"You don't know that the name of Cheng Dugong cannot be mentioned lightly, otherwise it will lead to death." Chen Wan said in a very low voice, "He is in charge of the Imperial Household Department and is the one who writes the imperial pen. Even Prime Minister Shen, who is in the limelight in the court, has to curry favor with him."
Yang Jiyan smiled slightly, "That Cheng Dugong is so powerful. If I could get in touch with him, wouldn't my career be very successful?"
Chen Wan disagreed with her words, and a look of disdain appeared on her face. "Who would want to cling to a eunuch who abuses his power like that? The emperor worships Taoism and fasts for sacrifices because he believes in the slander of a villain like him."
Seeing that Chen Wan seemed to be very disgusted with Cheng Ying, Yang Jiyan smiled faintly and did not respond.
What are treacherous villains? She has seen through all these things in her life again. No matter whether it is to curry favor with treacherous villains or to flatter and abuse power, as long as one has power, no one will dare to look down on you. They will only be angry but not speak out. Even if they talk about you behind your back, they will be extremely careful, just like Shen Wan mentioned that Cheng Dugong now.
She didn't care whether Yu Qizhe was a traitor or a loyal minister. As long as he could become a high-ranking official with enormous power in the future, that would be enough.
"What happens in the court has nothing to do with us women. Tomorrow I will take you to Xinglou to meet Miss Miwu and ask her if she knows where Master Yu lives." Chen Wan changed the subject when she saw a maid coming over.
Yang Jiyan lowered her head and smiled, then nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Sister Wan."
The maid Chunhong approached, knelt down and saluted, "Miss, Miss Shen Er, Madam asked me to call you to the front hall for dinner."
Chen Wan helped Yang Jiyan get off the swing. Yang Jiyan glanced at Chunhong and said to her, "Go to the post station more often in the next two days to see if there is any letter from your sister Daibi."
Chunhong responded respectfully, "Yes."
Yang Jiyan turned around and explained to Chen Wan, "Before coming to the capital, her elder sister Debi said that she wanted to go home to see her parents. Now that she has come to the capital, she doesn't know when she will return to Qingzhou, so I let her go home to see her parents."
Chen Wan glanced at Chunhong and said softly, "If you treat the maids well, they will work harder." After a pause, she continued, "But being too kind is not good either. Some servants who are used to secretly obeying their masters will deceive their masters and hide things from them when they see that their masters are kind."
Yang Jiyan smiled and said, "Sister Wan is right. My family is simple, unlike other families. My father only has my mother. I still have a lot to learn about the affairs of the harem."
"Uncle Yang and Auntie are so in love, it's really enviable." Chen Wan couldn't help but think of her cousin Xueyan, who had divorced Sun Songwen but was always unhappy. She was also at the age to get married, and she wondered what kind of man she would marry in the future.
Yudai Hutong
Liang Wushuang entered the study room nervously. The man whom he had not seen for many days was wearing a black brocade robe and sitting on a carved mahogany chair beside the table. The half-closed windows cast shadows in the room, and the man's strange and evil face was half covered by the shadows.
Liang Wushuang stood carefully in the room and said softly, "You are here."
The man raised his face. Liang Wushuang didn't dare to look directly into his sinister and treacherous eyes. He lowered his fair neck and asked, "Would you like me to serve you with your writing?"
Not getting a response, Liang Wushuang couldn't help but clench his hands hidden in his sleeves. The man's aura was so strong that every time Liang Wushuang stood in front of the man, she felt very small and cowardly.
She walked forward with her head held high, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the ink stick on the table, and wanted to help the man grind the ink.
A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist with great force. Liang Wushuang's fingers trembled and the ink stick fell on the table. Liang Wushuang raised her head and her eyes were unexpectedly met with the man's high-tailed, deep and bottomless eyes.
Even though she had followed Cheng Ying, she still couldn't help being stunned when she looked at the man's cold, gloomy, yet enchantingly beautiful face from such a close distance, as if looking at him any longer would be an offense.
Liang Wushuang lowered his head in panic, "Superintendent..."
Cheng Ying raised her long eyebrows and raised her smooth chin, "Who is Lu Jin to you?"
Liang Wushuang's heart instantly rose up, and he said in panic, "What is the governor talking about? I... I don't understand."
A sneer appeared on Cheng Ying's face. He loosened his hand that was pinching Liang Wushuang's wrist, opened the bundle on the table, revealing the scattered calligraphy and paintings inside.
Liang Wushuang didn't even have time to look at her wrist which was pinched and had red marks. After seeing those calligraphy and paintings, her face turned pale with fright. She took these calligraphy and paintings from the study and asked Miss Miwu to send them to the pawnshop. How could they be here with Cheng Dugong?
Liang Wushuang didn't have time to think about it. His knees softened and he knelt on the ground. "Supervisor..."
Cheng Ying stood up from the chair, leaned forward slightly, raised her hand to pinch Liang Wushuang's chin, forced her to raise her face, and said in a feminine tone, "He is just a small captain of the Jinyiwei. I heard that he was imprisoned in the Dali Temple a few days ago. Are you trying to save him by exchanging these calligraphy and paintings in the study for money?"
Leng Bai's hand stroked Liang Wushuang's cheek, as cold as a long snake crawling across it. Where the finger touched, all the tiny hairs stood up. Liang Wushuang felt cold all over, but he dared not move.
Cheng Ying stared at her familiar face, the coldness in her eyes lessened a little, and her fingers caressed her eyebrows lovingly. She had a delicate face but hid another man in her heart. She was really naughty.
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