Chapter 186 Which Onion?
Who are you?
The middle-aged man on horseback had a mustache. The one asking the question was not him, but his servant in front of him.
Important figures don't speak casually when they go out; given their status, how could they speak to the poor so easily?
There are servants to speak on their behalf.
This is a symbol of status and position.
With so many people suddenly arriving, they might be people sent by the imperial court. Zhu Han naturally wanted to come and see for himself, hoping to make a contribution.
"Uncle, it's me!" Zhu Han saw the middle-aged man climb out of the carriage and waved happily.
He had been feeling incredibly frustrated throughout the journey, but now things were much better. His uncle was the consul in Ganzhou, and everyone had to defer to him.
"Zhu Han, why did you bring so many people?" Zhu Lai frowned.
Didn't I say only he should come? So many people have come all at once, how is he going to manage? Our house is such a small place, and my wife's nephew really doesn't understand anything.
Zhu Han straightened his robes. "These are the caravans I encountered on the road."
"A caravan? There are actually caravans coming to Ganzhou?" Zhu Lai looked at these people and they didn't seem like a caravan at all, but they seemed slightly familiar.
"Take them all back and question them carefully,"
"Lord Zhu."
Lin Anyuan got off the carriage.
Zhu Lai was surprised by the man's appearance, "You are..."
“He said he knows you.” Zhu Han glanced at Lin Anyuan and whispered, “Uncle, his wife and daughter are both beautiful, definitely beauties you’ve never seen before.”
He'd been itching to get his hands on the beauties the whole way, but the big guy had been keeping him pinned down, which was incredibly frustrating. Now that he was on his turf, he was determined to get his hands on some beauties.
Zhu Lai's temper flared instantly upon hearing this. "Shut up, you idiot! What do you think you're doing?! If you're going to be this stupid again, you're going back!"
If it weren't for the fact that he's my wife's nephew, I would have liked to put him back.
As for why his wife's nephew also has the surname Zhu, it's because he was supported by the Zhu family and changed his surname to Zhu, sharing the same surname as his wife.
Now that King Jing has conquered Ganzhou, his former superior has already been killed. He was only kept on as a consul because no serious problems were found. To put it bluntly, he is no different from a gofer. How dare this idiot forcibly abduct a woman?
Do you think Ganzhou is your home?
Zhu Han was scolded, and his expression was far from pleasant.
"A mere dog of the Zhu family, just because he got lucky and became an official, dares to talk to him like that."
Zhu Lai said to Lin Anyuan, "Please go ahead. If your identities are verified and there are no problems, we will let you leave."
Lin Anyuan was surprised. "Lord Zhu, don't you recognize me?"
He has been in charge of Ganzhou for more than a month now. People in Xiatu should have all seen him. Is he so unremarkable?
Zhu Han thought to himself, "Who are you? Who do you think you are? I'm busy as a bee every day, do I need to know you?"
Just as I was thinking of casually fooling them and taking them away for investigation, a horse-drawn carriage came rolling by.
Zhu Han recognized him and his eyes lit up. He hadn't expected the eldest son to come in person.
Murong Wen stepped down from the carriage and said loudly, "Brother Lin, I reckon you'll be here soon. Let's see if my timing is accurate, hahaha!"
"Young Master!" Lin Anyuan cupped his hands and smiled.
Murong Wen was in a good mood when he saw him, and looked curiously at the carriage behind Lin Anyuan, "Did you bring your wife and children back with you this time?"
Is it true that Lin Anyuan's wife is a burly, ruthless woman?
Ye Wan stepped down from the carriage at the opportune moment and said, "Greetings, Young Master."
Seeing Ye Wan, Murong Wen thought to himself, "The rumors were indeed wrong. It's impolite to stare at someone else's wife."
Murong Wen glanced at it once and then looked away, praising, "Good, you're a perfect match!"
"Let's go, let's go, this isn't the place for reminiscing. I'll give you a proper welcome back when we get back!"
Murong Wen invited Lin Anyuan to ride in a carriage with him back home.
Lin Anyuan declined, saying his wife was in the carriage.
Zhu Lai, who had finally managed to get a word in edgewise, was sweating profusely despite the cold weather. He said awkwardly, "Lord Lin, I was truly blind. Please don't hold it against me!"
Lin Anyuan smiled amiably, "Lord Zhu, you flatter me. You are very busy with official duties, handling everything big and small, so it's normal that you don't recognize me."
Zhu Lai understood the implication: You can even personally pick up your nephew, but you don't recognize your own boss?
Remembering that day when he deliberately slacked off and arrived late, only catching a glimpse of Lin Anyuan's back and thus failing to remember him, Zhu Lai wished he could slap himself across the face right then and there.
This guy is a favorite of Prince Jing, who does he think he is!
Zhu Han stared lecherously at the carriage. "Uncle, did you see her? Isn't she a beauty?"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
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"Shut up!"
Madam Zhao cursed the fool in her heart.
How could she say something like, "She tripped up that new bitch," in front of the young master? She has always been a kind mother.
The third young master looked at Madam Zhao, "Mother, is the news true? Is Father really going to marry that woman he brought back?"
The news suddenly spread during the New Year holidays, and they heard it too. Had their father gone mad? How could he want to marry a woman of unknown origin as his principal wife?
"Don't worry about this. Your father is probably just having a passing fancy. I'm going out for a bit." After saying that, Madam Zhao went straight to find Madam Qing.
"Are you really willing to let an outsider oppress us?" Madam Zhao asked bluntly.
They used to be rivals, but now they have a common enemy, so why not join forces for the time being?
"I'm not reconciled." Madam Qing was painting her nails, but unfortunately, the color wouldn't take no matter how many times she tried, which made her a little irritated.
"Zhao Xia, don't treat me like a fool. I'm not stupid. Show them out."
After being rebuffed by Madam Qing, Madam Zhao was also quite angry.
I curse that new woman to die!
The main courtyard is very warm.
The person cursed by Madam Zhao is quietly practicing calligraphy.
King Jing was worried that Su Yi might be cold, so he ordered the charcoal fire to be burned brighter.
"Your Highness, you are so kind to me. You don't look down on me and have given me a place to stay." Su Yi put down her pen and looked at Prince Jing who had entered.
Wanwan said that one should occasionally respond to feelings.
When Prince Jing saw that she had finally spoken to him, his heart was pounding. “Sister Suyi, don’t call me Your Highness, call me Ayi.”
Su Yi frowned, "Your Highness..."
Prince Jing walked over and asked, "How about calling me A-Yi?"
"Your Highness, officials from the imperial court have arrived!"
The door was banged on, and King Jing stormed out again.
They have no tact whatsoever.
The imperial court has indeed sent someone; it's an old man from the palace, Eunuch Hong.
"Grandpa Hong, how have you been?"
Prince Jing sat down in the chair with an air of grandeur, gestured for his servants to serve tea, and then drank it himself.
Eunuch Hong, who had served the late emperor, disregarded his dry throat and brought the central message of his trip.
"Your Highness, the Emperor has decreed that as long as you refrain from further rebellion, you will remain Prince Jing, and all your subordinates will be given official positions. What do you think..."
"What do you think?" King Jing asked in return.
Eunuch Hong was taken aback for a moment, "This servant thinks it is naturally good."
Even though he was a prince, the title of "rebel" didn't sound good.
Prince Jing spoke up, "Let me think about this matter. Eunuch Hong has come from afar and must be tired. Go and rest first."
After saying this, the servants took the father-in-law away.
The young eunuch who followed him spoke fearfully, "Grandpa Hong, Prince Jing wouldn't..."
"What's there to be afraid of? Even when two countries are at war, they don't kill envoys." Eunuch Hong flicked his whisk. "In a couple of days, we'll go and visit that favorite of Prince Jing."
"What was his name again? Right, Lin Anyuan."
"Who does he think he is? How could he possibly warrant your personal visit? It's an honor for me to go!"
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