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Lan Cheng'an naturally didn't feel happy. He was packing up his things and preparing to run away.

At this time in the Lan Garden, Lan Cheng'an was packing his belongings with sweat all over his forehead, and a group of beautiful ladies were kneeling at his feet, crying.

"My Lord, where are you going? You can't abandon us."

"Yes, sir, you promised to take care of us."

Lan Chengfa stopped what he was doing and looked at the begging woman with cold eyes.

"I can't take care of myself right now, how can I care about you! Get out of here!"

"My Lord, you can't, you can't!"

"Step aside!"

Lan Cheng'an kicked the woman who was grabbing his robe away and walked quickly to the backyard.

He pulled a horse from the stable, jumped into the stirrup, gritted his teeth, mounted the horse, and galloped out of the mansion.

"Gee! Gee!"

As soon as Lan Cheng'an reached the gate, he was stopped by Zhao Huaijin and Yan Yu who were waiting there.

"Master Lan, where are you going?"

Lan Cheng'an quickly grabbed the reins and stared at Zhao Huaijin in front of him with a wary look. It took a long time before he spoke.

"Your Highness has returned safely, and I am very relieved. Please go back to the other courtyard to rest. I will take my leave first."

After saying this, Lan Cheng'an rode his horse and wanted to run away, but Zhao Huaijin immediately stopped him.

"Ayu, take him down! You are so arrogant in front of me. You really don't know your own abilities."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Yan Yu stepped forward and grabbed the reins, then kicked Lan Cheng'an off the horse. Lan Cheng'an rolled on the ground and fell into the mud.

"How dare you act so presumptuously in front of the prince? You deserve to die!"

Yan Yu cursed and kicked Lan Cheng'an several times. Lan Cheng'an felt pain and fear, and kept shrinking into the corner.

Yan Yu had almost finished beating Lan Cheng'an, so he took the rope and tied him up tightly, then tied him to the horse's butt. The two of them dragged Lan Cheng'an all the way to the Yan family's villa.

The Yan family's mansion was in the capital, and Yan Yu was sent by the emperor himself to Jiangnan to train troops, so Yan Yu temporarily lived in the Yan family's villa not far from Gusu City.

Zhao Huaijin threw Lan Chengan into the woodshed and immediately went to Song Qingwan's room.

Zhao Huaijin asked Yan Yu to send Song Qingwan to the Yan family villa in advance and arrange for her to rest, as she was really too tired these days.

"Awan? Do you want to get up and eat?"

Song Qingwan still didn't wake up. Zhao Huaijin sighed. She was too tired.

Zhao Huaijin didn't call her again. He tucked in the quilt, tiptoed out of the room, and closed the door.

Since Song Qingwan hasn't woken up yet, Zhao Huaijin went to Yan Yu. He really wanted to know who was the backer behind Lan Chengan?

A small prefect of Gusu Prefecture dared to be so bold, so there must be a big fish behind him.

Song Qingwan slept until the evening of the next day before she woke up slowly. She looked at the roof for a long time before she realized where she was.

"Ajin? Ajin?"

Song Qingwan got out of bed and called softly. At this time, Zhao Huaijin, who was guarding outside the door, ran in.

"Awan, you finally woke up. You slept for a whole day and night!"

"So long?" Song Qingwan was a little surprised.

"But I'm glad you're okay. I'll ask someone to get you something to eat."

Zhao Huaijin ran out again and asked the kitchen to serve the meal.

There are very few servants in this villa. Except for a few maids who clean the house on weekdays, Yan Yu does not like to have so many servants, so he has to do many things by himself.

After Song Qingwan had finished her meal, she asked about Lan Chengan, and Zhao Huaijin's face looked a little heavy.

"Ayu and I visited some common people. From their descriptions, we learned that Lan Cheng'an embezzled disaster relief funds. He kept most of the money originally allocated by the court to buy medicine and food."

Song Qingwan nodded. That made sense. Without medicine and food, the people would flee and the plague would spread so badly.

"What did Lan Chengan say? Did he plead guilty?"

"Humph, he didn't say anything, just said that he did everything, he is really a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water!"

The more this is the case, the more the big fish behind Lan Chengan cannot be underestimated.

Since nothing could be found out during the interrogation, Zhao Huaijin decided to take Lan Cheng'an to the capital to await his fate.

Just when everyone was discussing how to take the person back, a servant came to report that an old man and a young man at the door wanted to see the prince.

"An old man and a young man?" Zhao Huaijin was a little confused and couldn't remember who they were for a moment.

Song Qingwan stood up, as if she had guessed it.

“Please Let Them In”

"Yes"

Soon, the servants led two people into the flower hall. Song Qingwan took a look and found that she had guessed correctly. It was Rong Bao and his grandson.

"Greetings to the prince." The two of them bowed politely.

"Rongbao? Why are you here?"

Zhao Huaijin was very surprised. He and Song Qingwan had arranged them in a safe place early in the morning and they could go home as soon as everything was settled.

"Your Majesty, I came here today to ask you to accept Rongbao."

"Old man, please stand up and talk first."

It was obvious that the two had been traveling for a long time, and the old man looked tired. Zhao Huaijin personally helped him up.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I have no other relatives at home. Rongbao is still young. I am afraid that I will die early and won't be able to take care of him. I beg Your Highness to take him in."

The old man pulled Rongbao over and touched his head with reluctance. He knew that this was very presumptuous but for Rongbao's sake he had no choice but to do it.

Rongbao obviously understood, but he didn't cry or make a fuss. He just looked at Zhao Huaijin with his big eyes.

Zhao Huaijin turned to Rongbao and asked him in a friendly manner.

"Are you willing to go to the capital with me?"

"My Lord, I do."

"Well, from now on, you will be called Arong. I will find a master for you to learn Kung Fu, okay?"

When the old man heard this, he knelt on the ground excitedly again, and he pulled Rongbao to kneel down as well.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is so kind and generous that I cannot repay you."

"Old man, you have no one at home, so just work in the Yan Mansion."

Zhao Huaijin glanced at Yan Yu, who nodded to indicate that he had no objection. One more servant would not make much difference in cleaning the place.

After making proper arrangements for the old man, Zhao Huaijin called Awu over.

"Master, you are looking for me."

"Awu, from now on I will be your disciple. I will follow you."

Awu opened his eyes wide and looked at the little ghost who suddenly appeared with some surprise. Did my grandfather find him an apprentice?

Rong Bao also looked curiously at A Wu, who was dressed in black and had a very low presence, and the two began to stare at each other.

Awu is Zhao Huaijin's personal bodyguard. He has been with him since he was a child. He is usually quiet and rarely appears in public.

So few people noticed Awu on weekdays. Unless Zhao Huaijin called him, he usually hid in the dark.

"Master!" Rong Bao's clear voice rang out, and then he knelt in front of Awu and kowtowed.

"Hey...hey...get up quickly." Awu's face flushed. He felt uncomfortable for the first time.

Zhao Huaijin couldn't help but chuckle. It was time to treat Awu with more humanity.

Yan Yu offered to accompany Zhao Huaijin back to Beijing, as he was about to return to Beijing to report on his work.

With Yan Yu around, Zhao Huaijin felt relieved. Who knows, they might encounter some "accidents" along the way!