As she thought about it, she slowly released her hand from her chest.
Zhao Shuqing swept the items from the cabinet into Zhao Qianlan's arms, then picked her up and threw her onto the bed.
He couldn't help but say, "I told you before not to marry Song Juncai. It would have been so much better if you had stayed with me for the rest of your life."
"Now that Song Juncai is useless, you still have to come to me for help."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianlan was caught off guard and realized that she had finally come to the ultimate purpose of her visit.
She laboriously leaned close to Zhao Qingshu's chest: "Brother Qing, no one is taller and more powerful than you... so I have one more request of you..."
The man was unusually agreeable at this moment: "What is it?"
“I need money…and I also need your appreciation for my son-in-law…He Yunze, and then introduce him to Prince Yu…introduce him…He is…talented, but he was terribly harmed by that vile servant Song Xizhi…”
Zhao Qianlan spoke haltingly, her words uttered with great difficulty.
Zhao Shuqing readily agreed: "Sure, I have plenty of money if you need it, but you have to pay me with your body, one hundred taels per time, is that enough?"
Zhao Qianlan was taken aback. If she did this kind of thing too often, she would definitely be exposed.
She didn't want to be disgraced.
"Am I that cheap in your eyes? Like a prostitute?" Zhao Qianlan blinked, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Zhao Shuqing wiped away her tears: "Then two hundred taels, no more than that, even prostitutes outside don't cost that much."
Zhao Qianlan bit her lip tightly, but finally agreed.
The fine imposed on He Yunce by the Jingzhao Prefecture was only eight hundred taels. As for the silver owed to the He and Song families, there was no rush to repay it; two hundred taels at a time, four times would be enough.
After this is over, she'll act as if nothing ever happened; she won't put herself in any dangerous situation.
Feeling the woman's enthusiasm, Zhao Shuqing was very pleased: "Don't worry, Prince Yu and Consort Liang are just a matter of a word from me. I will take care of whatever you want."
...
When Zhao Qianlan hurried back to her courtyard, her steps were unsteady and she looked somewhat flustered.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they arrived in the courtyard, they bumped into Song Ruoan.
Song Ruoan was carrying large and small bags and luggage, about to move them into the courtyard.
Although men and women don't live together, He Yunze still accompanied Song Ruoan to the courtyard. Song Ruoan looked at Zhao Qianlan, her eyes lit up, and then she was a little puzzled.
"Mother? It's so cold, why aren't you staying inside? Where have you been?"
"You look like you've been crying."
As soon as Song Ruoan spoke, everyone present looked in Zhao Qianlan's direction. Alian, who was holding a bundle to the side, also glanced at Zhao Qianlan silently.
Zhao Qianlan felt a little guilty and flustered, so she just made up a lie: "I was just thinking of going out for a walk to familiarize myself with the way, but the wind was too strong, so I came back around."
Song Ruoan nodded, still holding something in her hand, and entered the house without suspicion: "Come in quickly, Mother! We live in the same courtyard, so we can look after each other."
Hearing Song Ruoan's cheerful voice coming from inside the house, Zhao Qianlan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders in the courtyard, and her silly daughter couldn't see anything, otherwise she wouldn't know what to do.
Zhao Qianlan thought to herself and cautiously entered the house again, but she felt weak all over and stumbled, almost falling.
Fortunately, Ah Lian, who was standing nearby, quickly helped her up, saying, "Madam, please be careful."
Zhao Qianlan nodded and then went into the house.
Only A-Lian remained standing there, recalling the deep wound she had just seen on Zhao Qianlan's wrist, as if it had been bound with something...
She pondered for a moment, looking at Zhao Qianlan's strange walking posture, and then shifted her gaze to the soles of her shoes covered in moss.
He then carried the things he was carrying back into the house.
Inside the room, Song Ruoan and He Yunce were talking to Zhao Qianlan.
Recalling Zhao Qingshu's words, Zhao Qianlan took a deep breath and smiled at Song Ruoan again:
"The things that Ruo'an used to worry about, she doesn't need to worry about now."
"It just so happens that we've come across this Fengshan ceremony. I had a good talk with your maternal grandmother today, and she promised to help Yun Ce settle his past affairs and introduce him to Prince Yu."
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan was overjoyed.
She knew her guess was right; her mother's position in the Zhao family was indeed not to be underestimated. Even if she wasn't their maternal grandmother, she still had to help them.
Song Ruoan thought to herself, then glanced at He Yunze with a smug look. When she met He Yunze's gaze, she cautiously asked:
"What about the silver? My husband is short of money right now. Mother, could you spare some silver for the emergency?"
Zhao Qianlan felt her daughter's gaze, smiled, and nodded, appearing completely calm and collected.
"The matter of the silver has also been taken care of. It's just a few hundred taels of silver from the government, and we'll give it to you right away."
"Thankfully, this has solved your immediate problem."
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan finally burst out laughing. She proudly raised her chin and smiled arrogantly at He Yunce: "Husband, what did I say?"
"The Zhao family is large and powerful, and my mother has a lot of influence. They are not like Song Xi's maternal grandparents' family, which is a small and poor family!"
Upon hearing this and seeing Zhao Qianlan's calm and composed demeanor, He Yunze felt a glimmer of hope rekindle in his heart.
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