Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"No, I'm really not injured."

Lin Chao explained to him what happened yesterday when he killed a horse to save people, and Zhu Lerong finally felt relieved.

"I see. Oh, by the way, I'm almost done with my work here. Miss Meng still has to take the imperial examination, so we need to stay in the capital for a while. We might as well be idle, otherwise I'll take you around the capital in a few days."

As soon as the thought of taking Lin Chao to see the place where she had lived since she was a child came up, the dimples on Zhu Lerong's cheeks appeared again.

He didn't know why, but even though he said he wanted to stay away from Lin Chao, he couldn't help but get closer to Lin Chao with every move. It was like an instinct from his body that he couldn't resist, nor did he want to refuse.

Lin Chao shook her head, her eyes sparkling when she thought of the news Qi Yi had told her.

"No, I have other things to do."

She thought about it carefully last night and decided to take part in the martial arts examination. Today was a good opportunity to find out how to participate in the competition.

Zhu Lerong was somewhat disappointed that her proposal was not accepted, and was also curious about what Lin Chao was referring to as "something else".

He wanted to ask for clarification, but when he remembered that he had not revealed what he was doing to Lin Chao, he shut up.

The two said goodbye at the gate and went in two different directions.

Zhu Lerong looked at Lin Chao's leaving back, still feeling melancholy. Suddenly she remembered the many instructions he had given her yesterday, and her expression froze.

"I'm used to it. Yes, I'm used to it, that's why I couldn't correct it for a while." He comforted himself.

Zhu Lerong, who was stubborn and stubborn, comforted herself, got on the carriage, and headed towards the residence of a Beijing official.

When he arrived at the location, a servant met him at the door and took him directly to the backyard.

When I opened the door, I saw a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties sitting inside. When he saw the person coming, he stood up excitedly.

"Rong Rong?"

Zhu Lerong trotted a few steps and threw herself into the man's arms, with a few tears of grievance in her eyes.

"Uncle."

It turned out that this was Zhu Lerong’s mother’s younger brother, Zhu Hean.

When the disaster happened, Zhu Lerong and her grandmother and grandfather were implicated, but her younger brother, who had been married to someone else for more than ten years, was not implicated.

Unfortunately, at that time, Zhu Lerong's uncle's wife had no say in the court. She was severely reprimanded and demoted for just saying a few words to defend her husband's sister.

Naturally, he was of no help and could only let Zhu Lerong escape alone.

That was then, but things are different now.

My uncle's wife was promoted by the new emperor. She accomplished a lot in the past two years, and her position was promoted a lot, and she now has real power.

Next, the previous emperor, who had been nepotistic, had passed away, so they began to work on redressing their sister's grievances.

Coincidentally, this process collided with Zhu Lerong's investigation, which led to today's reunion of relatives.

The two hugged each other and cried for a while, telling about all the grievances they had suffered at that time.

Zhu Hean stood up, wiped the tears from Zhu Lerong's eyes with a handkerchief, placed him in a seat next to him, and called the servants around him.

"Go, call my wife over."

Not long after, a fair-faced woman pushed the door open. She was wearing a long robe and had a thin figure. She walked slowly and it was obvious that she was an elegant scholar.

"Xiao Rong, you're back."

The woman was obviously overjoyed when she saw Zhu Lerong. She sat next to Zhu An and began to ask him about his well-being.

Knowing that he had been taken in by a kind person and had not suffered much in the past two years, the woman looked relaxed.

"As long as everything is fine. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to do anything. I knew you escaped but I didn't know where you went."

"You are a man and have never suffered from hardship since childhood. Your uncle and I can't help but worry."

The three of them talked for a while before getting down to business.

"After His Majesty ascended the throne and issued a general amnesty, I sent people to inquire about my sister and brother-in-law's current situation. They have suffered a lot, but at least they are still alive, so everything is fine."

"Yes, it is."

Even though she had received a letter yesterday saying that her mother and father were still alive, now that she had confirmation from someone she trusted, Zhu Lerong finally felt at ease.

"The new emperor has a bad relationship with the previous emperor. We have collected a lot of evidence now. When the opportunity comes, we will present it to His Majesty. We will definitely be able to overturn the verdict and let my sister return to the capital. Then your family can be reunited."

Zhu He An took over the conversation with anticipation in his eyes.

Zhu Lerong quickly took out the evidence he had found from his sleeve and handed it to the woman, saying:

"Here is some evidence that Prince Rou maliciously distorted the facts to frame the officials in Beijing. If you hand it over, it should be faster."

Princess Rou was the late emperor's favorite daughter. She had the same temperament as the late emperor and was very arrogant. She did not take the current Majesty seriously at all.

Before the late emperor passed away, he almost wanted to pass the throne to Prince Rou.

Therefore, the current His Majesty regards Queen Rou as a thorn in his side, but due to lack of a suitable opportunity, she has been allowed to live until now.

However, even if Your Majesty allowed Queen Rou to live, he never concealed his dislike for her, as can be seen from her title.

Gentleness has always been the requirement for men in this dynasty, and using it as a title for an imperial daughter is a blatant humiliation.

Your Majesty wishes to trample Princess Rou under his feet so that she cannot stand up, but he has never had the opportunity.

If the evidence of Zhu Lerong's evil deeds is handed over, not to mention overturning the verdict, it would not be a problem for His Majesty to restore Zhu Lerong's mother's original official position.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Zhu Hean looked at the thick stack of papers and his eyes became moist again. He pulled Zhu Lerong's hand and patted it.

"Don't worry, your aunt will take care of the rest. You have lost a lot of weight after running around for your sister and brother-in-law for so many days. You should have a good rest."

"Ah."

Zhu Lerong nodded. He was the only brother who believed in his mother.

Turning over those dark past events, Zhu Hean remembered something. He pulled Zhu Lerong up, looked her up from head to toe, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for two years. You have become more and more handsome. If I remember correctly, you are eighteen now. It's time for you to choose a wife."

"Rongrong, tell me what kind of woman you like, and I'll arrange a date for you."

"I remember now," Zhu Hean clapped his left fist on the open palm of his right hand and said with a smile:

"I remember Rongrong said when she was six years old that she liked a woman like your aunt. She should be good-looking, elegant and gentle, and she should also be a scholar, right?"

"I remember there was a candidate in the imperial examination this year who was quite good, good-looking, and had some talent. He made a splash at poetry gatherings a few times. I think his name was Meng Ziye."

"Don't worry, I will find a chance for you to meet each other. When sister and brother-in-law come back, you will have a new person, and the whole family will be reunited and happy. How wonderful it is."

"No, it's not."

Zhu Lerong interrupted Zhu Hean hastily, "Uncle, I don't like elegant scholars anymore."

He quickly explained to his two elders his relationship with Meng Ziye and his impression of her.

Since Rongrong had no feelings for her, Zhu Hean had to give up this option.

But what does it mean to not like it anymore?

Zhu He An asked: "You don't like scholars anymore? Then what kind of women do you like now?"

A person's shadow suddenly popped up in Zhu Lerong's mind.