At the Zhou Mansion, Zhou Shuren sent people to inquire about the news. The days are long in summer and it is not even dark yet. The assassination attempt in the capital has spread and the Zhou family also knows the news. Chang Lian and Rong Chuan were not injured, but the servant who was protecting them was injured.
Of course, the news may not be accurate. Although there was blood, no one was killed, which is fortunately enough.
Zhu Lan said with lingering fear: "Since entering the capital, the coachmen and servants around Chang Lian are all good at martial arts in the mansion. My caution really paid off."
It is better to be safe than sorry. Her caution was proven again. She did not like to reflect after something happened. She preferred to plan ahead and think of everything she could think of. She thanked herself for her caution again.
Zhou Shuren frowned, "I don't know when Chang Lian will leave the palace."
Zhulan was worried about Changlian. Something happened to Changlian. Zhulan kept it a secret from Dong and the others. Only the eldest and second brothers knew about it. She said to them, "You two go and have a rest first. We will wait for Changlian to come back."
Yang Zhumu and Yang Zhulin knew that they could not help if they stayed, and their brother-in-law would have to worry about them avoiding certain things. Yang Zhumu said, "Then we will go back first. When Chang Lian comes back, let us know."
Zhulan understood that if she didn't tell her, her elder and second brothers wouldn't rest, "Okay."
Outside the palace gate, Prince of Qi Zhang Jingyang and others frowned when they heard that their father did not want to see them. They all saw that their father valued Rongchuan. Now that Rongchuan was in trouble and there was an assassination attempt in the capital, their father must be angry.
Zhang Jingyang turned around and looked at the third and fourth brothers, "Your courage really scares me."
Zhang Jingshi's eyes widened, "Second brother, stop spitting blood at me."
Zhang Jingxi sneered, "I think the second brother is the most guilty."
Zhang Jingyang circled around the third and fourth brothers twice, "Brothers of all these years, you really impressed me. I'm really scared now, stay away from me."
Zhang Jingshi narrowed his eyes, "Second brother's eloquence also surprised me. Now I know that second brother's eloquence is so good. He can easily turn black into white. I admire him. I admire him."
Zhang Jingxi mocked, "Second brother, this is the palace gate. You and I haven't even entered the palace gate. Save your saliva. This is not the Zheng Palace. Father can't hear you."
Zhang Jingyang chuckled twice, turned around and left quickly. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned his head and said to Zhang Yang who had been standing silently, "It can't be you. They say that if you don't make a sound, you will make a big splash. I think you, Lao Wu, are the one who can do great things."
Zhang Yang was immersed in his own thoughts. Suddenly, he heard his second brother's words and was startled. "Second brother, I don't understand what you are saying."
Zhang Jingyang said playfully, "Last time with Zhang Jinghong, I think you were quite brave. If Zhang Jinghong hadn't been lucky, it would have been more than just a bruise."
Zhang Jingshi and Zhang Jingxi turned their heads, and there was more thought in their eyes.
Zhang Yang's heart was pounding. He was afraid that what was said at the palace gate would definitely reach his father's ears. He was angry and annoyed with his second brother because he knew it all. He was also resentful, resentful of his own weakness. He didn't dare to refute his second brother when he spoke.
Zhang Jingyang really got into the carriage this time, but after getting in, he squinted his eyes and wondered who would make the move. He also thought about starting with Rongchuan, but later he held back. It was precisely because his father was good to Rongchuan, and Rongchuan's appearance meant something different to his father, and he knew that his father would be furious, so he waited. He knew that under calm conditions, someone would be unable to resist taking action, and the capital was still too quiet.
He just didn't expect it to start like this, an assassination in the capital, a challenge to his father. As for the extra Zhou Changlian, he really didn't care much about it. He just didn't know what his father had found out.
An hour later, Jinyan and Shenxing finally picked up Changlian and brought him back. Zhulan and Zhou Shuren had been waiting there.
Zhulan reached out to touch her son's body. His clothes had been changed and were no longer official uniforms. After confirming that her son was not injured, Zhulan's legs felt a little weak. Her reason told her that if something really happened to Chang Lian, the palace would definitely send a message to the Zhou family. But she didn't see her son, so she was really worried.
Even though Chang Lian was already a teenager when she took over, she had raised him all these years, and Chang Lian was her son. "I'm glad you're not hurt. Is Rong Chuan hurt?"
Chang Lian was frightened at first, but now he is very calm and clear-headed. "Mom, I'm not hurt at all, and Rongchuan is fine too!"
Zhou Shuren looked carefully and found that Chang Lian was indeed fine except that his face was a little pale. "As long as he is safe, I'm glad."
Chang Lian looked at his parents, feeling sad. He must have scared them today. "My son made them worried."
Zhulan supported Changlian who was about to kneel, "Why are you kneeling? You were frightened today and you still have to go to the palace. It's hard for you."
The Emperor must be furious when something happened to Rongchuan, and Changlian is a poor little guy who no one cares about. He is lucky that he is not the one being taken out on. He will definitely be questioned, as Changlian has experienced too much today.
Chang Lian helped his mother sit down. He was still able to talk to his parents. He felt that he had strong willpower. "Dad, something happened suddenly on the way back. Fortunately, the servants reacted quickly. Rongchuan and I never stopped practicing martial arts, so we were not hurt."
As for how ruthless the assassin was at that time, I won’t mention it for fear of worrying my parents.
Zhou Shuren, "Today's assassination was premeditated. I'm sorry to scare you today. No need to say anything else. Go back and rest first. Go to the Hanlin Academy tomorrow to ask for leave and recuperate. When Rongchuan returns to the Hanlin Academy, you can go back for whatever you want."
Chang Lian really wanted to rest. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. "Dad, Mom, I'm going to go back and rest first."
Zhulan: "Okay, by the way, do you want to ask the doctor to prescribe tranquilizers?"
Chang Lian shook his head, "Mom, my son is fine, no need."
He was really grateful that he could often go to the palace to see the emperor. He was brave enough not to have to take tranquilizers. Although he had many experiences today, they made him grow a lot.
Zhou Shuren felt relieved when he waited for Chang Lian to come back. He and his wife had not eaten yet and felt a little hungry, so he signaled Mrs. Song to bring up some food.
After Mrs. Song left, Zhou Shuren rubbed his shoulders. He had been sitting for a long time, his whole body was stiff, but he was still talking. "Mingyun and the others should also ask for leave tomorrow. It's not easy to go to the academy these days."
Zhu Lan had a good memory, and then said, "I don't know if Rong Chuan has left the palace. I forgot to ask just now."
Zhou Shuren, "If he left the palace, Chang Lian dared to say it just now. It seems that Rongchuan stayed in the palace."
Zhulan couldn't guess who did it, so she asked, "Do you have any suspicions?"
Zhou Shuren shook his head, "Not at the moment. There is too little information right now. I have to wait for the emperor's action."
The Zhou family does not have the power to control the news in the capital. Only the emperor has this ability. He has to analyze the situation based on the emperor's actions.
Zhu Lan's heart was deflated, and she had no strength in her body. Zhou Shuren had no direction at the moment, and she had even less. Everyone in Beijing was an acting school, wearing fake faces, and acting real and fake. She sighed, "I can't eat anymore. You eat, I'll go back and rest first."
Today was really tiring for her, with the flash of knives and blood, and today was particularly vivid.