However, Prefect Deng guessed that King Qianhuang must have intended to export the large amount of salt he produced.
It depends on who has the ability to get the salt from King Qianhuang.
"Then..." Master Ma glanced at the sky outside. It was almost noon. If he went to the prefectural yamen now, wouldn't it be too late for lunch?
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go and ask for an audience with King Qianhuang." When Mrs. Deng heard that her father agreed to give up the heirloom, she couldn't wait a moment longer.
It's almost noon, and her Haoer is going to kneel down.
When she left the house in the morning, Hao'er was still unconscious, and she didn't know whether he had woken up or not.
Even if he woke up, Hao'er's body couldn't withstand kneeling for an hour.
She now wished she could grow wings, fly to the prefectural government office, and immediately put the Ma family heirloom into King Qianhuang's hands.
I only hope that King Qianhuang can show mercy and give me some leniency.
Prefect Deng glanced at Madam Deng and asked, "Can you see King Qianhuang whenever you want?"
Madam Deng was stunned. "Even if I send the heirloom over, I can't see it?"
"Send the visiting card first!" Prefect Deng gave Madam Deng a speechless look.
What is the Caoyuan Gate or Caiyuan Gate of the prefectural government office? Anyone can enter at will. It's really nonsense.
"Master Ma, please sit down and have some tea first." Magistrate Deng glanced at the teacup on the table, and the maids hurried forward to replace the tea with hot tea.
"I have already sent the visiting card."
Mr. Ma had always refused to give away the heirloom, and he was very anxious.
So when Madam Deng went to the Ma Mansion, he always had someone follow her.
After the servant came to report that Master Ma had come out with his eldest sister-in-law, he immediately asked someone to deliver the visiting card to King Qianhuang.
If he had official business, he could just go directly to the prefectural government office to find King Qianhuang.
But now if you want to bring someone to deliver gifts, you have to formally send a visiting card and wait to be summoned.
"Still—still have to wait."
Mrs. Deng rubbed her handkerchief and looked anxiously at the sun rising higher and higher outside.
It was almost noon, what should she do with her Hao'er?
Governor Deng glanced at Madam Deng, picked up the teacup and took a sip, pretending not to hear her words.
Mrs. Deng is his sister-in-law after all, so he would just scold her a few times when no one is around.
Now that my sister-in-law’s biological father is here, we have to give him some face.
If the sister-in-law likes to grumble, let her grumble a few words, he just needs to stay silent.
How could he not know what his sister-in-law was worried about?
It was almost noon, and my nephew had to kneel down at the gate of the prefectural government office.
Even if they went to see King Qianhuang now, Deng Hao would still have to kneel.
He was worried that his elder brother and sister-in-law would feel sorry for Deng Hao and think that he had done something bad, so he arranged for four yamen runners to wait in Deng Hao's yard early in the morning. When the time came, they would carry Deng Hao to the gate of the prefectural yamen and make him kneel down.
If you have a fat and strong body, kneeling down won't kill you.
It’s time to teach Haoer a lesson and see if he dares to be so arrogant in the future.
He even casually said something as outrageous as "My uncle is the local tyrant of Qianhuang City", so this lesson is a small one.
If Emperor Tianwu heard this, the entire Deng family would be executed.
Whenever Magistrate Deng thought of Deng Hao's arrogant look when he said this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of fear in his heart.
Master Ma glanced at Magistrate Deng, and seeing how calm and unhurried he looked, he also picked up the teacup and slowly sipped the tea.
Deng Hao is the only male in the Deng family. Even Prefect Deng is not in a hurry, so why should he, a man named Ma, be in a hurry?
Besides, kneeling for just an hour is not a serious matter.
As for what his daughter said about Deng Hao being covered in wounds and unconscious, he could only believe half of it.
How could he not understand his own daughter? The person who called a doctor just because Hao'er cut her finger must have exaggerated Deng Hao's injury.
Madam Deng simply didn't know what Master Ma was thinking, otherwise she would have cried out in injustice. Hao'er was really seriously injured this time...
........
"Dad~Dad, save me, I----ouch~"
Deng Hao, lying on the stretcher, held Master Deng's hand tightly with his fat left hand and cried.
His right hand had been wrapped like a dumpling.
Master Deng looked at his son's face covered with bruises and his brows were furrowed with distress.
"Hao'er, just bear with it, it will be fine in a moment, your mother has already gone to find a solution, ah~"
Master Deng patted Deng Hao's small fat hand soothingly, raised his eyelids and looked at the yamen runners carrying the stretcher.
"Be careful, don't fall."
Master Deng looked up and squinted at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, feeling anxious.
How can I kneel down in such a scorching sun?
"Dad, am I still your...son?"
Deng Hao's swollen, fat face was squeezed together, and he kept crying like a mourner.
“Ouch, it hurts~~Daddy!!”
"I don't want to go. I'm in so much pain that I can't even stand up, let alone kneel."
"Ouch, it hurts so much~~~"
"Dad, go and ask uncle for mercy again, beg for mercy again, and forgive me this time..."
As soon as he woke up, he was carried by four yamen runners and made to kneel at the gate of the prefectural yamen. He wanted to die.
After this kneeling, how can he survive in Qianhuang City in the future?
He felt uncomfortable at the thought of being laughed at behind his back by those little followers.
He really couldn't afford to lose this person. He had been rampant in Qianhuang City for so long, and when had he ever suffered such a punishment?
Master Deng felt very uncomfortable when he saw his chubby son crying like this.
He frowned and looked at the four yamen runners.
"Why don't you take it slow and go later."
His wife has already gone to the Ma family to ask for the heirloom. When the heirloom is delivered to King Qianhuang, his son should not have to kneel anymore.
"No." The leading yamen runner shook his head firmly.
"My Lord said we must go when the time comes."
The yamen runner looked up at the sun and said, "It's time to set off."
"Walk!"
The leading bailiff raised his chin towards the other three bailiffs, and the four of them lifted the stretcher together while gritting their teeth.
“No no no no…..No~~”
When Deng Hao felt his body floating in the air, he couldn't help but feel panicked and started shouting at the top of his voice.
The yamen runners didn't seem to feel sorry for Deng Hao and were reluctant to let him go.
They wanted to carry Deng Hao directly to the gate of the prefectural yamen, mainly because this guy was really too heavy.
The four yamen runners' cheeks were almost bitten to pieces, and they walked so fast.
When Deng Hao finished shouting this, they had already carried the person to the gate of the yard.
Master Deng was distracted for a moment, and when he looked up again, he could only hear his son's crying. The figures of several people had already disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.
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