amaotonovel Chapter 174: Hating iron but not steel
Chapter 174: Hating iron but not steel
Qi Zexuan forced his eyes open, looking at her and wondering if this woman was sent by heaven to punish him!
"How can you get dressed when your hands are chained?"
"Okay, I've untied you."
Yesterday wasn't so decisive; it seems she's really good at wearing people down. He's completely exhausted and doesn't want to move at all.
"Hurry up, or there won't be any food left!"
"I'm not eating, I'd rather starve to death!"
Chu Yu exerted a bit of force, but... she couldn't lift him up! He even started acting like a scoundrel in front of her.
She didn't hold back and kicked him in the butt, causing Qi Zexuan's lips to tremble slightly.
He even stared at her with a hint of grievance, his eyes full of exhaustion. Why did he kick her butt?! This woman!
Not willing to wear it? If he won't get up, then don't blame her for using force, picking up the outer garment and putting it over his head.
Regardless of whether the clothes were worn that way or not, if both hands were inside the sleeves, the chains would be locked again.
Qi Zexuan's clothes were disheveled, making him look like he was fleeing a disaster.
After he finished breakfast, he didn't even know what he had eaten or what it tasted like.
At Wu Chengji's residence, the morning dishes were very plentiful, specifically to entertain Wu Ziyan.
She ate happily, completely forgetting the many worries that awaited her.
Just as he finished breakfast and was rubbing his belly, ready to rest, someone came in to announce that Mo Baiyun was requesting an audience.
Not only him, but one after another, people came to the mansion to deliver messages.
Before he could even swallow the food he had just eaten, he heard the shocking news.
Mo Baiyun then dismissed the servants around him and presented the box to Wu Chengji and Wu Ziyan.
After reading it, both of them were shocked and asked where it came from.
Logically speaking, the Prime Minister's residence or the Second Princess's residence were heavily guarded, so these letters could not possibly have been leaked.
Logically speaking, it should have been burned to ashes, so how could there still be a handwritten letter from the Prime Minister?
"Your Highness, Your Majesty, this... was stolen by the mistress of Linchuan last night when she returned to the Prime Minister's residence."
"He handed it over to Fang Yuerong halfway through. He had a chance to leave, but inexplicably returned to the Prime Minister's residence."
"What! Didn't we tell them to stay home? Why did he go back to the Prime Minister's residence?"
This left Wu Ziyan in a bit of a mess, after all, he hadn't even finished dealing with the things he was doing, and now Sima Lingchuan had gotten into this trouble!
Most importantly, his mother is no pushover and might use some form of torture on him.
He's someone who stands in the middle and doesn't know how to resist; he's probably going to suffer a lot again.
When did Lingchuan go to the Prime Minister's residence?
“Just yesterday, not long after the master left, he went to Yue Rong Pavilion first.”
"Then he returned to the Prime Minister's residence and stayed there for a short while. He then went to Yue Rong Pavilion, delivered the message to Fang Yue Rong, and then returned to the Prime Minister's residence."
……
It's fortunate that Mo Baiyun sorted out all the back-and-forth messages so clearly.
The thing he brought out is indeed very important, but if we go to the Prime Minister's residence to ask for the person now, the Prime Minister may not necessarily release him!
Wu Chengji, however, marveled at Wu Ziyan's skill, marveling at how her husband was willing to take such a risk.
As the saying goes, of all virtues, filial piety is the most important. Yet he went against his own sense of filial duty and still wanted to help her!
"How is Wu Chengye's residence?"
"The person who came back to report said that there was no movement at Wu Chengye's residence, and Huang Ziliang's safety was guaranteed."
Wu Ziyan wanted to speak again, but Mo Baiyun knew he probably wanted to ask about the other residences, so she also replied that there was nothing wrong with the other residences.
Wu Chengji glanced at her; her eyes were darting around as she pondered what reason the Prime Minister's residence might have to detain someone.
If he refuses to give her the person when she comes to ask for her, it means he has a guilty conscience, and then he can use that as an excuse to make a few more sarcastic remarks.
Although even tigers might not eat their cubs, Sima Lingchuan staying in the Prime Minister's residence was still a potential threat.
If Sima Zongcheng uses Sima Lingchuan against her, she really won't know whether to advance or retreat.
After thinking it over, I decided to hurry out and bring the person home; at least that way, I'd have some protection.
"Eldest sister, I need to go to the Prime Minister's residence later."
"Well, I'll take care of all the arrangements for the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet. I'll also send someone to deliver the invitations to the mansion."
"Thank you for your hard work, big sister."
"Yes, and also send someone to check on Chu Yu. I'm worried that Qi Zexuan might be tormenting her." She then instructed the person next to her.
After Wu Ziyan finished dressing, Chu Qiu was already waiting outside the door.
How could they possibly let her go out alone at a time like this, or how could they possibly leave other guards by her side?
Mo Baiyun had many other things to deal with, so this kind of overt protection work could only be entrusted to him.
Wu Ziyan nodded slightly at him, as if the awkward period hadn't passed yet, and they rode in the carriage together.
She went to the Prime Minister's residence with great fanfare, almost as if she was about to announce her arrival with gongs and drums.
Wu Ziyan said to the guards accompanying her, "Go and tell everyone that I am going to the Prime Minister's residence to bring my husband back home. Let everyone know that my husband has gone back to his parents' home."
Chu Qiu understood her intention and knew that she wanted to use the power of the people to create public opinion.
After all, those in high positions are often the subject of gossip among the common people, who tend to enjoy discussing the affairs of wealthy and powerful families.
The Prime Minister was restless all night, and he also thought that Wu Ziyan might come to his door.
But I didn't expect it to be so early. I rubbed my swollen temples, and they were throbbing with pain.
Where is he?
"It's strange, but after the Fourth Prince left the First Prince's residence, she walked around the streets twice, as if to let everyone know that she was coming to our residence."
"Now?"
“He’s still wandering around outside, sending people to every place he goes to say he wants to come to the Prime Minister’s residence to pick up his master.”
"Well done, Wu Ziyan."
"They're just short of announcing it to the world with gongs and drums!"
"Go and bring that unfilial son to the hall!"
"Yes, master."
Sima Lingchuan was sitting in the room at this moment, his expression indifferent.
He never expected his mother to be so heartless; she beat those two people to death right in front of him last night.
He didn't want to watch, but he was forced to watch the scene of the man being beaten to death.
He could see the resentment in the eyes of those two people before they died.
Perhaps they regretted helping him, but he's already dead, and there's no way to know what he was thinking.
The door creaked open, and he looked up to see the butler calling him.
On the surface, the family still treated him with respect: "Young Master, the head of the family wants you to come to the hall for a talk."
"I know, let's go."
He seemed to be waiting for him, and when called, he immediately stood up from the stool and followed the butler out the door.
Sima Zongcheng summoned him to the hall simply to ask him his thoughts, whether he wanted to stay in the Prime Minister's residence or go to Jiu'an Prefecture.
Upon entering the hall, Sima Lingchuan slowly bowed, then lowered his eyes without looking at his mother.
Sima Zongcheng still looked at her with disappointment and frustration, wondering why she had given birth to two such sons!