Chapter 30 The Disappearing Money Box

Fainted immediately? Really narrow-minded...

Zhao Duan didn't expect that a few words could have such a huge destructive power, and his face couldn't help but look strange.

Shaking his head, he stood up and glanced coldly at the group of evil slaves:

"Are you still not going away?"

It was not until this moment that the servants holding whistles woke up from their dreams. How could they dare to say a word?

He immediately tucked his tail between his legs, frantically dragged the unconscious Zhang Changji, and hurriedly fled from Zhao's house, fearing that if he was a step too slow, he would be beaten to death on the spot.

He was even more anxious to report what happened here to Zhang's eldest son and the old man.

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"My dear, are you... okay? That person just claimed that you've been sentenced and thrown into prison."

At this time, the servants of the Zhao family came back to their senses. The old steward, with tears in his eyes, began to ask.

When Zhao's father was young, he was the manager of the family. He was not a family member but was almost one.

Therefore, even after the original owner came to power, he was still kind to him.

"Don't listen to that person's nonsense. What kind of relationship do I have with His Majesty? What could possibly happen?"

Zhao Duan deliberately raised his voice, using the Empress's image to appease his servants.

Then, he briefly described the confrontation in the palace, glossing over the details and focusing on the outcome.

Everyone in the mansion has been in a panic for days.

Now she knew that her husband had not only made meritorious deeds to atone for his crime, but was also invited by the saint to have a meal and received great benefits, and she immediately smiled with joy.

The tense atmosphere was swept away and everyone started to compliment each other.

"Alright, what are you all doing here? Clean up the broken pieces. Oh, and send someone out. My carriage is behind. Tell Zhu Kui that everything is fine here."

Zhao Duan dismissed the busy servants and then looked at the master.

Even though he had a vague impression of it, he was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes.

What a beautiful stepmother and sister...

Eugene Hua had stood up at this moment. Her dark green silk dress was stained with dust, and her delicate and gentle face showed the relief of surviving the disaster.

Seeing Zhao Duan's gaze, he subconsciously trembled and forced out a flattering smile:

"I'm glad Dalang is alright. I'm sure he didn't eat enough while accompanying the emperor in the palace. I'll go and arrange for his meal... Pan'er? Why are you standing there like an idiot? Go get your brother some clothes."

She was clearly the mistress of the house, but she acted servile and cautious, as if she was afraid of making him angry.

As far as he could remember, this aunt had treated him very well since she came into the family.

She keeps her home in good order and has a gentle and soft personality.

Even if she was beaten by the original owner, she would just go back to the house and cry silently... She can be called a classic wife in the feudal era.

No wonder Zhao's father wanted to marry her home despite the rumors... Zhao Duan felt complicated and a sense of guilt arose, and was about to speak to comfort her.

Suddenly, it was interrupted by a girl's voice.

"I don't!"

Zhao Pan said with tears in her eyes that the girl had perfectly inherited her mother's good looks, with an oval face, a high nose, and messy hair.

At this moment, his pair of autumn-water eyes turned red, and his silver teeth were clenched, like a wounded leopard cub.

Well, this girl’s personality is completely opposite to her mother’s. She is strong-willed, independent and brave.

Having witnessed her mother submitting to humiliation and being repeatedly bullied by the original owner, she harbors a strong resistance to Zhao Duan.

"Pan'er, how can you be so ignorant... Apologize now!"

Eugene Hua's face changed and she pretended to be angry, fearing that she would anger Zhao Duan and make him use violence against her daughter.

Zhao Pan's eyes became redder and redder, tears welled up in her eyes due to grievance.

She didn't understand why her mother always protected this scumbag like this. It was obvious that the other party was a stone that could not be warmed.

No, it was the evil wolf, the evil wolf that bullied her and her mother!

She gritted her teeth, not knowing where she got the courage from, and said:

"If he hadn't caused all that trouble outside, how could his enemies have found his home? He was nearly killed by that guy just now..."

Eugene Hua bit her lip and suddenly slapped her daughter's pretty face. Zhao Pan did not dodge or avoid it, but just shed tears.

"alright--"

However, when the slap was halfway through, Zhao Duan grabbed the woman's wrist and prevented her from moving forward.

"I'm upset today and don't want to see women crying anymore."

Zhao Duan frowned and said coldly:

"I'm going back to my room to rest. Don't disturb me before dinner."

After saying that, he strode away, sighing deeply in his heart, his head buzzing.

"My terrible personality...how bad is it..."

Of course, Eugene Hua had no idea what he was thinking. She just breathed a sigh of relief, then hugged her sobbing daughter with heartache, patted her back, and whispered comforting words.

At the same time, he looked at Zhao Duan's departing back, with doubt in his eyes:

Today's Dalang doesn't seem as scary as before.

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Inner house.

In your own bedroom.

Zhao Duan threw himself on the bed and digested his experiences of the past three days.

Only at this moment did he truly relax.

“Although the Empress has granted me the rank of attendant, it’s only temporary. I have a criminal record and they can bring me down at any time.

What kind of status I hold in Xu Zhenguan's eyes depends on my subsequent performance...

For now, I can only say that I have obtained the ticket to become a vassal of the imperial power... I must not be careless...

Haha, although I successfully escaped this time, I also completely offended Prime Minister Li Yanfu...Once that Old Deng gets wind of this, he'll definitely target me in the future..."

"But if there are too many lice, they won't be afraid of bites. Given my popularity, it's basically impossible for me to play both sides and be good at dancing with the sleeves. No matter how you look at it, clinging to the Empress's thighs is my only way to survive!"

"Besides, her thighs should be quite long and white..."

Zhao Duan slapped himself on the head: "Pah, pah, pah, you're thinking about serious matters!"

He folded his hands behind his head, staring at the curtains, sorting out his thoughts:

"The Great Yu Dynasty unified the Central Plains, with only scattered vassal states around it, much like the world I'm familiar with.

So no matter who I offend, I must not offend Xu Zhenguan, otherwise I will just be like Zhuang Xiaocheng and his gang of traitors, and become a rat in the ditch."

"...Zhuang Xiaocheng, you've really screwed me over so much, old man. There's still half a year left, where am I going to catch you?"

The empress gave him half a year to arrest the rebel, but Zhao Duan thought the case was ridiculous.

The Kuangfu Society is undoubtedly powerful. As a senior member of the group, Zhuang Xiaocheng can mobilize sorcerers from the "worldly" realm to protect it. And after this incident, it is unlikely that they will show up again.

The possibility of Zhao Duan completing the task on his own is almost zero.

"Think of it another way. There's no reason for the Empress to force me to death with unfinished tasks.

So, it's like giving me a six-month 'probation period'. As long as I can accomplish enough merit within six months, I can offset Zhuang Xiaocheng's case!"

Of course, Zhao Duan did not completely rely on the emperor's thoughts for his life and death.

What he really looks forward to is cultivation.

"That glow, is it a martial art?"

Zhao Duan looked at his right hand and fell into deep thought:

When he exchanged punches with Zhang Changji, who was at the same level as him, the opponent's flesh and blood were turned inside out, while he only suffered minor bruises on his skin.

Such a sharp contrast must be the work of the mysterious morning glow.

He always believed that his talent in practicing the "Martial God Diagram" was too outrageous and suspected that it was related to his identity as a time traveler, but he had no evidence.

Even if you don't want to think about it, it's always right to become stronger.

When you become powerful enough that even the Empress is afraid of you, there is no place in the world you can't go.

"According to Eunuch Hai, as long as I make meritorious contributions, I'll have the opportunity to obtain resources from the Imperial Palace Armory, and the Martial God inheritance is suitable for me...

Therefore, my next goal is to achieve as many merits as possible, thereby enhancing my cultivation and gaining... greater... power!"

Yes, power!

Whether it was the experience of his previous life or what he had seen and heard during the three days of time travel, he had repeatedly realized the importance of power.

At least before he achieved great success in martial arts, power was his greatest guarantee.

Just imagine, if he had no power, how could he coerce Feng Ju and Wang Xian?

Help him turn the tables?

If he had no power, how could he dare to resist Zhang Changji's oppression and offend the military doctor?

"We must seize both force and power, and both hands must be strong!"

As for how to achieve merit... he also has a goal.

"Zhang Changshuo, Zhang Changji..."

Zhao Duan muttered to himself, thinking that judging from the character of the Zhang brothers, they must not be clean.

He is a man who holds grudges. The Zhang brothers have tried to kill him one after another, and he can't let this matter go.

Or... should we start with the Zhang family?

You can give it a try...

However, the details of this matter still need to be worked out.

Zhao Duan put it aside for the moment, jumped up, and began to search the room for the cash box.

Feng Ju's rescue mission is not over yet. The case will be tried next, and the "deposit" that Zhao Duan had received before must be handed over.

Otherwise it will be easy to give people a chance to talk about you.

"Anyway, the original owner made a lot of money this year by taking bribes, so returning it won't be a big deal."

Zhao Duan looked excited and was very interested in counting the gold, silver and treasures.

I think he has quite a bit of money in his own little piggy bank.

However, when he opened the locked metal cash box in the house with great anticipation, his smile froze and his pupils slowly dilated:

"Where's my money?!"

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