Jiang Ling wasn't annoyed. She continued patiently, "Yaojie, you're still young and there are many things you don't understand. Let me put it another way. If it were Lord Zhao instead of Magistrate Duan in court today, what would the consequences be?"
"This..." Jiang Yaojie was speechless for a moment. He scratched his head and fell into deep thought. He really hadn't considered the question his mother had raised!
After a long while, Jiang Yaojie blushed and said to Jiang Ling with shame, "Mother, I'm sorry, I made you worry!"
Jiang Ling smiled knowingly and patted Jiang Yaojie's head to comfort him, "Silly son, it's a good thing you've grown up, but remember not to act so rashly in the future. I know you have some clever ideas, but you need to mature and keep a low profile!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yaojie realized that Jiang Ling didn't blame him, and immediately smiled.
“Yaojie, I know you’re someone who wants to do great things, but people who do great things are rarely impulsive. Let’s just let today’s matter go. I hope you remember this lesson!” Jiang Ling continued.
Jiang Yaojie nodded, taking note of Jiang Ling's advice.
The two returned to Uncle Lu's oxcart. The previous mess had vanished without a trace, as if nothing had happened. However, Uncle Lu was still pale and trembling as he squatted by the roadside smoking.
"Uncle Lu!" Jiang Yaojie tiptoed up behind Uncle Lu and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Cough...cough..." Uncle Lu was startled, and even his pipe made him cough incessantly!
"You little...you little bastard, you scared the hell out of me!" Uncle Lu said, tapping his pipe.
"Madam Jiang, our lord would like to invite you over. He says he has something to discuss!" Jiang Ling was about to speak when a yamen runner in official robes walked up to her and whispered.
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