Li Shu's real name is Li Ang. He was an orphan from a young age and was later adopted by Wan Xin's mother's family, who raised him as their own son.
Later, she came to the Wan family with Wan Xin's mother and was responsible for teaching and assisting Wan Xin.
He is usually low-key and goes unnoticed, but he is an extremely important person to Wan Xin.
Wan Xin was certain that without Uncle Li's advice and strategies, she would most likely lose out to her elder brother, who was more favored by the Wan family, and the family fortune would be out of her reach.
Over the years, Uncle Li has done a lot for him and has earned his deep trust.
Therefore, all meetings with Tang Huan were entrusted to Uncle Li, which was the greatest trust placed in him.
For his young master's sake, Uncle Li made thorough preparations. In addition to bringing several bottles of fine Fenjiu liquor, he also brought some calligraphy and paintings from the Wan family's collection, intending to curry favor with Tang Huan.
"Judging from what has happened recently, Tang Huan is young but his future achievements are limitless. If you can have more contact with him, even if you break away from the Wan family in the future, you will still be able to achieve something."
Li Ang murmured.
This is just a feeling, and it's not accurate.
But Li Ang knew he shouldn't miss such an opportunity.
He arrived at Tang Huan's residence by carriage and personally knocked on the gate.
After waiting for a while, nothing happened.
"Is no one home?" Li Ang asked suspiciously.
He tried knocking on the door again, and after a while, footsteps sounded from behind the door.
Someone is coming.
The door opened, and a beautiful woman peeked out and looked her over.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Li Ang. I have come today on behalf of Young Master Wan Xin, and wish to pay my respects to Lord Tang Huan..."
Soon, Qin Yu returned to the courtyard carrying several items in each hand, her expression not pleasant.
"We must have Tang Huan hire some servants. Cleaning such a large mansion every day is a hassle, and visitors have to walk a long way to open the door!"
She kept the gift that Li Ang had mentioned as a congratulatory gift, but did not bring the person into the mansion.
Because Tang Huan is not at home.
Tang Huan has not returned since he left last night, and Qin Yu has no idea where he went.
However, news from the morning court session had already reached the mansion. Qin Yu and Li Daikui both learned that Tang Huan had joined the Hanlin Academy and guessed that perhaps some officials in the court had invited him for drinks.
This is not surprising; when someone is suddenly promoted, people will naturally try to make connections with them.
The Wan family came to congratulate you because of your promotion.
Therefore, Qin Yu didn't take it to heart, and simply put all the gifts back in his room, intending to deal with them after Tang Huan returned.
Outside the mansion, Li Ang stood there, wondering, "Where will Lord Tang go?"
Southern District of Beijing.
Compared to other bustling areas, this place looks rather shabby.
Large swathes of dilapidated old houses, appearing precarious and on the verge of collapse at any moment.
There were few pedestrians on the street, and even those who did pass by walked away quickly with pale faces.
Groups of two or three people, dressed in tattered clothes, sat against a low wall or in a corner, hugging their bodies to keep warm.
Not far away was a huge garbage dump, with all sorts of filth piled up there, and a stench constantly emanated from it, with flies swarming around.
A little beggar was huddled not far from the garbage heap.
He didn't like this place because it was too dirty and smelly.
But he didn't dare go anywhere else, even though there was no one there.
The little beggar knew that those places were other people's territory, and he had been beaten several times for falling asleep on other people's turf.
A sudden pain shot through the back of his foot, and the little beggar cried out.
A woman in her forties glanced at the little beggar with disgust and dumped a bucket of swill she was carrying into the garbage heap.
The stench immediately became even stronger.
The little beggar pulled his foot back.
"Pah! Why don't you go somewhere else to wait to die? Why do you have to squat here? We don't want to collect your corpse... Get the hell out of here!"
The woman cursed fiercely for a few moments, and the little beggar had no choice but to get up and move aside to avoid the alley entrance.
After the woman left, grumbling and cursing, he moved back.
Winter is coming soon.
The little beggar could feel the temperature dropping day by day, and he suspected he would die this winter.
Because he didn't have enough clothes to wear.
I heard that earlier today, someone in the city was giving out free clothes. The little beggar went with them, but unfortunately he was too late; the free clothes had already been given out.
"If I could get a piece of clothing, maybe I could get through this winter..."
The little beggar thought to himself.
He curled up and closed his eyes.
Unfortunately, he was too cold and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
A sudden burst of laughter from the surroundings made the little beggar open his eyes.
Two people dressed in new clothes were walking towards them. They were disheveled and even dirtier than the little beggar.
But at this moment, the two of them were arrogant and extremely confident.
The little beggar knew it was because of the two new clothes.
He recognized the two men; they were also beggars from the South District who had been lucky enough to snatch clothes distributed by the city and spent the whole day smugly strolling around the city.
The clothes were not of good quality, not comparable to fine silk or satin, and they were printed with a wine pot and some large characters, so they did not look very nice.
But the little beggar's eyes were full of envy as he looked at the wine jug on the clothes and couldn't help but swallow.
The last time he drank was half a year ago. He waited for a long time in front of a small inn before a drunk guest took pity on him and gave him half a pot of wine.
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