The emperor signaled everyone in the room to leave. Prince Liang lay weakly, "Father."
The emperor stood up and sat on the bed. He stretched out his hand and pulled back the quilt. His skinny left hand touched the injured part where the bandage was tied. "Does it hurt?"
King Liang: "... ... it hurts."
Zhang Yang's dagger was longer so it could pierce him directly.
The emperor withdrew his hand, "It doesn't hurt me."
King Liang's heart was beating fast. He lowered his head, his scattered hair covering up all his emotions. His voice was erratic, "It hurts."
The emperor stood up and said, "Since this is your choice, I have nothing to say. Just live your life well in the future."
Prince Liang was certain that his father knew that he had deliberately not dodged, but that he had deliberately gotten hurt, "Son."
The emperor interrupted, "Take good care of your injuries."
He came here just to confirm, and now that it has been confirmed, he has nothing to say.
When King Liang heard the door close, he slowly raised his head. His martial arts were no worse than the prince's, but he had never demonstrated his martial arts. The prince didn't even know that he could dodge Zhang Yang's sneak attack, but his brain prevented his body from moving, and he was hit by the dagger, and he was the only one who avoided the vital parts.
King Liang knew that the prince remembered everything he had done. Now that his father was still alive, the prince exploited him time and time again, and he always felt resentful. Among his brothers, he was the only one who had the most controversy.
This injury damaged his foundation. He cooperated with Zhang Yang for the sake of the prince. Even if he couldn't smooth out the knot in the prince's heart, his weakness would always remind the prince that he had made a contribution.
Prince Liang knew that his father would not tell the crown prince, and he curled the corners of his mouth. This was his father's love for him. He was really in pain. He felt very weak when he woke up, and soon closed his eyes again, but this time he slept very soundly.
At the Zhou Mansion, before Zhou Shuren got off the carriage, Steward Ding was already guarding him. Seeing that the master was really not injured, Steward Ding grinned and said, "Amitabha."
The Zhou family was well-informed and knew that many ministers were injured today. Not only would the masters themselves feel at ease only if they saw the master was safe, not to mention the servants.
Before Zhou Shuren could ask, the housekeeper had already spoken, "The mistress is fine."
Zhou Shuren paused, swallowed the question he was about to ask, and asked again, "... Is everything okay in the mansion?"
The housekeeper said, "Everything is fine. Half an hour ago, Lord Rong took the Marquis' wife and the child away."
He was shocked at the time. Wasn't Lord Rong beheaded? How could he still be alive and leading the troops? He didn't even dare to open the door of the mansion. It was only after the old man spoke that he knew that Lord Rong was not dead and it was all arranged by the emperor.
Zhou Shuren hummed. He had already arrived at the main courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw his wife standing at the door. His wife was still holding his jade pendant. He quickly stepped forward and turned around in front of his wife twice. "Look, I'm not injured at all. I came back safely."
Zhulan finally smiled, "I knew you would be safe."
Zhou Shuren laughed. He didn't want to expose his wife's worry about him. He took her hand and went into the house. "It's still raining and cold outside. You must have not eaten much today because you were worried about me."
Zhulan really didn't eat anything, and when asked this, her stomach growled.
Zhou Shuren laughed, "I, I didn't eat anything today. I was busy in the morning and busy in the afternoon. Now my stomach is empty."
Zhulan didn't believe that Zhou Shuren was hungry. She just wanted to comfort her. Swords and sabers would definitely shed blood. It would be strange if her husband had an appetite. "Have some soup. I don't have much appetite."
Zhou Shuren thought for a moment and said, "Vegetable soup will do."
Zhulan nodded, "Change out of this official uniform, drink the soup, take a bath and rest."
Zhou Shuren did not loosen his hand. In front of outsiders, he was Lord Zhou, the emperor's confidant. He could not show any fear or timidity. When he got home and faced his wife, he did not need to hide. Today had been full of twists and turns, and he was terrified.
The Zhou family members felt relieved when they knew that their father had returned, and they were in a mood to discuss what had happened today.
In the big room, Zhou Laoda asked his son, "Does your grandfather know what happened today?"
Mingyun, "Well, grandma knows that Lord Rong is not dead, so grandpa must know the emperor's plan."
Although Boss Zhou didn't know about the fighting in the palace, he knew the news. It was said that the water draining out of the palace was all blood. "Your grandfather had a very hard life."
He was unlucky and the injury was only minor. Boss Zhou didn’t even dare to think about what would happen if his father passed away.
Mingyun stood at the door, watching the heavy rain still falling. Yes, it was too tiring for Grandpa to support the Zhou family, but it was a pity that he was still young.
In the second room, Chang Yi talked to his wife worriedly for a while, and then said, "Dad will go a step further and become the Minister of Revenue."
Zhao held her belly, still a little bit upset today. When she heard this, she was surprised, "Really?"
"Father already holds the power of the Ministry of Revenue. No matter what role he plays this time, he will make further progress."
The Minister of Revenue, the real high-ranking official, Chang Yi paced back and forth excitedly.
Zhao admired her father-in-law, "This is what Dad deserves."
In the fourth room, Changzhi was lying on a bench, still talking about what he saw when he came back. "There was a lot of blood on the streets of the capital, and teams of soldiers were patrolling."
Su Xuan also sent people out to inquire about the news. She lowered her voice and said, "The Yao family was executed for treason. It is said that many bodies have been cleared."
Chang Zhi didn't know whether it was because the house was cold due to the rain or because he felt a chill on his back because of something he was thinking about. "Fourth uncle is very happy today."
Su Xuan thought to herself, how could I not be happy that my revenge was achieved
In the main courtyard, Zhulan and her husband drank the soup and ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, but neither of them could eat anymore.
Zhu Lan said: "We attacked the island today, and I don't know if Rongchuan and Yang Wen were injured."
Okay, I'm starting to think about it again.
Zhou Shuren said with certainty: "Rongchuan will definitely not have the opportunity to get off the ship. The emperor treasures him and will not let Rongchuan take risks. Yang Wen is a good martial artist. I heard in the palace that the prince meant to bomb. Since we bomb first, it should be safer."
Zhulan: "That's good, as long as you are safe."
Zhou Shuren smiled and said, "Rongchuan's identity has been exposed. Now we just have to wait for Rongchuan to come back."
Zhulan said, "Our daughter doesn't know yet."
Zhou Shuren, "Let's talk about it tomorrow. We all need a good rest today."
Zhulan nodded. The rain was still there. Listening to the sound of the rain, it seemed as if she could forget all the horrible memories. The bloody images in Zhou Shuren's mind disappeared. Unconsciously, Zhulan heard her husband's light snoring. Her husband was tense and exhausted today.
At sea, on the ship, Rongchuan's eyelids kept twitching.
Yang Wen called his cousin uncle, which scared Rong Chuan. He turned around and asked, "Why are you out here instead of taking a good rest?"
Yang Wen was tied up with bandages. Today was also very dangerous. There were many traps and traps. His arm was scratched by an arrow. "It's just a minor injury. Why does my cousin uncle look so bad?"
Rongchuan, "I have a bad feeling."
Yang Wen, "Hmm?"
Rongchuan, "You don't understand."