid couldn’t ask for more!” Sang Zhonghua laughed loudly. Then, he thought of something and looked behind Master Sikong. “Why don’t I see Yun’er and the Saintess?”

“Coming, Grandpa!” Yu Wan lifted the curtain and alighted from the carriage with Yan Jiuchao.

Master Sang was stunned by the word grandpa. Master Sang did not have much contact with the Saintess, but he had seen her before. In his impression, the Saintess was not so… fat.

Master Sikong hurriedly said, “Yun’er, Saintess, come and see your grandfather.”

Yan Jiuchao and Yu Wan came to the Master Sang and bowed as juniors.

Master Sang’s gaze swept across Yu Wan’s veil. The Saintess was an envoy of the heavens, holy and inviolable. It was not strange for her to wear a veil. He looked at Yan Jiuchao and patted his shoulder. “I haven’t seen you for a few days. Yun’er has grown up.”

“That’s right. Ever since he found out that he was going to get married, he began to restrain his temper. Now, he’s much more well-behaved and steady than before.” Master Sikong tried to smooth things over for the calm bearing on Yan Jiuchao that was different from Sikong Yun.

Master Sang laughed in realization. “No wonder Grandpa almost couldn’t recognize him. He’s the good son of the Sikong family and can bear the heavy responsibility of the Sikong family!”

These words… were too serious, right? Why did he have to take on the heavy responsibility of the Sikong family? You make it sound like Sikong Yun was already the heir of the Sikong family. If Yu Wan remembered correctly, Master Sikong didn’t seem to have announced the heir yet. Did Master Sang say it so openly because he knew that the Sikong family had already internally decided on Sikong Yun, or was he testing Master Sikong’s attitude?