"Foster father, I was blinded by greed and was confused for a moment... And I guarantee with my life that I have absolutely no intention of framing you... Please forgive me for my momentary confusion."
After Yan Song's roar, Zhao Wenhua's hoarse, decadent and regretful voice came from the courtyard.
"Who is your adoptive father?! I don't have such blessing! Please go away. My Yan Mansion is too small to accommodate a towering Buddha like you." The anger in Yan Song's voice did not diminish at all.
"Godfather, godfather..." Zhao Wenhua cried repeatedly.
"roll!!!"
Yan Song's roar almost pierced people's eardrums.
"Sir, let's... let's... go back first and come back to say goodbye to the master later."
The maid's calves became so weak with fear when she heard Yan Song's angry roar coming from the courtyard. She was afraid that she would be caught in the disaster, so she raised her little face, looked at Zhu Ping'an pitifully, and stammered.
Although Zhu Ping'an was very curious about what happened between Yan Song and Zhao Wenhua, reason told him that leaving at this time was the best option. In many cases in life, the more you know, the more dangerous it is.
"Um."
Zhu Ping'an nodded slightly.
Seeing Zhu Ping'an nodded in agreement, the two maids breathed a sigh of relief, turned around quickly, and left quietly.
However, the more careful one is, the more mistakes one makes. When a maid turned around, she did not notice the dead branches on the ground and accidentally stepped on them. The branch broke with a crisp "snap" sound.
Although the "click" sound was not loud, it was unusually clear and harsh in this depressing and silent environment.
At the moment of the "click" sound, the maid who was stepping on the dead branches looked down and was about to cry...
"Who's outside?"
Soon, almost at the moment when the dead branch broke, a loud shout came from the yard.
Listening to the voice, it was Yan Shifan's voice.
Hearing Yan Shifan's shout, the two maids who were hunched over outside the door turned pale, as if a disaster was about to happen.
"Haha, Master Yan, it's me, Zhu Ping'an. I just sobered up and came to say goodbye to Master Yan."
Zhu Ping'an signaled the two maids with his eyes to stay calm, then he laughed and took the lead, walking into the yard generously.
The two maids followed Zhu Ping'an tremblingly and entered the yard.
As he stepped into the yard, everything in the yard came into Zhu Ping'an's eyes.
There were bamboos planted in the yard, and in the middle of the bamboos was a study. Yan Song was standing at the door of the study, puffing his beard and glaring, his face full of anger, his chest heaving violently, and his hand that was holding the door frame was still shaking with anger.
In front of the study door, on the dirt ground, Zhao Wenhua knelt on his knees in front of Yan Song, his waist bent like a bow, and his head resting on the ground.
Yan Shifan stood beside Yan Song, holding one of Yan Song's arms with both hands, and looked towards Zhu Ping'an.
"I am Zhu Ping'an, your humble servant. I greet the elder, I greet Lord Yan... I greet... Lord Zhao."
Zhu Ping'an walked into the yard, bowed to Yan Song and Yan Shifan, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed to Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground.
Zhao Wenhua, kneeling on the ground, still kept his head on the ground and remained silent.
"Yes, Zihou." Yan Song nodded.
"Oh, it's Zihou." Yan Shifan also nodded, and then asked, "Are you sober?"
"Well, Ping'an just woke up, and it's getting late, so I asked your maid to lead the way and come to say goodbye to you, Lord." Zhu Ping'an replied honestly.
After saying that, Zhu Ping'an glanced at Zhao Wenhua who was kneeling on the ground. He couldn't just turn a blind eye to him since he had already entered the yard.
So, Zhu Ping'an pretended to be puzzled, with concern and comfort, and asked Yan Song: "Ping'an, I don't know what happened, but please calm down, don't get angry and hurt your health. I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding."
Persuade to reconcile.
Although he didn't know what had happened, Zhu Ping'an's tone was still reconciling because he knew the history.
Historically, until the last period of Zhao Wenhua's life, when he offended Emperor Jiajing by building a new pavilion in Xiyuan and Emperor Jiajing wanted to punish Zhao Wenhua, Yan Song helped Zhao Wenhua cover up.
Therefore, during this period of time, no matter what conflicts occurred between Zhao Wenhua and Yan Song, they would eventually make peace and continue to work together.
Choosing to reconcile is the best option.
After the two of them have made peace, they will at least get some extra points when they think about the scene where they helped to reconcile.
This is like a couple quarreling and getting a divorce, and they ask you as a friend to judge the situation. You go up and persuade them to divorce. If they really divorce, it's fine, but what if they quarrel for a few days and then reconcile? What kind of image will you leave in the eyes of the couple? "Oh, what kind of friend is he? He actually persuaded us to divorce. He just can't stand us..." This level of complaint is light, and it is even possible to become an enemy.
What's more, Zhu Ping'an also knew that Yan Song and Zhao Wenhua would continue to be kind to each other and filial to their son, and would become corrupt officials in the future.
Persuading them to make peace at this time might make Yan Song unhappy at the time, but in the long run, it would definitely be beneficial with no harm.
"Misunderstand?!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Song looked at Zhu Ping'an, shook his head vigorously, and said with a hurt look: "Zihou, you don't know the inside story."
Zhao Wenhua, who was kneeling beside him with his head on the ground, felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw after hearing Zhu Ping'an's words. He crawled on his knees to Yan Song's feet, hugged Yan Song's thighs with both hands, and cried for mercy: "Yes, it's a misunderstanding, godfather, Zihou is right, this is a misunderstanding..."
At this time, Zhu Ping'an was able to persuade them to reconcile, and Zhao Wenhua couldn't help but feel a little more grateful to Zhu Ping'an.
"Misunderstand?!"
After hearing what Zhao Wenhua said, Yan Song sneered and became even angrier. Regardless of his old body, he kicked Zhao Wenhua away with all his strength. "Zihou didn't know the inside story, so he could say it was a misunderstanding. But Meicun, you have the nerve to say it was a misunderstanding!"
"Godfather, this is really a misunderstanding. You have been so kind to me, how could I frame you?"
After Zhao Wenhua was kicked down by Yan Song, he got up again, knelt at Yan Song's feet, hugged Yan Song's thighs and cried.
"Misunderstand?!"
Yan Song kicked Zhao Wenhua away again, then took out a bright yellow imperial edict from his arms and threw it hard on Zhao Wenhua's face, shouting angrily: "Then explain this imperial edict to me!!!"
The bright yellow imperial edict hit Zhao Wenhua's face, fell to the ground, rolled at Zhu Ping'an's feet, and spread out.
The handwriting on it is clearly visible: "Such a delicious wine, such a beautiful liquid, why don't you let me enjoy it?"
Although there was no imperial seal mark on it, Zhu Ping'an recognized it at a glance. It was the handwriting of Emperor Jiajing.