Hua Changjue thought of something and became a little excited. He whispered to Jiang.
"Madam, you don't know yet, right? Qingqing said that there is a high chance that Hou Yingying will be Jian'er's daughter-in-law!"
Jiang was extremely surprised!
"Really? Qingqing really said that?"
"Of course it's true! How could your husband lie to you?"
Jiang's face lit up with joy. "If Sister Liu knew, she would be so happy. I must tell her when I have time."
Hua Changjue's eyebrows were curved.
"Okay! I'll tell her to make her happy."
Jiang helped Hua Changjue pack his things and followed him out the door.
Hua Lingxuan, Hua Lingyi, Hua Wanru and Liu were also waiting at the door.
Hua Changjue curled his lips, "Why are you all here!"
Hua Wanru came over and handed him a small bag.
"Father, there are wound remedies and various other medicines in here. There is also a life-saving pill. Please keep them with you. Just in case."
Hua Changjue was relieved, "Okay, thank you Ru'er."
The family sent Hua Changjue to the gate and got him on his horse.
This time, the ones who went with Hua Changjue were An Yi and An Er.
No matter how reluctant he was, Hua Changjue still rode away with his men.
When they could no longer be seen, Jiang and the others withdrew their gaze.
"Mother, let's all go in!" Hua Lingxuan stepped forward and supported Jiang.
Jiang nodded.
"Let's go back. I have to give instructions later. Don't go out recently."
"yes!"
Several people turned around and were about to go back.
Suddenly, there was the sound of horse hooves running towards them.
Jiang and the others stopped and looked in the direction of the horse's hoof sounds.
At this time, it was just dawn.
Only when people rode closer could they see it clearly.
It turned out to be Hua Lingjian who came back.
He dismounted and was stunned to see the whole family standing at the door.
"Mother, mother, elder brother, second brother, younger sister."
"It's still early in the morning. Why are you all at the door?"
Everyone was happy to see him.
Hua Wanru smiled.
"Brother, you are finally back."
Hua Lingxuan and Hua Linyi went straight over and pulled him inside.
"Let's go, let's go back and talk about it."
The door closed behind them.
…
The Zhang family was wiped out, and Zhang Weiwu set up a cenotaph in the Zhang Mansion in Bianjing City to commemorate Zhang Meng and others.
There was no way. The messenger said that the bodies of all the Zhang family members were thrown into the Linjiang River by the Southern King. They could not be found even if they wanted to.
No matter how angry Zhang Weiwu was, he had to take care of the funeral.
After the mourning hall was set up, many families who were friendly with the Zhang family, or who wanted to establish a relationship with the family, went to pay their respects.
There were also many families that did not go, including the Anguo Mansion and the Jiang Mansion.
The eldest grandson's mother had just passed away, and his maternal grandfather, grandmother, second uncle and other family members were all gone. He was hit hard and fell ill again.
The old emperor was worried for a while, but luckily he recovered after a few days.
Zhang Weiwu was also a little depressed. But after the seventh day, he regained his spirits and wanted to show his strength.
Then I remembered that when an elder passes away, one must observe mourning for at least a year.
Although he was granted the title of Dinghou and became a noble, he could not attend the court, which was a great misfortune for a man who was busy with his work.
This also means that he is far away from the political center.
Within a few days, the officials who still had contact with him gradually stopped visiting him.
Zhang Weiwu was a little panicked. He was afraid that he would be forgotten by the people. Even if he didn't have to observe mourning in the future, the old emperor would still ignore him.
So he created opportunities to interact with officials privately. But he found that he was short of money. Although he was a Dinghou now, his salary was only a little.
Originally, most of the Zhang family's assets were in Linjiang City, and the income was quite good. But now Linjiang City was occupied by the Southern King.
The income from the industry was all wasted. In addition, the consumption in Linjiang City was far lower than that in Bianjing City.
A casual meal in Bianjing City costs more than ten times that in Linjiang City.
Zhang Weiwu is now in a tight spot, with his expenses exceeding his income.
But maintaining connections requires money. He could only go to the Prince's Mansion to find the eldest grandson whenever he had time. He also tried to get the eldest grandson to help him.
At first, the eldest grandson thought that he was his only uncle and took extra care of him. But after a while, he became fed up with it.
That day, Zhang Weiwu came to the Prince's Mansion again.
"Master Zhang, what a coincidence today! His Royal Highness the Emperor's eldest grandson is not here!"
Zhang Weiwu was stunned and asked the gatekeeper.
"Do you know where the emperor's eldest grandson went?"
"It seems that he was called into the palace by the emperor!"
Zhang Weiwu frowned. With his current status, it was impossible for him to enter the palace casually.
He was a little unhappy and said to the gatekeeper.
"Okay! I'll come back another day!"
The gatekeeper nodded and bowed quickly, "Yes, yes, Lord Dinghou, please take care!"
Zhang Weiwu nodded and left in a somewhat annoyed mood.
After he left, the gatekeeper rolled his eyes and muttered, "Here comes another round of extortion." Then he continued to guard the gate.
Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Zhang Weiwu would lie in bed, with a deep hatred welling up in his heart.
If it weren't for Hua Changjue and the others, how could I end up in such a situation? How could my family members die tragically?
Why did he have to live such a miserable life? His whole family was still alive and well.
No, he must make them pay the price.
Hua Changjue is away at war now and is not at home, so it is a good time to deal with his family.
If he died on the battlefield, that would be fine. But if he was lucky enough to come back alive and saw his family torn apart, would he regret his decision?
Zhang Weiwu's eyes were deep. He stood up and said to his subordinates outside.
"Wei Xiong, come in!"
An ordinary-looking man quickly pushed the door open.
"Master, you are looking for me?"
"How's the investigation going? What's the latest developments in the Anguo Mansion?" Zhang Weiwu asked.
Wei Xiong replied carefully.
"All the masters in the Anguo Mansion have been staying indoors recently."
"Some held flower viewing banquets and invited their wives and daughters. They all declined."
Zhang Weiwu frowned. This person didn't even come out. How could he deal with their family? He didn't have any extra money now. He could only hire assassins to kill them. He could only outsmart them.
Suddenly he remembered that the Double Ninth Festival would be in a few days.
According to tradition, the old emperor would lead civil and military officials and their families to Hanshan Temple every year.
Climb high, pray, and enjoy the chrysanthemums.
If we do something on the Double Ninth Festival, Hua Changjue and his family will be guaranteed to die without a burial place.
Zhang Weiwu's eyes flashed slightly, and he already had an idea in his mind.
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