In the big room, Ming Teng finally remembered what he had overlooked and hurriedly went out with an umbrella.
Boss Zhou frowned and said, "It's raining heavily. Why don't you just stay here and do what?"
Ming Teng was anxious, "Dad, I want to send a letter to the Ran family."
Boss Zhou didn't understand, so Ming Teng could only patiently explain Ran Xun's situation in the academy. Boss Zhou said, "We should indeed inform the Ran family."
Ming Teng took the umbrella and ran away. Li was speechless, "You two are stupid. With a servant, Ming Teng doesn't have to run errands by himself."
Boss Zhou, "I'm not stupid. Instead of letting Ming Teng wait for news, it's better for Ming Teng to go in person, so that Ming Teng won't be upset."
He didn't want to hear his son asking again and again whether the message had been delivered.
Mrs. Li sighed. Of all the sons in the family, Mingyun was the one she cared the least about. Her expression suddenly changed, and she pulled her eldest son's arm, "When you go out in the future, you must bring the servant with you more often, and never leave the servant's sight."
Chang Lian is a target, and so is Mingyun. Her son is her pride. Every time he is invited, someone will praise Mingyun. Everyone in the capital knows that the eldest grandson of the Zhou family is outstanding. It is too late to hide his shortcomings now.
Boss Zhou was also terrified, "Yes, Dad will pick you up from school in the future."
Mingyun was speechless, "Dad, you don't know martial arts, and I'm already old enough, having a servant is enough."
Boss Zhou coughed and said, "Then let's get a few more servants to pick you up."
Mingyun knew that his parents were worried, so he nodded in agreement. He really didn't think that they would do anything to him because his third uncle was in front of him. He was not even a scholar, so there was no need to bypass his third uncle to target him, and there was also his fourth uncle, who was a scholar above him.
At the Ministry of Revenue, as soon as Zhou Shuren entered the room, he received Qiu Yan's concern. Qiu Yan asked, "I don't have much information. Is your son injured?"
Zhou Shuren sat down and said, "Chang Lian and Rong Chuan were not injured."
Qiu Yan, "It's good that you're not hurt. It's a blessing to be safe."
Zhou Shuren looked at Qiu Yan's furrowed brows and knew in his heart that Qiu Yan was not only concerned but also worried about the situation in the capital. The Zhou family was in the whirlpool and he had no way to comfort Qiu Yan.
In fact, he and Qiu Yan got along really well, especially in the past six months. Even though they were on the same level, Qiu Yan was more assisting him. Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said, "The Ministry of Revenue is stable."
After hearing this, Qiu Yan smiled. He did not have Zhou Shuren's ability, and Lord Xiao had talked to him several times, and he understood what he meant. His chances of promotion were slim, so compared to being transferred elsewhere, he naturally hoped to stay in the Ministry of Revenue. He had no objection to assisting Zhou Shuren.
He noticed some of Zhou Shuren's small changes to the Ministry of Revenue. He hoped that Zhou Shuren would be well, and even more so that the Ministry of Revenue would not be caught up in the vortex, so Zhou Shuren's words made him feel at ease.
Because Zhou Shuren was very calm, he would tell people about the situation when someone showed concern. The Ministry of Revenue all knew that there was no accurate information that Chang Lian was injured, and no one continued to spread exaggerated rumors for a while.
The eyes of the capital ignored Chang Lian and were all focused on Ning Hou Mansion because Rongchuan had never left the palace.
In the palace, Rong Chuan was sorting out memorials. He wanted to go home and did not want to stay in the palace. He mentioned it, but the emperor would not let him go and kept asking about his well-being. He was panicked. Now he was asked to sort out the memorials even more. Compared with his current fear, yesterday's assassination attempt was only temporary and the fear would pass. Besides, he was his father's only child and was surrounded by many experts. As long as he did not commit suicide and get rid of the guards, his safety would be guaranteed.
Seeing that Rongchuan was distracted, the prince took the memorial and patted the back of Rongchuan's hand. Only when he saw Rongchuan come back to his senses did he continue looking at the memorial.
Rongchuan was particularly conflicted. Today the Emperor had been very concerned about him, and the Crown Prince was also very caring towards him. Both of them spoke very softly, as if a louder tone would scare him. He was not a girl. No, the point was, what was wrong between the Emperor and the Crown Prince
The emperor looked down at his hands, turning them over and then back again. The palms and backs of his hands were all flesh. Now he didn't know who Rongchuan was. If he knew, he would think back to the time when he attacked Zhang Jinghong. At that time, he didn't know that Zhang Jinghong was a fake.
The emperor closed his eyes and seemed to see blood. Anger and sadness were intertwined together, and the fire in his heart was burning fiercely. He couldn't help but think that if he couldn't control himself, the dream would become reality, blood would flow like a river, and there would be his son's blood, and the blood would commemorate the imperial power.
The emperor opened his eyes and looked at his youngest son who knew nothing and had never touched the imperial power. His anger subsided a lot and he waved to his youngest son to come over.
Rong Chuan put down the memorial in his hand and walked over, "Your Majesty."
The emperor felt guilty. This guilt widened his eyes when he saw his son Qingming. He couldn't explain it to his youngest son. He suppressed the emotion in his eyes and asked, "Next year will be your three-year assessment in the Hanlin Academy. Do you have any plans?"
Rong Chuan's eyes lit up. He had a plan, but his father disagreed. Now was his chance. "I want to be sent out of the capital."
The emperor choked, "... How could I have the idea of leaving the capital? Everyone wants to be an official in the capital."
Rong Chuan was thinking about his third brother and he had to improve his impression of him so that he could be assigned to a good place in the future. "My third brother said that if you want to be a good official, you have to get close to people's livelihood. Only by being assigned to a place can you learn more."
The emperor was silent. The children Zhou Shuren taught were all good, but they were also assassinated this time. "Besides leaving the capital, what other plans do you have?"
Rong Chuan heard that the emperor did not support him leaving the capital. Fortunately, he spoke for his third brother. He felt a little disappointed. "My plan is to have a wife and children and a warm bed. The words are a bit rough, but the meaning is straightforward. This is what I think in my heart."
Your Majesty, “… .”
He now felt how much his youngest son wanted to get married, no, how much he wanted to get married. Facing his youngest son's straightforward thoughts, he felt much better.
At the Zhou family, Zhulan had lunch with her daughter at noon. Zhulan had taken a nap in the morning and felt much better. Because Rongchuan did not leave the palace, Xuehan stayed in the main courtyard.
The Yang Zhumu brothers went to Wuchun's house because they would live there until winter and needed to buy a lot of things for the house.
Zhulan sent housekeeper Wang to help, and also sent a few servants to take charge of cleaning, cooking and so on.
The people from the Yang family who came to Beijing were all servants, and there was not even a maid to do the chores.
The Zhou family, except for a few little ones who don't understand what it means to be assassinated, is quite depressed today.
The food was very light. Zhulan looked at her daughter who was counting the rice grains. "The Marquis said that Rongchuan would send a letter when he leaves the palace. According to Rongchuan's personality, he will definitely come in person."
Xue Han was no longer shy this time, and was a little worried, "Mom, will Rong Chuan be in danger if he doesn't stay in the Marquis' Mansion and comes here?"
Zhulan tapped her daughter's forehead and said, "I think you are just thinking too much. If Rongchuan gets into trouble, there must be a lot of people following him. Besides, the emperor is furious and is searching everywhere in the capital. He will not take action against Rongchuan."
Xue Han knew it in her heart, but she was worried uncontrollably. She thought a lot. If Rong Chuan really got into trouble, she had thought about spending her whole life with the green lamp and the ancient Buddha. "Mom."
Zhulan, "Hmm? What are you going to say?"