What kind of person is this!

Huang Cheng was shaking with anger.

"Too arrogant!" He stared at Duke Cheng fiercely, "Zhu Shan, you are too arrogant!"

Duke Cheng was neither anxious nor annoyed and just smiled.

"Zhu Shan doesn't dare," he said, "but he believes in justice."

Having said that, he strode forward.

The people automatically made way for them without any obstruction.

"That's exactly what he said just now!" An official pointed at Duke Cheng's back and shouted to everyone, "He brought these people here."

The officials had complicated expressions, and most of them seemed to be smiling.

"You can't say that casually." Someone laughed.

"Who said that? It's obvious that he was the one who was sent to target Mr. Huang..." the official shouted angrily.

Before he could finish his words, there was a whoosh and a rotten fruit came flying towards him, hitting him right on his official hat.

The officer screamed and protected his hat with his hands.

"Give me back my home!"

“No one encouraged us!”

"Corrupt official! Give me back my home!"

The people who were stopped by the guards were rioting and shouting, and they took out rotten fruits and leaves from somewhere and threw them at the people like rain.

There was chaos on the street and officials were dodging one after another. Even so, many people were hit, including Huang Cheng.

A rotten fruit hit his shoulder and the juice splashed all over his face.

The officials beside him hurriedly used their sleeves to wipe him, calling out "Master Huang" in shock.

Huang Cheng pushed him away and wiped it slowly with his sleeve, his eyes gloomy and almost cloudy.

"These unruly people!"

"This is anti-thief!"

"Catch them!"

The officials shouted angrily.

"What are you still doing?"

The guards seemed to react only then.

"Your Majesty has ordered that people can be allowed to watch the parade in the streets today, but they are not allowed to be driven away," said the leading guard.

The official glared angrily.

"Is this a crowd of onlookers?" he shouted, pointing at the noisy and shouting crowd.

Three or four more rotten fruit leaves fell over, and the official was accidentally hit again, and jumped in anger.

Where did these people get all these rotten fruits? It's only early summer and the fruits haven't come off yet!

"This is a siege!" the officer shouted, stamping his feet.

The guards responded and raised their swords. Before they could shout anything, the people who were yelling and throwing fruit leaves suddenly scattered.

"The official beat someone up!"

"The Grand Maester is going to be silenced!"

"Mr. Huang is going to kill someone!"

"Master Huang is going to drive the refugees out of Beijing!"

The shouts dispersed in all directions, and in a blink of an eye the group of people ran away, leaving behind a mess.

The guards didn't even have time to draw their swords and stood there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Should we say they are courageous or timid?

Being brave means having the guts to scold important officials of the dynasty, while being timid means scattering like birds and beasts before there is any threat.

What a troublemaker.

Are these really refugees from the North?

"Catch them, arrest them, and torture them to find out who ordered this." Several officials shouted angrily.

The guards shook their heads dryly.

"That's not our business," they said.

Look at how lazy they are!

These guards are all the sons of the powerful and wealthy in the capital; although their official positions and salaries are not very high, they are all very good at acting like powerful masters.

These people are similar to Zhu Zan. Could they be under Zhu Zan's orders? They are playing dumb here.

"You..." several officials shouted.

"That's enough." Huang Cheng stopped them.

The officers stopped.

"Sir..." one of them said with grievance, "This is really too much."

Huang Cheng has regained his composure.

"Today is a good day and your majesty is in high spirits. Don't let these little things spoil your mood." He said, wiping his face with his sleeves as he walked forward.

The juice on his face had been wiped off long ago, but he kept wiping it, as if he wanted to break the skin.

The trusted ones did not dare to stop him and ordered their carriages to follow Huang Cheng.

After seeing them leave, the other officials looked at each other with strange and complicated expressions.

"I didn't expect Duke Cheng to be such a person." An official whispered.

Another official smiled.

"We were far apart before, and the momentum of the words written in the memorials was not as strong as the face-to-face verbal confrontation." He said, "From now on, it will be lively."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, and some officials looked a little uneasy.

Since it is a fight, we must take sides.

"I wonder who is more powerful." An official looked at Ning Yunzhao and whispered.

"No, you're wrong." Ning Yunzhao said, smiling, "This kind of thing is not about who is the best, but about who does the right thing."

My colleagues around me nodded.

"Lord Ning is right." said a colleague.

"Then Lord Ning, who do you think did the right thing?" another one asked with concern.

Unconsciously, they began to call Ning Yunzhao "Lord Ning" and dropped the nickname.

Ning Yunzhao smiled faintly.

"Of course, whoever Your Majesty thinks is right is right," he replied.

Well, forget that he is a guy who only respects the emperor. Several colleagues shook their heads and laughed helplessly.

"Anyway, let's just look after Lord Ning." Someone chuckled.

The civil and military officials on Yu Street gradually dispersed. Ning Yunzhao and others also mounted their horses and walked out of Yu Street. They saw many people gathered on the street, talking and laughing.

"It looks like the excitement is not over yet," said an official.

The attendant who was leading the horse beside him shook his head when he heard it.

"Sir, there is a new excitement." He said with a beaming face, "Miss Jun is back."

There are many people with the surname Jun in the world, but when Miss Jun is mentioned, there is no need for any extra explanation, and everyone knows who she is talking about.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the officials who heard him raised their eyebrows.

"Miss Jun from Jiulingtang," they said, "Why is she so lively this time?"

"Yes." Another official's attendant hurriedly interrupted and said impatiently, "Ms. Jun was stopped by Lord Lu as soon as she entered the city."

Several officials said "oh" and raised their eyebrows again.

“That was a blast,” they said.

"No, no, that's not the key point." The previous attendant hurriedly interrupted, "The most important thing is that Miss Jun is the wife of the prince of Chengguo."

Several officials exclaimed, their eyes widened.

"This is a great party," they said, calling out to one another, "Let's go somewhere and have some tea while we listen."

Several people immediately walked forward with great interest. After walking a few steps, they turned back and saw that Ning Yunzhao was also following them.

"Lord Ning, are you going too?" a colleague asked in surprise.

Ning Yunzhao smiled and nodded.

"I like to listen to the excitement, too," he said.

It's strange, I haven't noticed it before. He seldom attends gatherings with colleagues. But that may also be because of Ning Yan's matter, and he has to keep a low profile.

"Okay, let's go together." They said with a smile.

Xiao Ding pulled the horse and curled his lips.

What's the point of liking to listen to gossip? I just like to listen to gossip related to Miss Jun. Even if it's a fact I already know, it's interesting to hear others say it again.

But a little while later, when he heard that Miss Jun was returning home with the Duke Chengguo and his wife, he wondered if he could still smile.

Xiao Ding thought secretly, reminding himself to be resistant and not reveal a single word.

Miss Jun, who was being talked about as a hot topic by others, was now standing outside the gate of Duke Cheng's mansion, or to be exact, in front of the wall.

She had been standing here for quite a while, looking up slightly at the wall that bore traces of time, and the dense branches and leaves of the trees.

There were footsteps coming from behind, accompanied by a cough.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhu Zan asked.

Miss Jun turned around and smiled at him.

"Look," she said.

It seemed like she was also standing here looking at the wall last time. Zhu Zan frowned, puzzled.

"Look? You want others to see that you are the wife of the prince of Chengguo." He snorted.

"Do I need to show this to others?" Miss Jun said with a smile, spreading her hands, "Isn't it known to everyone?"

She looked so proud.

Zhu Zan squinted his eyes.

"Sir, such a handsome young man, of course he feels honored to have such a husband." Miss Jun said as she walked towards him.

Bah! Zhu Zan glared and tried to avoid her, but Miss Jun patted his shoulder and walked past him with a smile.

Zhu Zan punched her back twice, then followed with his sleeves swung and his hands behind his back.

The gate of the Duke's Mansion was already wide open, and the servants greeted him respectfully.

Miss Jun stopped again, looked at the plaque and then looked inside.

"I never thought I could enter the Duke's Mansion." She said with some sigh.

Zhu Zan chuckled twice and approached her.

"We are very easy-going in the Duke's Mansion. As guests, you can come and go easily. It won't be difficult to come again." He said, emphasizing the word "guest".

Miss Jun smiled, lifted her skirt and walked up the stairs.