Traveling through ancient times, the empress insisted on having a child with me

When Yongning Earl Zhao Zecheng heard the news that his son was being hunted by bandits, he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead. He hurried over, only to find that not only were people from the Bingmasi there, but even the Yulin Guards had arrived.

When Zhao Zecheng saw this scene, he immediately panicked, thinking that there were really bandits. However, when he squeezed into the crowd, he found that it was the rebellious son who was making trouble again. He thought it was nothing serious and just left, but he found that several clerks from various government offices had already seen him and were even greeting him.

Although the other party was of low status, if he turned around and left under such circumstances, he didn't know what kind of rumors these clerks would spread about him in the future. He could only nod slightly in return.

Just when Zhao Zecheng was wondering whether he should send someone to stop his son from making trouble, two more imperial censors arrived.

Although the Censors of the Censorate are only seventh-rank officials, they have the right to report matters upon rumors. That is to say, as long as they hear a rumor, even if there is no evidence, they can report you during the morning court session.

The Censorate was one of the three judicial departments and was almost entirely controlled by aristocratic factions. Among the one hundred or so censors in Da Sheng, 70% were from aristocratic factions. Therefore, even Zhao Zecheng, who was the Earl of Yongning, could only exchange pleasantries with two censors.

Fortunately, the development of the situation was beyond his expectations. Zhao Youtang, who was always causing trouble, was actually right today. I don’t know who the owner of that shop was, and how dare he blackmail the Yongning Marquis’ Mansion?

"Ten thousand taels of silver, how dare he ask for that?"

Yongning Bo laughed and said to the two censors, "This man even dared to blackmail my Yongning Bo's Mansion. I don't know how many evil things he has done on a daily basis. Although my son is a bit mischievous on a daily basis, he is still not lacking in righteousness."

The two imperial censors also praised him with a smile on their faces.

"Second Master Zhao is a man who hates evil and is helping the people get rid of harm."

"The Earl of Yongning has a good way of educating his children. I admire him!"

In just a few words, the matter had developed to the point where Zhao Youtang asked someone to verify the authenticity of the Ru kiln porcelain vase. Zhao Zecheng was even more confident about this. The housekeeper was very smart and could judge the situation and make a favorable decision without even having to explain.

But when Ling Chuan said that Zhao Youtang and the housekeeper were cheating, Zhao Zecheng frowned. It was obvious that the housekeeper's behavior was beyond his expectations.

Seeing the second young master in a dilemma, the housekeeper came up with another plan: "There are several items listed on the list. If any one of them has a false price, this matter can be resolved."

Zhao Youtang came to his senses and said, "Yes, yes, yes, take a closer look at all the items on the list."

Some people in the crowd booed, and Zhao Youtang was already looking a little embarrassed. The butler felt even more pressured, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

But after seeing the blue and white porcelain tea set and several other broken objects, beads of sweat were already dripping down the butler's forehead.

When the butler was checking, Ling Chuan felt a little uneasy. Although Lu Xi said that her family worked for the emperor, if there were really fakes among those items, it would be difficult for the Yongning Earl's Mansion to deal with them.

So he secretly asked Xiao Taohong: "Are those things okay? What if they really say they are fake?"

However, Xiao Taohong had a confident look on her face: "It's okay, they don't dare to talk nonsense, that is a reward from the palace."

At this time, the butler had already checked all the items. He then wiped his sweat and leaned close to Zhao Youtang's ear: "Second Master, I think you should pay for what happened today."

"What did you say?" Zhao Youtang exclaimed, then lowered his voice and asked, "Did you look carefully?"

"Second Master, those things are really from the palace, especially the blue and white porcelain tea set. It was brought into the palace as a tribute, and there are very few fakes circulating outside. Let alone other things, just this set of tea sets, even if the price is 5,000 taels of silver, there are people scrambling to buy it."

Zhao Youtang remembered that he had used this set of tea sets to drink tea before, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily. You are just a street shop, but you are using tribute from the palace to entertain guests. This is too fucking outrageous.

At this time, Zhao Zecheng, who was watching the excitement outside the door, also looked a little unnatural. Although he didn't hear what the housekeeper said to his son, he knew from the situation that things were not good.

He glanced at the two censors on his left and right, and saw them with their arms folded across their chests, with an ambiguous smile on their faces. Then he saw Zhao Youtang looking at him for help, and Zhao Zecheng realized that his son had hit a wall today.

Something that could make the Yongning Marquis' Mansion fearful was no longer something Zhao Youtang could handle, so he gave a few instructions to his followers, then said hello to the two imperial censors, and left surrounded by several other followers.

Ling Chuan naturally noticed that Zhao Youtang's expression was not right. It seemed that he was sure to win this time. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Zecheng's followers had already pushed through the crowd and walked in.

"Sir, my master invites you. Please do me the honor."

As the attendant spoke, he glanced at Zhao Youtang and then at the mess on the floor of the shop. His meaning was very clear: he came here to resolve the matter.

Seeing the other party's polite attitude, Ling Chuan immediately nodded and agreed. After all, he was just trying to make money, and there was no point in offending the Yongning Marquis' Mansion.

"Xiao Taohong, serve the tea and greet Mr. Zhao. I'll be right back."

Zhao Youtang naturally knew the followers around his father. He knew at a glance that it was his father who was taking action, and the shopkeeper was also very cooperative, so he felt relieved.

When the onlookers saw that there was nothing exciting to watch, they gradually dispersed. The two imperial censors looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and left hand in hand.

The only people left in front of the shop were soldiers from the Bingmasi and Yulinwei.

The chief flag officer of the Imperial Guard issued a military order, and fifty Imperial Guards began to march in formation. Before leaving, the chief flag officer glanced at Song Xianzu and said, "Brother Song, if you don't leave now, when will you leave?"

Song Xianzu finally reacted, bowed to the other party and thanked him, then bowed to Zhao Youtang, and then withdrew with the people from the Bingmasi.

On the other side, Ling Chuan, led by his follower, walked around several times before arriving at an inconspicuous teahouse.

In an elegant seat in the teahouse, Lingchuan saw an old man in his forties or fifties, dressed in luxurious clothes and with a dignified face.

This man looked like a pampered person. His aura was restrained and his expression was slightly smiling, with a hint of inquiry.

"My name is Lingchuan, nice to meet you, sir."

"Oh? You know me?"

Ling Chuan shook his head: "I guessed."

Zhao Zecheng smiled slightly: "Since you are a smart person, then I will not beat around the bush. Today's incident was caused by my son's fault. I apologize for him."

"I wouldn't dare." The other party was so polite, Ling Chuan also became polite: "It's just some misunderstandings. I'm a businessman. The key to doing business is to make money in harmony."

His words dispelled Zhao Zecheng's intention to question his background.

"It seems that Master Ling is a real man. In that case, I will not say anything more. Here is a silver note of 10,000 taels."