Zhao Mingzhu choked up and said, "I don't want to go back to the Marquis' Mansion. Can you come with me to Prince Yu's Mansion?"
Zhao Lin sneered, "Prince Yu's Mansion? That's where the royal family lives. How can a ruffian like me be qualified to go there? Princess Yu, please don't bother."
Zhao Mingzhu had nothing to say.
At first, Zhao Lin couldn't eat or sleep well in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, so he wanted to go to the Prince Yu Mansion to find Zhao Mingzhu, even if it was just for a meal. However, Zhao Mingzhu thought that Zhao Lin was a vulgar and gangster, and that he would be embarrassing her if he went there, so she asked the doorman to drive him away.
After being kicked out several times, Zhao Lin never went there again.
Zhao Mingzhu said, "If you don't want to go to my house, can I arrange a place for you somewhere else?"
Zhao Lin sneered, "You think my place is bad? Even if it's not good, I still have food and drink, and I can sleep comfortably. It's much better than the place where the servants live in the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, right?"
Zhao Mingzhu said helplessly: "Don't blame mother, she is doing this for your own good, she doesn't miss you..."
"Zhao Mingzhu!"
Zhao Lin suddenly snapped, "You're a mother too. Would you do this to your child? Are you really not afraid of retribution for saying such things?"
Zhao Mingzhu had nothing to say.
What can she say?
She came to persuade Zhao Lin to go back. Was it really for Zhao Lin or for Zhao Chenhan?
Maybe it was for Zhao Lin, or maybe it was both.
"Nothing to say? If you have nothing to say, then go ahead. I won't see you off."
Zhao Lin picked up the book and continued reading.
Zhao Mingzhu stood there for a while, and finally left while being ignored by Zhao Lin.
"Miss, Young Master Lin is going too far. This has nothing to do with you. How could he treat you like this?" Yu'er said indignantly.
"It matters a lot," Zhao Mingzhu sighed. "I'm the eldest sister, and it's my responsibility to take care of my younger siblings. Besides, I promised him before... Never mind."
Zhao Mingzhu leaned against the cushions, holding the newly published Jin Ping Mei. "You said this was written by Zhao Lin?"
Yu'er said, "I heard it was, but the Marquis and the others said it wasn't, and guessed he was just running errands for the real author."
After a pause, Yu'er continued, "Madam Hou sent a message to the government, asking them to ban the book. Miss Fu came to apologize to Master Lin, so we were able to follow her here."
Yu'er suddenly realized: "If it was really written by Young Master Lin, then Young Master Lin is a genius, no worse than Young Master Han."
"Did he write it?"
Zhao Mingzhu stroked the book and muttered to herself.
She suddenly realized that she knew very little about Zhao Lin.
"Turn around and go to the Zhenbei Marquis' Mansion. Oh, and find out why he's making the medicine."
…
Zhao Lin didn't know Zhao Mingzhu's psychological process, and he wouldn't care even if he knew.
He is planning to write another book.
The ban on Jin Ping Mei by the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion is definitely not the end of the matter. There must be a follow-up plan. Zhao Lin must hurry to make money.
"What to write about? Abin? Bai Jie? Ugh! We can't let them find fault with us again. Let's just write about Journey to the West..."
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