Wang, on the other hand, kept turning back to look in that direction.
Yang Zhen still had someone inform Yan Ge'er of Yan Ge'er's news.
He couldn't interfere in that family's affairs, but he wanted to offer his blessings.
He bought lamps and jewelry for Wang, spending all the salary he had saved over the past few months.
Wang's mood finally improved a bit, and she said reproachfully, "This is too much. We still have to make ends meet."
"It's alright, there's still my mother's dowry," Yang Zhen reassured gently, though his heart tightened slightly.
The dowry left by my mother was originally going to be a loss.
It was through her stepmother's connection with Su Wanwan that they started making money, and now that the business has expanded, it has become the family's number one source of income.
In comparison, his salary at the Hanlin Academy was negligible.
Ms. Wang's feelings were somewhat complicated.
As a husband, he has done a very good job; he has no concubines or maids and has given her enough respect.
She is already living better than many women.
My younger sister also got married. She was a scholar who passed the imperial examinations. She just gave birth to a daughter, and now she already has two concubines in her household.
What more could one ask for?
"It's late, let's go back."
The family of three was about to leave the street to find a carriage to return home when they heard a commotion breaking out in the street.
There was even the sound of gunfire.
All streets were quickly placed under martial law.
The crowd panicked, pushing and shoving each other, and stampedes occurred in some places.
Two shops were on fire, and screams echoed through the air.
Yang Zhen helped Wang Shi and Geng Ge'er break through the crowd and finally get into the carriage.
Just as he was about to order the carriage to leave, his pupils suddenly contracted as he looked towards the crowded area.
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