Chapter 92: Doctor Yushi

This Kyoto is really strange. Just as others said, there is a minor official every three steps and a major official every five steps. The person Chen Shiyi casually met was a court official in a purple robe.

Mr. Hu's behavior is not like that of an official at all. Instead, he is like a seasoned rogue who makes jokes all the time. His face is like a wall that not even the wind can blow down; it is so thick and hard!

However, when he put on the purple robe, he looked like it was really the case.

Serious and majestic.

But how did he get to the point where he had to make a living by collecting bills?

She had never heard of any official ending up like this!

Half a month passed like this, and Mr. Hu came back from court to tell Chen Shiyi a very important news.

"Starting tomorrow, the Marquis' Mansion will no longer send people to search for you on a large scale."

Chen Shiyi was very surprised to hear this.

“How do you do that?”

Seeing the admiration in Chen Shiyi's eyes, Mr. Hu couldn't help but smile.

"How difficult is this? The Wensu Marquis's mansion is too flamboyant. Just report him."

Chen Shiyi blinked.

"Are you Yu Shi?"

Uncle Jin just came in carrying a big bag of things.

"To be precise, he is the Minister of History, who is in charge of the entire Yushitai and supervises all officials."

Chen Shiyi understood.

"No wonder you are so poor. You are the most honest official in Daye!"

Uncle Jin said with a smile.

"That's not the case. The emperor gifted us a shop and some land, but we didn't manage them well, so we just sold them to save ourselves the trouble."

Mr. Hu took a sip of tea and frowned slightly.

"You have lived here for about twenty days. Now that no one is looking for you, you can leave."

Chen Shiyi nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll leave in a few days once I've arranged a place to go."

Mr. Hu said seriously.

"Let me tell you something else. I submitted a memorial to the Marquis's Mansion. His Majesty accused the Marquis of abusing his power and using public power for personal gain. He took away his title and noble rank, but gave the title to the Marquis's eldest son instead, and gave him another title, Zhong..."

Chen Shiyi was puzzled.

"The people in the Ministry of Revenue were transferred from the Marquis's mansion by his son. Why do you put all the responsibility on the Marquis?"

"I said so."

"Why?"

"It's not just me who says this, His Majesty would also think so. They are a family. If there is any guilt, it is the fault of the head of the family who failed to control his family properly."

"Does this affect you?"

"Whatever the impact, this is what I do."

"In fact, I have a guess that the prince of the Marquisate deliberately used the connections of the Ministry of Revenue to seize his father's title and power."

Chen Shiyi’s eyes widened.

"In the officialdom, it is said that if one prospers, all prosper, and if one suffers, all suffer. If he does this, isn't he worried that the Marquis' Mansion will be punished again?"

"What has happened is that, instead of being convicted of sin, he has been given glory and power."

“Who is helping him behind the scenes?”

Mr. Hu took a deep breath.

"I heard that he is going to marry the daughter of the prime minister soon."

After hearing this, Chen Shiyi was silent for a while.

"It's supposed to be this way, son of a noble family. This is the correct path to take."

She suddenly became cheerful and said with a smile.

"Master, you helped me solve a big problem. I'll cook some delicious dishes today to reward you."

On the day of Wen Zhiheng's wedding, the sky was clear and the rosy clouds were shining. A bright red carpet was rolled out from the Prime Minister's Residence to the front door of the Marquis' Residence. Joy and festivity overflowed from the streets and alleys, spreading to the entire Kyoto.

Chen Shiyi saw Wen Zhiheng again on the second floor of Xinyue Restaurant. She was wearing a white veil and looked through the gap in the window at him riding a white horse with red silk and wearing a bright red wedding dress, which made him look even more handsome and full of vigor.

Master, Chen Shiyi wishes you a happy and harmonious marriage and a bright future...

We will never meet again in this world!

Wen Zhiheng suddenly sensed something, raised his head and looked toward the window upstairs.

The carvings on the windows are of the latest style, and the old ones have been replaced. The joints are jagged, and the scars of repair are clearly visible. The old and the new have alternated, and they have not yet been baptized by the years. I don’t know how long it will take to erase the old times.

Wen Zhiheng drank the wine, and in the melting candle tears, he leaned his elbows on the sandalwood carved Eight Immortals Table, his chin supported by his palms, his eyes covered with a layer of mist, and stared blankly at the bright and glaring red veil in front of him for half the night.

The woman under the red veil made a soft sound.

"My Lord, you've been drinking. Are you drunk?"

"no."

"Yan'er, do you think it's time to take off the red veil now?"

Wen Zhiheng raised his hand and removed the red veil, revealing a beautiful face.

Mo Xunyan said shyly.

"Why isn't Xi Niang here?"

"There were too many people and it was too noisy, so I asked them all to leave."

Mo Xunyan smiled lightly.

"My Lord, it's time for us to have a drink together."

Wen Zhiheng maintained his previous posture, holding his chin, and asked lazily.

"You took so much trouble to marry me, are you happy?"

"I took the trouble to marry the person I wanted to marry, so I'm naturally happy."

Wen Zhiheng nodded.

"Yes, it's much happier than some people who try their best but still can't get what they want."

"Is the Marquis still thinking about that little maid?"

"You know her?"

"Of course I know. The Marquis has always refused our marriage for her sake. Of course I have to know that."

"She once told me that your likes are your business and my dislikes are my business. She asked me not to force her."

Mo Xunyan was silent for a moment after hearing this.

"She is quite special."

"I didn't understand what she meant at the time. I was thinking, I used to be the son of a marquis, with a noble status, why would she dislike me?"

Mo Xunyan remained silent and did not answer.

"It turns out that liking a person will not change because of his identity, status, power, or appearance. If you like someone, you like him. If you don't like him, you don't like him. Now I have truly touched her feelings."

The joy on Mo Xunyan's face gradually faded.

"My Lord, there is no need to make insinuations. I will make you fall in love with me. We have been engaged since childhood and are well matched. In the future, we will be the most enviable couple of gods and goddesses."

Wen Zhiheng said lazily.

"Then Miss Mo, you have to put in more effort. This Marquis has high hopes for you."

After saying this, he lifted his feet and was about to walk out.

Mo Xunyan stood up immediately.

"My Lord, if you just leave like this, how will Yan'er cope with it?"

Wen Zhiheng turned around and was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, I forgot."

After saying that, he pulled out a golden hairpin from Mo Xun's cigarette butt and pricked his finger with it. Bright red blood dripped onto the white silk that had been prepared for the carved wedding bed. In an instant, the blood spread over half of the white silk.

"Tomorrow, you can hand in your work with peace of mind."

Mo Xunyan's face turned pale.

"My Lord, you can't go out. If you go out, where will the reputation of the Prime Minister's Mansion be?"

Wen Zhiheng laughed contemptuously in a low voice.

"Don't worry, there is a small couch outside. It won't harm the reputation of the noble daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's getting late. Miss Mo should go to bed early!"