However, seeing that Xu Yun's speech and complexion were unlike that of a typical servant, the gatekeeper hesitated for a moment and decided to report.

He coldly threw out a sentence:

"Wait here, I'll inform the master."

Click—

Watching the panel close again, Xu Yun couldn't help but feel a bit speechless.

To think.

Previously, when he went to Xiaoli's family as a servant, the gatekeeper called Uncle Qin didn't even show them a sour face.

Now that he was promoted to a guest, he was actually looked down upon.

"As the ancients say, to see the whole leopard by examining a piece of its skin, it seems this host is not easy to deal with... but since it's him, it's also expected..."

After about a quarter of an hour.

Creak—

The side door on the left was opened.

A fair-skinned male servant poked his head out with a still indifferent tone:

"Come in."

Xu Yun wasn't annoyed and thanked the servant before walking into the residence through the side door.

However, just as he entered, the servant stopped him.

He saw the servant stretch out a hand directly, with an impatient expression on his fair face, asking:

"Wait, where's the gift list?"

Xu Yun blinked:

"Huh?"

The servant's face immediately darkened:

"Visiting the master, and your master didn't even prepare a visiting gift? Such manners are not understood? Or... did you pocket it?"

Xu Yun glanced at the servant.

Even with his good temperament, he couldn't help but frown:

"A visiting gift? Was this personally stated by your master?"

"It is the rule when visiting this residence..."

"Rule?"

Xu Yun snorted:

"In Xinglong City, under the Emperor's feet, with the blazing sun overhead, do you, a mere gatekeeper, dare to speak of rules?"

"You....."

"What me? Let me ask you again, your master has neither official title nor military achievements, under broad daylight, does a servant dare to demand a bribe from the Emperor Zhezong's personally appointed Duke Zhao, calling it a rule?"

"Do you know that back when the Duke was adorned with accolades, ruling as Prime Minister of the World, and culture and education flourished, your master was merely an illiterate rural child, and now posing as someone they're not, is this what you call a rule?"

Saying this.

Xu Yun couldn't help giving this person a glance, rarely pulling up the big flag:

"Do you want me to take you to Junyi Mansion to ask the Prefect to judge the real rule? —Oh, by the way, the Prefect is also my master's protégé."

He already didn't have a good impression of the person he intended to visit today. In a way, this person was also one of the culprits for the downfall of the Northern Song.

Now encountering an unruly servant, he vented his pent-up anger irrationally.

Anyway, with such a culprit, it didn't matter how vicious the words were.

Meanwhile.

Each word Xu Yun uttered made the servant's face stiffen more.

When passing the visiting card earlier, the master had initially felt a bit interested, but after hearing that the visitor was just a young man, he casually instructed the servant to lead him in.

No further explanation or reminder of the visitor's identity was given.

Thus, the servant thought the visitor was ordinary and planned to use his authority to gain some extra benefits.

But unexpectedly...

The other party seemed to be a tough one?

After all, Xu Yun's confidence was substantial, and the words "Prime Minister of the World" were something he could understand.

This was indeed a Prime Minister!

Even with an 'in the past' preceding it, this was not someone ordinary people could provoke.

The master misled me!

Thinking this.

He couldn't help but shrink back and cupped his hands towards Xu Yun, apologizing:

"Gentleman, please calm down. I did not recognize Mount Tai with my eyes so spare us; forgive and redeem the mistakes of this little person."

Xu Yun glanced at him, shook his head gently:

"Then won't you lead the way?"

The servant nodded repeatedly, stooping to lead the way.

Subsequently, the two crossed two courtyards and arrived in front of a room:

"Master, the distinguished guest is here."

Moments later.

A somewhat soft voice came from the room:

"Let him in."

The servant obsequiously gestured a please.

Xu Yun glanced at him, adjusted his collar.

Stepped boldly into the room.

At this moment.

A man was sitting inside the room, but due to the dim lighting, it was hard to see his attire and appearance clearly.

Seeing Xu Yun enter.

The man first simply sized him up, then casually asked:

"What important matter does Duke Zhao have to discuss, sending a young man here?"

Xu Yun remained silent for a moment, then took out a letter and handed it to the man:

"You'll know after reading it."

The man's brows immediately furrowed slightly.

In ancient Huaxia, there were many ways visitors addressed their hosts.

Such as Mr. XX, Lord XX, or Honor, etc.

Using 'you' directly was rare in grammar and somewhat rude.

The man addressing Xu Yun as 'young sir' was a basic courtesy.

Plus, since the man was regularly flattered, Xu Yun's use of 'you' made him a bit unhappy.

However, considering the person represented Old Su, the man still coldly snorted, accepted the letter.

He intended to read the content before deciding on his next attitude.

If this person was merely an ordinary servant...

Tear——

The man opened the envelope and began reading with furrowed brows.

But as he read on.

His expression gradually changed.

At first, he looked surprised, then appeared dazed.

After reading the whole letter.

His expression turned to sheer terror, his hands shaking as if he had Parkinson's.

Crash——

Perhaps due to excessive fear, the man failed to seat himself properly, slipped straight from his chair.

Yet his thoughts were entirely elsewhere, ignoring his posture.

Half-sitting on the ground, he extended a finger, tremblingly pointed at Xu Yun, stammering:

"Who... who exactly are you? Man or ghost? Huh? Man or ghost?!"

Seeing this, Xu Yun shrugged his shoulders:

"Of course, a man."

Gulp——

The man swallowed hard, asking fearfully:

"Then... then what's the intent behind writing this letter?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yun's lips curled into a mysterious arc.

Then he stepped forward, whispering something inaudible to the reader:

"Such and such... so on and so forth...."

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