Changfeng strolled around the capital market and bought a bunch of useless things, having a good time with the public funds given by Jiang Zhuo.

Only then was Qin Wanming sent to the Taiwei Mansion.

"Second Young Master Qin was drinking with my master. He got drunk after a few more cups, so my master ordered me to send him back."

The guards of the Taiwei Mansion took a look at the shabby carriage and thought, as the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, why couldn't he rent a better carriage?

"Thank you, Lord Guojiang."

Changfeng left with satisfaction.

He rented the cheapest carriage and had more than half the money left, enough for him to treat himself!

Qin Wanming woke up when he heard a sound in a daze. He raised his hand and rubbed his swollen eyebrows.

"Second Young Master, Second Young Master, are you awake?"

Qin Wanming suddenly woke up and pulled open the curtain of the carriage.

Spicy! Wake up and you're home!

Jiang Zhuo! You villain!

Jiang Zhuo, who was thinking about something, suddenly felt an itch in his nose and sneezed.

Looking back, guess what, the game has changed.

Jiang Zhuo raised his head helplessly and was about to say something when the emperor spoke first.

"Jiang Zhuo, I treat you as my own son!"

"Your Majesty, even if he is my biological father, I cannot regret my move!"

"I don't regret my move!"

You didn't regret your move. How many of my chess pieces have you hidden?

His chess skills are as bad as his wife's.

Thinking of Qingqing, he felt a lot happier, but he didn't bother with it.

The emperor found it incredible that Jiang Zhuo did not pursue the matter.

"Boy, are you hiding something good from me?"