Chapter 18 Wang Yang's Plot

Wang Yang rode in a sedan chair to the Xiangyun Pawnshop.

As soon as he got off the sedan chair, he quickly walked up to Fan Zhiyu, bowed respectfully, and said, "Wang Yang greets Master Fan."

Fan Zhiyu was stunned when he heard this. He looked sideways and was even more surprised to see Wang Yang saluting him.

Who is the most proud person in Beijing?

Censor!

Who is the person who looks down upon dandies the most in the capital?

Also a censor!

Now, an arrogant and contemptuous imperial censor is bowing to Fan Zhiyu. How can Fan Zhiyu not be stunned?

Fan Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then started laughing.

"Censor Wang, are you bowing to me?"

Wang Yang's face froze. He could understand what Fan Zhiyu meant by this.

Although Fan Zhiyu did not use any sarcastic tone, he still felt the sarcasm.

Unprecedented irony.

Wang Yang wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but he suppressed the urge.

Fan Zhiyu is his only hope right now. If he misses this opportunity, he will probably have no choice but to go back and wait for death.

He suppressed his humiliation, bowed respectfully once more, and forced a smile, saying, "Mr. Fan, your words are too kind. I dare not address you as 'you.' Your father is the Duke of Yingguo, and your aunt is the Empress Dowager. I am only a humble sixth-rank imperial censor. It is my duty to pay my respects to you."

"Hahaha……"

After hearing this, Fan Zhiyu felt relaxed all over and felt happier than ever before.

He laughed heartily and said, "That's a pleasant thing to say. It pleases me. Since you've made me happy, I won't bother with you today."

Fan Zhiyu took out the pawn ticket from Xiangyun Pawn Shop from his arms and handed it to Wang Yang.

"I'm here to redeem the painting. Please help me cash this pawn ticket, and I'll leave immediately."

Wang Yang felt a tightness in his chest as he listened to Fan Zhiyu's shrill laughter, but he could only clench his fists and force a smile. "Master Fan, you've seen the situation now. The Xiangyun Pawnshop suddenly went bankrupt, and everything in the Xiangyun Pawnshop has been reduced to ashes..."

Before Wang Yang could finish his words, Fan Zhiyu interrupted him gruffly, "Then let's follow the rules of Xiangyun Pawnshop and compensate you at the original price!"

Compensation at the original price?

One hundred thousand taels!

The Wang family’s assets are likely to be drained.

But I have to pay compensation.

Regardless of the fact that Wang Yang originally needed something from Fan Zhiyu, even if he didn't, he would still have to pay compensation according to the regulations.

Even if he didn't pay compensation, Fan Zhiyu sued him in Fengtian Prefecture, and he would have to pay compensation after the lawsuit.

Since he had to pay compensation anyway, he might as well pay it quickly and show some mercy. He asked Fan Zhiyu to plead for him in front of his father.

"I'll pay!"

Wang Yang had no choice but to bite the bullet and simply said, "I'll pay!"

Fan Zhiyu nodded with satisfaction and praised: "I like this about you, you are decisive and don't waste time."

Wang Yang clasped his fists and said helplessly, "Master Fan, please wait a moment. One hundred thousand taels is not a small sum. I will ask the government to prepare it..."

"No rush, I have plenty of time, just wait." Fan Zhiyu raised his hand readily.

Wang Yang nodded slightly, turned around and told the steward in the mansion to make the arrangements.

As he was speaking, Wang Ju walked over quickly.

He walked to Wang Yang's side and said angrily, "Brother, it was really Song Qianzhao who plotted against us!"

Wang Yang glared at him and shouted, "Shut up!"

Since Wang Yang had already determined that Fan Sheng had plotted against him, how could he believe Wang Ju's words again?

Along the way, he had already made up his mind.

Now the only option is to admit defeat and swallow this loss.

Then, through Fan Zhiyu, he managed to get in touch with Fan Sheng. Now he just hoped Fan Sheng would show some mercy and not bother with him.

When it came to dealing with Fan Sheng, he never dared to think about it.

Fan Zhisheng is different from Song Jian.

Song Jian was demoted from the capital several times, and his close confidants had long been eliminated by Li Shufeng.

Now it is like an old tree with its roots dug out, with only a huge trunk, which will collapse at the slightest wind and rain.

Fan Sheng is just the opposite. Although his tree may not seem as big as Song Jian's, its roots are very deep.

Following him were not only a hundred thousand elite imperial guards, but also the queen.

However, hanging on the Queen's feet were the current emperor, Emperor Yongshou, and the crown prince Xuanshu.

If you want to deal with the emperor and the crown prince Xuanshu, you are dealing with the entire Dasui.

How could he, a mere official of the Sui Dynasty, single-handedly confront the entire Da Sui Dynasty?

Unless he's crazy!

So he didn't dare to think of confronting Fan Sheng, and now he could only go to Fan Sheng to ask for a way to survive.

If Fan Sheng had shown mercy and spared him, or even introduced him to the Queen...

Then you will not only be able to avoid danger, but also rise to the top.

Wang Yang had his own ideas and naturally would not listen to Wang Ju.

After reprimanding Wang Ju, Wang Yang smiled embarrassedly at Fan Zhiyu, and then ordered the steward to prepare the money.

Wang Ju was arrogant and domineering in front of Song Qianzhao, but when he came to Wang Yang, he was like a mouse seeing a cat.

He was scolded by Wang Yang so hard that he huddled aside and didn't even dare to breathe.

The Wang family had a fortune of 100,000 taels, but they did not have much cash on hand, only less than 40,000 taels. The rest was mostly real estate, such as houses and fields.

To come up with 100,000 taels in one go, he had to pool the profits from his various shops, add his family savings, and sell a lot of land and houses. It would take some time to raise the money.

Wang Yang found a seat in the tavern across the street and invited Fan Zhiyu in. After they were seated, he ordered two pots of aged wine and a few side dishes.

Wang Yang smiled and said, "Mr. Fan, the manager has gone to raise the money, and I believe it will be gathered soon. See if you can ask the king's uncle to show mercy." Fan Zhiyu was about to raise his glass to drink, but when he heard this, he paused and looked at Wang Yang in surprise.

Doesn't he understand now who is plotting against him?

Fan Zhiyu once again admired Song Qianzhao's brilliant strategy. He cast a sympathetic look at Wang Yang and said calmly, "I can't get involved in this matter. But since you're so straightforward, I'll send someone back to plead for you."

Fan Zhiyu is good at acting.

He followed Wang Yang's thoughts and said what he wanted to hear most.

As for the truth, he would not tell Wang Yang now.

Until he gets the money, everything is uncertain.

When Wang Yang heard Fan Zhiyu agreed, he was immediately delighted and raised his glass, saying politely, "Then I would like to thank Master Fan first!"

Fan Zhiyu clinked his glasses together, tilted his head back and drank the entire glass, then waved his hand casually, saying, "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

After saying this, he winked at the attendant beside him. The attendant understood, listened to a few words of instruction, and then hurriedly left the table and headed towards Fan Mansion.

Seeing that things were going well, Wang Yang became more and more attentive, constantly pouring wine for Fan Zhiyu and urging him to drink, completely lacking the integrity that a censor should have.

However.

But he didn't know.

The followers ordered by Fan Zhiyu turned around and headed towards Hongxinglou after leaving the sight of the restaurant, and never returned to Fan Mansion.

Fan Zhiyu and Wang Yang were toasting each other in the tavern.

Song Qianzhao brought Xunjiu and the Song Mansion's entourage back to the gate of the Song Mansion.

It had rained all night, and a puddle of mud had accumulated by the doorstep. The handyman was sweeping it with a bamboo broom.

When he saw Song Qianzhao and his three companions, his eyes lit up and he walked quickly forward.

"Young master, you're back." Menzi asked attentively.

Song Qianzhao nodded: "Well done..."

The doorman immediately smiled and bowed repeatedly: "Young Master, thank you for your praise. I will show you in."

"No need, just go ahead and do your own thing." Song Qianzhao declined politely.

"Young master, take care." Menzi bowed and stepped aside.

Arriving at the screen wall in the courtyard, Song Qianzhao stopped and asked the Song Mansion attendant beside him, "Is this new doorman here?"

The Song Mansion attendant looked displeased and kept his head down, refusing to respond.

On the way back, he tried every means to find out something from Song Qianzhao.

But Song Qianzhao didn't say a word.

No matter what he asked, he would reply with a smile.

you guess……

I guess?

If I could guess, why would I ask you?

Now, whenever the Song Mansion's followers heard the words "guess", they began to feel anxious.

"What? You want me to guess too?" Song Qianzhao looked at the Song Mansion's entourage with a smile.

"I've only been here ten days." The Song Mansion attendant looked resentful.

Song Qianzhao smiled and said, "That's what I said. The other people in the mansion are indifferent to me, but he is the only one who is enthusiastic towards me. He must have just arrived and knows very little about the affairs of the mansion."

The Song Mansion attendant denied it, "The rhinoceros belt incident has caused such a big stir, how could he not know about it? He just doesn't want to offend anyone. After all, life is not easy for everyone."

Song Qianzhao was slightly startled when he heard this. After a moment's silence, he slowly nodded and sighed, "Yes, in life, it is a blessing to be able to seek a stable life. If you want to live comfortably, it is even more difficult."

After speaking, Song Qianzhao walked straight to the main hall.

As I walked through the front yard, I found the corridors deserted, with not a soul in sight. The servants and maids who usually came and went were now nowhere to be found.

After a light rain, new buds sprouted from the dead branches in the yard. Song Qianzhao remembered that these branches were still bare yesterday, but he didn't expect that new leaves would grow overnight.

"Young Master..."

Song Qianzhao was staring at the newly sprouted buds in the courtyard when she was startled by a voice in front of her. She hurriedly took two steps back. When she looked up, she found that Manager Huang had stood in front of her, looking at her with a sad look.

Song Qianzhao said unhappily, "Why are you walking without making any noise?"

Steward Huang bowed and said, "My footsteps are not light, it's because you, young master, have been too lost in thought...

Song Qianzhao was speechless for a moment and had no answer.

"Now that the young master has returned, please follow me and kneel in the ancestral hall."

Manager Huang continued.

Song Qianzhao looked surprised, "Why do you want me to kneel in the ancestral hall?"

My dad is in trouble again?

Is it implicated to me?

"Young Master didn't come home last night, and Master was very worried, so he sent people to look for you. He heard that you went to Hongxing Tower.

When the master found out, he was furious and kept complaining all night. This morning, he ordered me to wait here and take you to the ancestral hall to kneel as punishment if I see you.

He paused and repeated, "The master told me to tell you that young people should focus on their studies. Indulging in pleasure is not the right path."

When Song Qianzhao heard this, he was unhappy and his face darkened. "I went to Hongxinglou to do serious business, not to indulge in women."

Steward Huang glanced at Song Qianzhao sideways and asked, "Young Master, when you say business, do you mean helping the master to have a great-grandson?"