Chapter 89
Prime Minister Wei immediately understood what the housekeeper meant. He could not resort to force, and he could not ask the emperor to send people out to arrest people. This matter was no longer about food.
After a while, the servants brought the four treasures of the study. Prime Minister Wei reported the situation here truthfully and wrote down the interests involved.
Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion was hungry and stagnant, waiting for the emperor to send someone.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the Prime Minister's Mansion's affairs seemed to have grown wings and flew all over the streets and alleys of the capital.
This also included the people in the fiefdom of King Yannan living a prosperous life and King Yannan helping refugees.
In the palace, there were sounds of stringed instruments, singing and dancing, and the fragrance of wine. The emperor Song Rui was hugging a beauty and looking at her intoxicated.
"Your Majesty, something bad has happened!"
After listening to the narration of the messenger, the eunuch An Gonggong, he did not care about being punished by the emperor, and knelt at the door of the palace with the letter in his hands.
"Your Majesty, don't listen to his nonsense. What's the big deal? It's nothing more than another excuse from the Queen to call the Emperor away from me." The delicate beauty started to act coquettishly, and the Emperor couldn't help himself.
He opened his mouth and drank the wine that the beauty brought to his mouth. The Emperor hugged the beauty's slender waist and waved to the door of the palace, "Come in."
Instantly, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dancers retreated to one side waiting for instructions.
Eunuch An hurriedly stepped forward and handed over the letter. The Emperor read ten lines at a glance.
"Prime Minister Wei is getting more and more confused. He panicked like this over a trivial matter."
The Emperor waved his hand, "Come here, notify the people in the Ministry of Revenue to deal with it."
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When Jiang Shuyue rushed to the outside of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she saw Jiang Zhengming leading officials to deal with the refugees.
There were yamen runners pushing grain carts to distribute at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
After receiving the grain, the refugees walked towards the city gate.
The scholars gathered in groups of three or five to discuss something. From a distance, some shook their heads and sighed, while others looked at them with contempt.
"Miss, where are Master Nangong and the young master?"
The number of people watching gradually decreased. Qiuju looked around, but could not see Nangong Zeyue.
"Don't look for him anymore. He must have taken Suisui to play somewhere."
Jiang Shuyue was right.
On a street not far from here, on the second floor of a teahouse, two people were eating watermelon and tasting cakes while listening to the storyteller in the hall telling a wonderful story.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the story was adapted from the disturbance of refugees entering the city.
There were bursts of laughter and cheers from the first floor.
"Uncle Nangong, is the King of Yannan mentioned by the storyteller the father of the person I know?" Suisui was very smart. He did not call him grandfather directly.
"It's him. He is really an amazing person. You have to be like him in the future. Only when you have great love in your heart can you be respected."
"Ahem, how did we meet? Outside..." Nangong Zeyue blinked his left eye and teased Suisui.
Suisui put down the melon peel in his hand and looked at the door of the private room. "There is no one else here, so I won't bother you."
Nangong Zeyue: "..."
"Hey! No trouble, no trouble, who are we?"
Suisui's eyes flashed with cunning light, and he looked at Nangong Zeyue with a smile, his short legs shaking.
He said in a baby voice: "I mean if others misunderstand, I will default. I didn't say I would call you dad. Uncle Nangong, don't make a mistake."
Hum! You want to trick the baby into calling you dad, that won't work. Daddy will be sad if he knows.
Seeing that there were no worse consequences, Jiang Shuyue said to Gao Mu and Qiu Ju, "Let's go back too."
"Miss, I just heard from others that the refugees took away a lot of rice from the Prime Minister's Mansion."
"It's a blessing that no one died. I didn't expect them to be so bold."
It is said that when people are driven to the brink of despair, the devil in their hearts will break through the shackles.
Jiang Shuyue didn't think so. Everyone has a bottom line, but some people have a high bottom line and some people have a low bottom line.
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Shuyue raised her eyes and saw Jiang Zhengming walking towards her.
Five years have passed, and Jiang Zhengming, who has been pampered, has not changed much.
"Why don't you go home? Your mother and sister are looking for you everywhere."
Jiang Shuyue and Qiuju looked at each other, and then looked at Jiang Zhengming expressionlessly, "Are you joking, Lord Jiang? I have always lived in my own home. Which home do you want me to go back to?"
"Not to mention my mother. My mother has been dead for several years. My mother's spirit tablet is still in your Shangshu Mansion. Shouldn't you return it to me?"
Jiang Shuyue had always been thinking about going to Shangshu Mansion to get her mother's spirit tablet back. When she met Jiang Zhengming at this time, she just brought it up.
"You..."
Jiang Zhengming was speechless when asked. How could this be different from what he thought and what Yang said? This evil girl had no intention of returning to Shangshu Mansion.
"Your home? Are you married?"
When Jiang Zhengming asked this question, his heart was in his throat.
He stared at Jiang Shuyue intently, hoping that she would shake her head.
Jiang Shuyue said calmly, "From the moment I was kicked out of the Shangshu Mansion, I have nothing to do with you. Whether I get married or not is not your business, Lord Jiang."
Jiang Zhengming thought about the marriage he had agreed to, and he suppressed his anger.
His voice softened a bit, "Yue'er, five years have passed. Dad was very angry at the time, and it was inevitable that he acted too hastily. Can you go home with Dad?"
"Lord Jiang, you are so forgetful. My name, Jiang Shuyue, is not on the Jiang family tree. We have no relationship."
"Yes! Our young lady doesn't want to go back to your home!" Qiuju added bluntly.
"Yue'er, how can you say that we have no relationship? You are a woman wandering outside. When you get married in the future, you will not have your family to support you." Jiang Zhengming said earnestly, and beads of sweat began to ooze out of his forehead.
"It's been five years, and I'm living a good life. You should go and support Jiang Jiaojiao."
Jiang Shuyue said and took a step back, "It's settled. I will go to your house to take away my mother's spirit tablet another day."
Jiang Shuyue is not the original owner. Jiang Zhengming is a stranger to her. She doesn't want to say a word to him.
Gao Mu saw Jiang Shuyue turn around and bowed quickly, "Miss, please get in the car."
Jiang Zhengming then noticed that there was a tall man standing behind her, with a sword on his waist.
There was a luxurious carriage parked behind the man.
Did she get married?
And married into a noble family?
Seeing Jiang Shuyue still wearing her hair in a bun, Jiang Zhengming felt relieved.
He had driven her out of the house and said so many cruel words to her, so it was normal for her to deny him.
When she returned to the house to get the Su family's spirit tablet, he would persuade her with reason and emotion.
He would tell her about her marriage with the Wu family, and he believed that his daughter would be willing to return to the Shangshu Mansion.
When Jiang Shuyue returned to the house, the maids and servants gathered in the front hall to discuss the rumors in the capital.
Jiang Shuyue had just changed her clothes when she returned to the courtyard, and she heard Lan'er report outside the door, "Miss, someone is looking for you outside."