Chapter 954 Do You Have Any Plans

In the eldest room, Mingteng finally remembered what he had overlooked and hurriedly took his umbrella to go out.

Boss Zhou frowned, "It's raining heavily, why don't you just stay here and do what?"

Ming Teng was anxious, "Dad, I want to send a letter to the Ran family."

Boss Zhou didn't understand, so Ming Teng could only patiently explain Ran Xun's situation in the academy. Boss Zhou said, "It's indeed time to inform the Ran family."

Ming Teng took the umbrella and ran away. Li was speechless, "You two are stupid. With a servant, Ming Teng doesn't have to run errands himself."

Boss Zhou, "I'm not stupid. Instead of letting Ming Teng wait for news, it's better for Ming Teng to go in person, so that Ming Teng won't be upset and I won't be happy."

He didn't want to hear his son asking again and again whether the message had been delivered.

Li sighed. Among the several sons in the family, Mingyun was the least worrying. Her expression suddenly changed and she pulled her eldest son's arm, "When you go out in the future, you must bring the servant with you more often. Never leave the servant's sight."

Chang Lian is a target, and so is Mingyun. Her sons are her pride. Every time she is invited, someone will praise Mingyun. Everyone in the capital knows that the eldest grandson of the Zhou family is outstanding. It is too late to hide her shortcomings now.

Zhou Laoda was also frightened, "Yes, Dad will pick you up from school in the future."

Mingyun was speechless, "Dad, you don't know how to fight, and I'm already old enough, having a servant is enough."

Boss Zhou coughed and said, "Then let's get a few more servants to pick you up."

Mingyun knew that his parents were worried, so he nodded in agreement. He really didn't think that his parents would do anything to him because his third uncle was the one who supported him. He was not even a scholar, so there was no need to go around his third uncle to target him, and above him there was also his fourth uncle, who was a scholar.

At the Ministry of Revenue, as soon as Zhou Shuren entered the room, he was immediately concerned by Qiu Yan, who asked, "I don't have much information. Is your son injured?"

Zhou Shuren sat down and said, "Changlian and Rongchuan were not injured."

Qiu Yan, "It's good that you are not injured. It's a blessing to be safe."

Zhou Shuren looked at Qiu Yan's furrowed brows and knew in his heart that Qiu Yan was not only concerned, but also worried about the situation in the capital. The Zhou family was in the middle of a whirlpool, and he had no way to comfort Qiu Yan.

In fact, he and Qiu Yan got along really well, especially in the past six months. Even though they were on the same level, Qiu Yan was more assisting him. Thinking of this, he said, "The Ministry of Revenue is stable."

After hearing this, Qiu Yan smiled. He did not have Zhou Shuren's ability, and Lord Xiao had talked to him several times, and he understood what he meant. His chances of promotion were slim, so he naturally wanted to stay in the Ministry of Revenue rather than be transferred elsewhere. He had no objection to assisting Zhou Shuren.

He noticed some of Zhou Shuren's small changes to the Ministry of Revenue. He hoped that Zhou Shuren would be well, and he hoped that the Ministry of Revenue would not be caught up in the vortex, so Zhou Shuren's words made him feel at ease.

Because Zhou Shuren was very calm, he would tell others about the situation when someone cared about him. Everyone in the Ministry of Revenue knew that there was no accurate information that Chang Lian was injured, and no one continued to spread exaggerated rumors for a while.

The eyes of the capital ignored Chang Lian and were all focused on Ninghou Mansion because Rongchuan had never left the palace.

Inside the palace, Rong Chuan was sorting out his papers. He wanted to go home and didn't want to stay in the palace. He mentioned it, but the emperor wouldn't let him go and kept asking about his well-being. He was panicked. Now he was asked to sort out his papers even more. Compared with his current fear, yesterday's assassination attempt was only temporary and the fear would pass. Besides, he was his father's only child and was surrounded by many experts. As long as he didn't commit suicide and get rid of his guards, his safety would be guaranteed.

Seeing that Rongchuan was distracted, the prince took the folder and patted the back of Rongchuan's hand. When he saw Rongchuan come back to his senses, he continued to look at the folder.

Rongchuan was particularly conflicted. Today the Emperor had been very concerned about him, and the Crown Prince was also very caring towards him. Both of them spoke very softly, as if a louder tone would scare him. He was not a girl. No, the point was, what happened between the Emperor and the Crown Prince?

The emperor looked down at his hands, turning them over and then back again. The palms and backs of his hands were all flesh. Now he didn't know who Rongchuan was. If he knew, he would think back to when he attacked Zhang Jinghong before. At that time, he didn't know that Zhang Jinghong was a fake.

The emperor closed his eyes and seemed to see blood. Anger and sorrow were intertwined together. The fire in his heart was burning fiercely. He couldn't help but think that if he couldn't control himself, the dream would become reality, blood would flow like a river, and there would be his son's blood, and the blood would sacrifice to the imperial power.

The emperor opened his eyes and looked at his little son who knew nothing and had not yet touched the imperial power. The anger in his heart subsided a lot and he waved his hand to signal his little son to come over.

Rong Chuan put down the folder in his hand and walked over, "Your Majesty."

The emperor felt guilty, and this guilt expanded infinitely when he looked at his son's clear eyes. He couldn't explain to his son, so he restrained his emotions and asked, "Next year will be your three-year assessment in the Hanlin Academy. Do you have any plans?"

Rong Chuan's eyes lit up. He had a plan, but his father didn't agree. Now was his chance. "I want to be sent out of the capital."

The emperor choked, "...How could anyone even think of leaving the capital? Everyone wants to be an official in the capital."

Rong Chuan was thinking about his third brother and he had to improve his impression of him so that he could be assigned to a good place in the future. "Third brother said that if you want to be a good official, you have to get close to people's livelihood. Only by being assigned to a place can you learn more."

The emperor was silent. Zhou Shuren taught all the children well, but he was also assassinated this time. "Besides leaving the capital, what other plans do you have?"

Rong Chuan heard that the emperor did not support him leaving the capital, and fortunately he spoke for his third brother, feeling a little disappointed, "My plan is to have a wife, children and a warm bed. The words may be a little crude, but the meaning is straightforward. This is what I think in my heart."

emperor,"......."

He now realized how much his youngest son wanted to get married. No, he wanted to get married so much. Facing his youngest son's straightforward thoughts, he felt much better.

At noon at Zhou's house, Zhulan and her daughters had lunch together. Zhulan had taken a nap in the morning and felt much better. Because Rongchuan did not leave the palace, Xuehan stayed in the main courtyard.

The Yang Zhumu brothers went to Wuchun's house because they would live there until winter and needed to buy a lot of things for the house.

Zhulan sent housekeeper Wang to help, and also sent a few servants to be in charge of cleaning, cooking and so on.

The people from the Yang family who came to Beijing were all servants, and there was not even a maid to do the chores.

The Zhou family, except for a few little ones who don't understand what it means to be assassinated, is quite depressing today.

The food was very light. Zhulan looked at the lady counting the rice grains. "The Marquis said that Rongchuan would send a letter when he left the palace. According to Rongchuan's personality, he would definitely come in person."

Xue Han was no longer shy this time, and was a little worried, "Mom, will Rong Chuan be in danger if he doesn't stay in the Marquis' Mansion?"

Zhulan tapped the lady's forehead, "I think you're just thinking too much. If Rongchuan got into trouble, there must be a lot of people following him. Besides, the emperor is furious and is searching everywhere in the capital. He won't take action against Rongchuan."

Xue Han knew it in her heart, but she couldn't help worrying. She thought about a lot of things. If Rong Chuan really got into trouble, she wanted to be with the ancient Buddha Qingdeng for the rest of her life. "Mom."

Zhulan, "Hmm? What do you want to say?"