The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

As soon as the door of Wuyang Palace opened, three afterimages suddenly jumped out from inside.

Kan Ruifeng, who got the specific location of the bandits from the little guy's voice, hurriedly headed straight for the camp at the foot of Congyun Mountain.

He Feizhang, who pieced together his wife's life story from what his colleagues had heard, had fire in his eyes and ran angrily towards the palace gate.

Tan Wenhan clenched his right fist and waved it vigorously in the air as he walked, as if he was rehearsing for the battle that would be coming later.

The ministers followed closely behind, wanting to join in the fun.

"I heard that Prime Minister Tan never showed mercy when training his children. During the Zhang Shiliu incident, there were rumors that his second son couldn't get out of bed for about half a month!"

This time, he learned that his disappointing second son had accepted the beauty sent by the state official. Wouldn't this be another family war? !

"Ouch!"

"Also, it is said that He Feizhang is very obsessed with his beautiful wife, otherwise he would not have married the daughter of the prefect..."

But He Feizhang was very concerned about his reputation. If he suddenly learned about this, who knows what kind of fuss he would make when he returned.

Both parties understand the unfinished meaning.

The colleague who was accompanying him swallowed his saliva and said, "How about...?"

The person who spoke earlier looked hesitant: "Then we...?"

It's done!

……

The capital city was very lively that night.

Although He Feizhang was angry, he still pretended to be calm and completed the whole day's official duties.

The people sent by Zhang Yueze were still hiding in the mansion, so he didn't have to worry about reporting the news.

As soon as he returned home, he asked the maid about the location of his first wife and hurried over.

Before He Feizhang even arrived, he started yelling, "Zhang Daiqin! Zhang Daiqin, come out here!!"

Zhang Daiqin paused in serving tea, smiled apologetically at the few people, and hurried out to greet them.

"Master, please go back——"

Before he could finish his words, He Feizhang slapped him in the face.

"Snapped"!

Zhang Daiqin stood there in a daze, a thin mist quickly accumulated in his eyes, full of disbelief: "Master?"

He Feizhang finally found an outlet for the anger he had been accumulating all day. He raised his hand with a slight tremor, as if he really wanted to do it again: "Okay, very good, how did your husband treat you on a daily basis, and you lied to me like this?!"

Zhang Daiqin's tearful eyes flashed with impatience, but when she looked up again, she looked so weak and pitiful: "Master, what's wrong with you?!"

She stepped forward and tried to hold his hand as usual: "Today in the mansion--"

The gentle voice was interrupted by He Feizhang's rude hand shaking: "Don't talk to me about the mansion, this is my mansion, what does it have to do with your famous prostitute in the brothel?!"

Zhang Daiqin was stunned for a moment, and the color on his face immediately drained away: "What... brothel...?"

Zhang Yuanjie is used to doing this kind of thing, and he always handles the evidence very cleanly. How did he know? !

Seeing Zhang Daiqin's reaction, He Feizhang had nothing to understand. His anger rose higher and higher, and he raised his hand to ask someone to drag her away.

"Ding"--

A very faint sound of cups colliding with coasters suddenly rang out in the chaotic environment.

He Feizhang turned around with a ferocious expression, wanting to see who was so tactless as to dare to taste tea at this time.

Do you think he's an actor?!

then--

Several ministers standing in the reception room smiled awkwardly when their eyes met He Feizhang's. The one holding the teacup was secretly hit several times.

"Good evening, Master He!"

He Feizhang: “…”

He Feizhang: “???”

……

Tan Mansion.

Tan Wenhan personally used a wet rattan stick to whip Tan Siyuan's back for more than twenty times, until the fabric on his back was covered with blood marks, and then he stopped.

"Evil creature! How dare you hide such a thing from me? I think you want to be kicked out of this Tan Mansion like you...like Yue Ze!!"

Ever since the little fellow learned from his thoughts that Tan Yueze was not his biological son, he stripped him of his surname and expelled him from the Tan Mansion along with his biological parents.

Tan Siyuan and Aunt Zhao, who was about to go forward and cry, looked frozen and a little timid.

After all, those people were not simply expelled from the mansion...

Tan Wenhan snorted coldly, and was about to speak when he heard several voices coming from far away outside -

"My lord, my lord, please allow me to go in and pass the message on, sir!" The butler's slightly panicked voice was much louder than usual. It was obvious that he had been forced into a corner by the visitor and could only use this method as a substitute for passing the message on.

Several voices followed closely behind.

"Hey, we're not trying to make things difficult for you, but today's business is extremely urgent, and we must see Prime Minister Tan right away!"

Butler: “…” Then why don’t you put away the mischievous expression on your face?

"That's right. We are all great and loyal people. How can we harm Prime Minister Tan? Look how scared you are—"

Housekeeper: “…” If you were not a loyal person certified by Prime Minister Tan himself, the guards would have come out and taken you to the government office just based on your reckless spirit of rushing in!

"Look at you, why are you so stubborn? We met Mr. Tan and - Oh, Mr. Tan, why are you out?"

Tan Wenhan stood in front of the door holding a cane, and said with a fake smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, what's the urgent matter?"

Everyone's eyes passed over Tan Wenhan's figure and drifted into the hall. After seeing Tan Siyuan whose back was covered with blood, they couldn't help but reveal a bit of regret in their eyes.

Should have come earlier.

Pu Mingxu, the Prince's tutor, casually took out a letter from his sleeve and tried to get away with it: "Oh, we are here to deliver a letter to you, old man."

Tan Wenhan glanced at the letter solemnly and said, "Excuse me, please help me deliver it."

Pu Mingxu suddenly felt a huge sense of crisis in his heart, and reflexively stuffed the letter into the hands of the butler beside him: "...Then I will take my leave first!"

Fishing for law enforcement, this old man must be fishing for law enforcement! !

Several people immediately ran out in the direction they came from, ignoring the roar of Tan Xiang behind them.

"Stop right there, you little brats!"

……

"Aqiu!!"

In Xianyang Palace, Jiang Yingcheng, who successfully stayed overnight again, felt an itch on his nose and couldn't help coughing.

Jiang Yanchuan paused, and thick ink dripped onto the rice paper, leaving an ink circle.

Another piece of paper wasted.

Jiang Yingcheng's eyes lit up, and she rushed over before her father, the Emperor, could destroy the rice paper: "Oh my god, this one is such a pity~"

[Hehehe, I can stock up on a lot more characters! ]

Today, the victim left the palace early, and the other uncles also hurried out as soon as the court meeting ended. Jiang Yingcheng was anxious to write a note to her Grandpa Kan, so she had to turn her attention to her handsome father, the emperor.

Jiang Yanchuan sighed, took off his robe, and put another layer on the little guy: "Sit down."

Jiang Yingcheng was very well behaved: "Okay!"

"Father, will you write another one for Chengcheng?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Jiang Yanchuan's eyes.

Perhaps, it's time to consider giving Yuan Liangping some compensation.