Lu Cijian glanced at the folded document in his hand and said casually, "If there's nothing else, go and do your own thing. I still have quite a few folded documents to read."
He has been very busy these past few days. In addition to reading stacks of memorials every day, he occasionally has to inspect military camps in the suburbs of Beijing, and even go to the Six Ministries.
After the incident at the Ministry of Works, he was able to establish a firm foothold in the Censorate. Coupled with his status as the heir of the Marquis of Anding, he was basically unstoppable.
The Marquis of Anding's mansion is currently enjoying unparalleled influence in the capital, so it's likely they'll keep a low profile and won't dare to make any moves recently.
They only need to pay attention to the King of Chu.
Wang San responded, "My lord, news has come from the Prince's residence that the Prince of Chu's illness has not yet improved, and he probably hasn't returned to the capital yet."
Lu Cijian hummed in response, without even looking up.
The King of Chu has been away from the capital for almost a month now, so he must be planning something big.
Song Bingcheng must already know this, so there's no need for him to pay too much attention.
Seeing this, Wang San was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and hesitated, saying, "Sir, Miss Jiang has come to the capital."
Lu Cijian paused in his hand holding the folded document, and quickly asked, "When did you arrive?"
"It's been a few days."
As Wang San spoke, he quickly lowered his head and dared not say another word.
Lu Cijian glanced at him coolly, her expression somewhat displeased. "Is Mianmian at Baoxiangfang?"
Wang San nodded. "It should be there."
He had been busy with matters concerning the Censorate with the young master these past few days and hadn't paid much attention to Baoxiangfang. It was only today that he discovered Miss Jiang had come to the capital.
Lu Cijian immediately put down the memorial, got up and left the study, heading straight for the outside of the Censorate.
He encountered many people along the way, and they all respectfully greeted him as "Lord Lu".
Lu Cijian nodded casually. Just as he stepped out of the Censorate, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him. The conspicuous "Lu" character on the carriage made him frown.
The carriage curtain was lifted at that moment, revealing the cold and stern face of Marquis Lu Chengyuan of Anding.
Lu Cijian merely glanced at it indifferently and left without pausing at all.
Lu Chengyuan frowned and called out to him, "Stop. Now that you're back in the capital, why don't you go home?"
He had thought this man wasn't planning on going home, but unexpectedly, he quietly entered the Censorate and accomplished such a significant task.
He was the last to know about his father.
His initial anger dissipated almost entirely upon seeing the person in front of him.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't excited after not seeing each other for over a decade.
Especially when he looked into those eyes that were so similar to his own, he was absolutely certain that this was his son.
Lu Chengyuan's son should be like this.
Lu Cijian raised an eyebrow, glanced at the person looking down from above in the carriage, and sneered, "So, the Marquis still remembers his son."
He thought his father had died long ago.
Lu Chengyuan frowned. Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with these words, he still continued, "Back then, you were still young. A lot happened in the manor. In addition, I was saddened by the death of your mother, so I sent you to the estate."
Over the years, although I haven't had time to visit you, I haven't neglected you. Your food, clothing, and daily necessities on the estate are no different from those in the capital.
He could assure her of that; everything was done by Shuyu, and he believed that Shuyu would treat Cijian well.
Lu Cijian suddenly found it laughable. He had originally thought that this person knew everything about the manor, but that the person had simply tacitly approved of it.
Unexpectedly, Lu Chengyuan was completely unaware. He didn't know whether to say that he trusted his bedmate too much or that he didn't care about him enough to the point of forgetting him.
Otherwise, how could he not know what kind of life he used to lead on the estate?
Lu Chengyuan met Lu Cijian's cold eyes and was momentarily angry. "What kind of expression is that? Now that you're back in the capital, come back to the Lu family with me."
Today is your mother's birthday; how can you not go back?
He had thought that on such a big day as today, Lu Cijian would definitely return to the Marquis's residence. He was also thinking of suppressing this man's arrogance, since he had grown up on the estate for many years and would certainly not respect his father as much as Lu Lin did.
Unexpectedly, Lu Cijian did not appear at all. Only after asking the Censorate did they learn that he was still handling official business.
On such an important day, to be able to handle official business at the Censorate is clearly intentional.
Lu Cijian simply said, "It seems that you have forgotten something, my mother died a long time ago, and her death anniversary is not today."
Lu Chengyuan's face turned ashen with anger, and he glared at her, "How dare you! Although Shuyu is not your biological mother, she has worked hard for the Marquis's mansion for many years. How can you speak like this?"
It seems that no one has taught you manners all these years on the estate. When I return, I will have Shuyu arrange for someone to teach you manners.
As for the Censorate, you don't need to go there anymore. Starting tomorrow, come with me to the military camp in the suburbs.
The Censorate is too murky, and the Marquis of Anding's mansion is already being watched by many people. If Lu Cijian is in the Censorate, the Marquis of Anding's mansion will only become a sitting duck.
Now is not the time to offend people everywhere.
Although they were very satisfied with their son's excellence, the Marquis of Anding's mansion should not be too ostentatious for the time being.
Lu Cijian glanced at him and said coldly, "Lord Marquis may have misunderstood. I have no intention of returning to the Marquis's residence. As for going to the military camp, Lord Marquis should let your precious son go instead."
After saying that, he simply turned and left, completely ignoring the people who kept shouting behind him.
Seeing Lu Cijian leave without looking back, Lu Chengyuan cursed loudly and got up to get off the carriage.
He took two steps at a time and caught up with her in an instant, lowering his voice to say, "Stop right there and come back to the Marquis's residence with me."
Lu Cijian only scoffed, "May I ask who you are to me, Lord Marquis, and why I should go back to the Marquis's residence with you?"
The young man was tall and straight, but his eyes were unusually cold as he stared at him without any respect or fear, as if he were looking at a stranger.
For some reason, he thought of the woman who had been forced to marry him years ago.
The same indifferent gaze, the same disregard for him.
He had just returned from the battlefield and had made many military achievements. In everyone's eyes, he was a rare and outstanding talent in the capital. However, that person did not give him a kind look and his eyes were filled with mockery.
The eyes of the person in front of me gradually overlapped with the eyes in my memory.
Lu Chengyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said angrily, "You really are just like your dead mother, just as detestable."
"I'm your father! What kind of look is that? You're asking for a beating."
As he spoke, he reached out to strike the young man in front of him.
Lu Cijian stared coldly at the hand that was being swung at him, without moving.
Just as the slap was about to land on his face, Lu Chengyuan felt a sharp pain in his wrist. The intense pain instantly made him lose his strength. He clutched his injured wrist, grimacing as he looked around.
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