Chapter 227.2: Punishment
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The elderly woman was holding a jar of candied fruits while eating with gusto.
Old Chief speechlessly sat opposite her, just watching her eat all afternoon.
Could someone really eat like this?
How many years had she been starving, seriously?
“Grandaunt!” Little Jing Kong suddenly came running!
The elderly woman shoved the candied fruit jar into Old Chief's arms at lightning speed.
Old Chief looked at the jar that suddenly appeared in his arms, "..."
You kept me here all afternoon for this moment?
Old Chief didn't want to take this black pot, so he immediately returned the jar to the elderly woman.
As soon as Little Jing Kong entered the room, he saw Old Chief holding out the candied fruit jar in front of the elderly woman, while the elderly woman embraced herself with both hands with a firm refusal on her face!
The elderly woman harrumphed, "I told you I won’t eat it. Your threatening and luring is useless!"
Old Chief：“…”
So half a jar of candied fruits was eaten by a ghost?
Can you have a bit of face and consciousness of the demon empress, please?
Old Chief let out a sigh.
It was no wonder that Ah Heng took in this demon empress with peace of mind. With this demon empress’s present appearance, she really didn't pose any threat.
The only miserable one here was him.
Day by day, his fate was either to be robbed of his money or to take the blame for others. What truly miserable later years he had!
After saying goodbye to Gu Jiao, An Junwang headed to the medical hall and ordered a batch of jinchuang medicine from Miraculous Hands Hall.
He made her angry today, so he would patronize her business to coax her.
After that, An Junwang boarded his carriage back to the residence.
Grand Preceptor Zhuang had been waiting in the reception pavilion.
Because of the Empress Dowager, Grand Preceptor Zhuang had a lot of worries in mind, and he seemed to have aged a lot.
"Grandfather." An Junwang entered the room and gave a proper salute.
Grand Preceptor Zhuang cast a look at him below and asked calmly, "Why did you come back so late? Have you been tracking him all day?"
An Junwang lowered his eyes, "It’s nothing, I just bought something on my way home."
Grand Preceptor Zhuang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened his mouth, "Is there anything unusual about his whereabouts?"
An Junwang reported back, "He went to the repaired hanging bridge and inspected it. He should be looking at the quality of the hanging bridge this time."
Marquis Gu was in charge of repairing the hanging bridge, but it was said that Marquis Gu was recently beaten by Old Marquis to a pulp, so it made sense that Old Marquis would go inspect the hanging bridge for him.
However, Old Marquis was by no means a simple general. He was a brave and resourceful old man who would calculate ten steps ahead every step he took.
Grand Preceptor Zhuang suspected that Old Marquis beat up his son on purpose, so that he could look around on the grounds of acting on behalf of his son.
After all, there were too many things to be done in the Ministry of Works, covering every corner of the capital, and no one would feel strange if Old Marquis were to appear anywhere.
Of course, that was other people, not Grand Preceptor Zhuang.
Grand Preceptor Zhuang frowned suspiciously, "He went there just to inspect the hanging bridge? He didn’t do anything else? For example, meet someone? Did he seem to have met someone by accident or something?"
He did run into Imperial Concubine Dowager Jing... and Gu Jiao.
An Junwang's hands buried under his wide sleeves grabbed the hem of his clothes imperceptibly. He replied, "He walked around the temple and didn't meet anyone."
Grand Preceptor Zhuang stroked his beard and mused, "That's strange. Maybe inspecting the hanging bridge was really his only purpose in going there?"
An Junwang’s eyes drooped again.
He remained quiet and didn't answer.
For the first time in his life, he lied to his grandfather.
An Junwang had always been quick-witted. When he was eight years old, he was sent to the State of Chen as a hostage prince without uttering a single complaint, and in recent years, he had continued to work hard for his family. At this moment, Grand Preceptor Zhuang didn't suspect in the least that he was lying.
Grand Preceptor Zhuang waved his hand, "You may withdraw. Old Marquis Gu is a very alert individual. I’m afraid he’s already found out that you had been tailing him today. There’s no need for you to go next time. I'll find someone else to do it."
"Yes."
An Junwang cupped his hands and then walked out of the reception pavilion.
"Big brother!"
Zhuang Yuexi suddenly came out from behind the big tree when he passed by the festoon gate.
An Junwang looked at her, then looked back at the reception pavilion and asked, "Why are you here?"
Zhuang Yuexi looked back at him with her pair of beautiful eyes, "I'm waiting for big brother."
"I'm tired. I'll go back to my courtyard first." An Junwang said, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally, and then walked past Zhuang Yuexi.
Zhuang Yuexi's gaze chased him and she stepped forward, "Why didn't big brother tell grandfather the truth?"
An Junwang’s steps halted and he looked back at her warily.
Zhuang Yuexi felt wronged and puzzled, "Big brother clearly saw Old Marquis and..."
"Shut your mouth!" An Junwang’s tone towards Zhuang Yuexi was more than stern.
Zhuang Yuexi was startled.
An Junwang was a handsome gentleman with a temperament as warm as a jade, and he had an innate tenderness and good upbringing in his bones.
He seldom spoke so harshly.
"You followed me?" His eyes were extremely cold.
Such An Junwang was undoubtedly a stranger to her, but in fact, this was the real him—— the person who survived the numerous crafty plots and machinations in the State of Chen.
"I didn't." Zhuang Yuexi was frightened by such an An Junwang and hurriedly shook her head. "There’s no class at the women's academy today, and Mengdie asked me to go burn some incense together. Ask her if you don't believe me."
"She saw it too?"
"She didn't."
Zhuang Mengdie, that idiot, only cared about worshiping Buddha and eating vegetarian food.
"If you want to tell grandfather, go ahead." An Junwang finished speaking wearily and left without looking back.
Zhuang Yuexi felt her heart break.
She wouldn’t tell grandfather.
How could she let their grandfather punish her big brother?
She just didn’t understand why her big brother hid the truth. Was he afraid of causing trouble to that woman?
It was her. She changed her big brother.
Her big brother began to lie to their grandfather, began to yell at her, and began to look different from the big brother she knew.
It was all that woman's fault!
Zhuang Yuexi's fingers tightened into a fist little by little.
……
In the end, Old Marquis was punished by the Emperor.
The Emperor’s punishment was quite heavy. Even though Old Marquis hurt him unintentionally, he almost hit the little miracle physician on purpose.
Because the Emperor was able to feel the pain of his lash, he could vividly imagine what it would be like if he hit the little miracle physician.
Marquis Xuanping also couldn’t escape the punishment.
Old Marquis and Marquis Xuanping were both military officials. Whipping them was the same as tickling them, so the Emperor punished them by copying military books instead.
Punishing military officials to copy books was tantamount to punishing civil officials to be beaten by planks, which simply made people feel terrible.
Old Marquis was kneeling in the side hall of the imperial audience hall, looking at a table of military books and writing brushes, and he felt as though his head would explode!
Marquis Xuanping dryly threw the writing brush on the table.
Copy what bullshit!
Let’s go find my son!
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