Chapter 30
The attendant and the coachman immediately lowered their heads guiltily, trying to wink at Zhu Zijin, but the latter covered his face with a folding fan and remained silent as if he were mute.
Wen Shu handed the money bag to Zhu Zijin, and also got a clear look at his face.
He is Pei Lingjun's nephew, Zhu Zijin.
Wen Shu took a light breath. She wasn't surprised by Zhu Zijin's situation in Anyang, because in her previous life, Zhu Zijin had also sneaked into Anyang around this time.
Although she changed some things, most things are still slowly moving along their established trajectory.
"Here are ten strings of cash, enough to repair the carriage."
Zhu Zijin took the money bag, chuckled twice, and echoed, "Yes, yes, thank you for your trouble."
Pei Lingjun saw the two girls onto the carriage. Zhu Zijin breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to slip away. He had just grabbed his folding fan and taken two steps when someone suddenly yanked the back of his collar, and a strong feeling of suffocation hit him.
"Ouch! Cough...it hurts..."
Pei Lingjun grabbed the man by the back of his collar and pulled him in front of him. His deep, long eyes narrowed, a storm brewing: "You've grown bold, haven't you? You don't even listen to me anymore?"
"Uncle, uncle!" Zhu Zijin clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. "It was because the Xiaolong Guard couldn't contact you that I risked coming here. Do you think I wanted to come all this way?"
"Then leave immediately," Pei Lingjun said with a displeased expression, releasing his grip and staring at Zhu Zijin. He said in a deep voice, "The situation in Anyang is far more complicated than you think. Those old foxes in Jijing are not so easy to deal with. It's very dangerous here."
Zhu Zijin straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes and retorted in a low voice, "Uncle, you also said that those old foxes are not easy to deal with. How can I have a good time in Jijing?"
"With so many guards and attendants from the Pei and Zhu families, and the Swift Dragon Guard protecting you, aren't you safe?"
Zhu Zijin, with an attitude of "since I'm already here, what can you do to me?", plopped down on a chair in the teahouse. "The Xiaolong Guards are paid by the emperor, they're not here specifically to protect me. As for the long-term guards of the Pei and Zhu families..." The young boy looked up and smiled at him, quite proudly saying, "I can shake them off by myself."
Pei Lingjun: "..."
"Uncle~" Zhu Zijin said coquettishly, tugging at the hem of his robe: "Since I'm already here, you can't be so heartless as to send me away again, can you? Besides, I can protect you while I'm here!"
"Uncle~ Uncle~"
The boy persisted.
Pei Lingjun's face darkened. He untied the hem of his robe and asked coldly, "Does your mother know?"
Zhu Zijin's mother, Pei Yuyan, is Pei Lingjun's biological older sister. Eighteen years ago, she married a scholar who passed the imperial examination and became a disciple of the emperor. Now, that scholar, his brother-in-law, is a high-ranking official, serving as the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.
Despite his high position, his sister and brother-in-law remained as loving as ever, adhering to the principle of one love for life, and thus indulged their only child, Zhu Zijin, to some extent.
Remembering the disapproving looks from his loving mother and father, Zhu Zijin touched his nose and took a guilty breath, "Of course... I left a letter..."
In the capital city of Ji, a thousand miles away, a piece of paper was tucked away in a corner and suddenly picked up by someone.
The man, nearing forty, had a handsome face. He quickly skimmed through the nonsensical contents of the paper, frowned deeply, and exclaimed angrily, "That unfilial son!"
The 'rebellious son' himself was standing beside Pei Lingjun, grinning as he asked, "Uncle, are you using the alias Song Yuanzhuo to approach the Wen family for legitimate business?"
"Otherwise what?" The young man raised an eyebrow. "Do you think everyone is as unreliable as you?"
Zhu Zijin swiftly unfolded his folding fan and retorted to his question: "How can I say that's unreliable? I have a plan, Uncle, would you like to hear it?"
The sound of the wind beside my ears froze instantly, and the scene at this moment coincidentally overlapped with the scene in my mind last night!
His blood ran cold, and Pei Lingjun turned around abruptly, but couldn't stop the boy from blurting out, "If you ask me, since Fourth Sister Wen saved you, such a great favor, I think you should just repay her with your body, Uncle. That way, you can successfully gain Wen Tao's trust and complete the mission, and I'll also have an aunt. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
The sound of the wind faded into the distance, leaving only the deafening pounding of my heart, "thump thump thump!" rapid and relentless.
These words are exactly the same as what Zhu Zijin said in my dream last night.
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