The next day, Zhou Shuren went to the Ministry of Revenue. The first thing he faced was the list of officials who were on leave. The first one was Lord Xiao, who used old age as an excuse, and then Qiu Yan. Very good, after counting carefully, there were actually fifteen officials.
Zhou Shuren's body pressure was very low. The Ministry of Revenue was very busy. Today they not only had to calculate the silver, but also the silver from the confiscated property.
Zhang Jinghong himself had not expected that, without Lord Qiu, he would become the only person Lord Zhou was used to. What a surprise, what an opportunity. "Sir, this is the list of casualties sent by various departments."
Zhou Shuren took the letter and asked, "It was delivered so early?"
"The Ministry of Revenue's office was closed, so we stayed there."
Zhou Shuren sighed. Not only were there injuries yesterday, but there were also casualties. On the way to the Ministry of Revenue today, he saw many mansions hanging white banners. All departments were under great pressure and urgently needed money to appease them.
Zhou Shuren, "Well, you will follow us to search the house later, and I will leave that part to you."
Zhang Jinghong: "Yes."
Zhou Shuren listened to the much louder voice and raised his brows. The sword hanging over the heads of the Zhang family was no longer there. Zhang Jinghong's spirit was different. He cut off the past yesterday and was reborn today.
Zhang Jinghong walked out of the house, raised his head and took a deep breath of the air after the rain, which was fresh and refreshing. Zhang Jinghong left quickly, and as he walked he could still recall his wife's crying last night. The poison in his son had been cured, and their family was safe.
He also received the prince's assurance that they could live with dignity, and it was great to be alive.
In the palace, the emperor had no intention of taking over the government. He sat next to the crown prince and drank tea. The crown prince was discussing the war in the south with ministers from the Ministry of War and other departments. The internal troubles had been solved, but there were still external threats.
The emperor's attitude reassured the ministers in the study, knowing that the prince's succession to the throne was a foregone conclusion.
The emperor waited until the prince had finished handling state affairs before speaking, "Rongchuan will be back in two days."
The prince said, "Yes, at this rate, we will be able to enter the capital in three days."
The emperor put down the teapot and motioned for the prince to have a taste. After his son tasted the tea, he spoke, "I will go to the Ningguo Mansion with your mother in a while. Rongchuan's identity has been exposed. This matter cannot be delayed."
The more he values his son, the more officials will know how much he cares about him.
The prince said, "My son will go too."
The emperor raised his hand, "No, you go and do your thing. By the way, the fourth child is able to move now. It is not appropriate for him to stay in the palace all the time. I have sent someone to send the fourth child back to the palace."
The prince felt bad, "My son didn't expect that Prince Liang would be injured."
The emperor paused while turning the beads. The prince had been calling the fourth son the King of Liang, not only to highlight the prince's status, but also because the prince did not think of the fourth son as his younger brother. "No one can be perfect, and the result this time is already the smallest price."
The prince knew that the injury of the King of Liang must have left a mark in his father's heart. He sent the King of Liang to cooperate. This was a merit, and the injury was an achievement. "My son asked the head of the hospital to treat the King of Liang and make sure that the King of Liang recovered."
The emperor paused, "Hmm."
At Zhou Mansion, Xue Han was a little confused when she heard her mother's words, "Mom, did you not get enough rest?"
Zhulan pulled her daughter to sit down, "Rongchuan is the real fifth prince. The nephew looks like his uncle. Rongchuan's face is the proof, and the emperor has already found out a long time ago."
Xue Han still didn't believe it, "But the Ning family recognized Rong Chuan back."
"That was ordered by the Emperor. For Rongchuan's safety, after Zhang Jinghong's identity was exposed, there was a newcomer named Zhang Yang, so he decided to admit his identity to the Ning family. And did you really not notice it?"
Xue Han was silent. Was she really not asleep? Yes, the Queen was very kind to her, loved her daughter, and cared about Rongchuan. Her husband was distracted for a while. All these were proofs.
Xue Han's throat was dry, "Did Rongchuan know about this a long time ago?"
"No, he only found out about it later. You know, there are some traces that cannot be covered up by blood ties."
Xue Han was still confused. Rong Chuan was the fifth prince. "Then my daughter isn't the fifth prince's consort?"
This identity leap is quite big. She thought that the big-headed marquis's wife was her future, but now she has become the prince's consort!
Xue Han pinched herself hard, this was not a dream, it was all real.
Zhulan looked at her daughter acting silly. She could understand that anyone would be silly in this situation. It was good enough that her daughter was able to remain calm.
The news that Rongchuan is the fifth prince has spread throughout the capital. There were too many things going on yesterday so it didn't spread. Today everyone wants to change their focus, so Rongchuan, the real fifth prince, has become the first choice.
Several branches of the Zhou family also knew about it. The eldest son of the Zhou family was a little dazed. Li stretched out her hand and twisted it hard, using all her strength.
Boss Zhou screamed in pain and jumped up, covering his inner thigh. It was so painful, "What are you crazy about?"
Li came back to his senses, "It's not a dream."
"You're just dreaming. I think you're just going to take revenge on me."
Li felt guilty. Well, she did feel guilty. It was because her husband had teamed up with his youngest son to irritate her. She changed the subject and said, "I am the consort of the fifth prince. If Rongchuan is crowned as a king, I will be the princess. Oh, I never thought that I would be so lucky to have a princess sister."
Boss Zhou, "... Your greatest blessing is probably marrying me, which gave you the blessing you have today. Otherwise, if you had married someone else, you wouldn't be as prosperous as you are today."
Li was angry and pointed with her fat finger, "You despise me? Zhou Changli, you don't even have a title yet, and my parents are still the head of the family, and you despise me? You can't live like this anymore."
Boss Zhou, "..."
Boss Zhou took a deep breath and ran away quickly. This woman wanted to take the opportunity to fight with him again. He could not afford to provoke her, but he could afford to hide from her.
Zhao and Su Xuan had already come to the main courtyard, but they came back empty-handed.
Zhao asked, "Mother, where is my little sister?"
Zhulan said, "Someone from the Ningguo Mansion just came to pick up your younger sister and Linxi to return to the Mansion."
Su Xuan: "Return to the Duke's Mansion?"
Zhu Lan explained, "The Emperor and the Empress are in the Duke's Mansion."
In the Ministry of Rites, Chang Yi still had a silly smile on his face. No matter if people were talking about him behind his back or sincerely congratulating him, the expression on Chang Yi's face did not change much.
Gu Zhuomin was excited, "I heard about it too, congratulations."
On Changyi's way to the government office today, his father told him about it. He was prepared. "It can be considered that good people are rewarded."
If my parents had not been kind-hearted, there wouldn't be a prince brother-in-law today.
Gu Zhuomin, "Good deeds will be rewarded."
The good deeds that Lord Zhou had done have now borne the fruit of wealth and honor. No, even without a prince as son-in-law, Lord Zhou still managed to become wealthy and honorable on his own.
Inside the prison, Zhang Yang heard the noise and raised his head. In the empty cell, Zhang Yang huddled in a corner. Zhang Yang wanted to live, he didn't want to die. He stared at the direction of the cell door, waiting for someone to come.
Zhang Yang had just spent the night, his hair was disheveled, his body was dirty, and he was a little nervous. When he saw the person coming, he wanted to step forward, but then he pulled back.