After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Fang Nanzhi also had good friends from wealthy families, from Yu Zhenghai to Zheng Wanru, all of whom were richer than Fang Nanzhi before.

But the interactions between them are all give-and-take, and no one is completely self-defeating.

Wang Qi was embarrassed and explained himself.

"Back then, I was still the Crown Prince and didn't know the importance of money. I thought it was just vulgar things, how could it compare to friendship? After I fell from power, I saw the warmth and coldness of human nature, and only then did I realize the value of gold and silver."

Because he had a fight with Wang Rong, his father fined him his monthly salary. He had no money to use and almost had to pawn his belongings.

In fact, he had been punished before.

But if the father didn't give it to me, the mother would always give it to me, and she didn't care about this punishment at all.

But his mother is gone, and his father...sees him as a burden.

Fang Nanzhi didn't understand his sadness, she was only filled with envy.

She knew how important money was from a young age. Her uncle and grandparents forced her to become a child bride for ten taels of silver.

So, she said jealously, "No wonder you lost to Wang Rong. He knows all this stuff. He actively participated in the last Beijing Dim Sum Competition just for the Wang family's business."

Wang Qi was stunned.

I was a little unhappy, but I also felt that what she said made sense.

At that time, he was so arrogant as if he was not a person of this world. The reason why the aristocratic family had such a high status was because of the accumulation of family property from generation to generation.

He regarded these as mundane affairs and was only interested in realizing his ambitions in the court.

Can you not lose?

Was this the reason why my father chose Wang Rong? No, Wang Qi shook his head.

Wang Rong had only been back home for two days at that time. How could his father know his character?

After all, his position in his father's heart is not as high as Wang Rong's.

The car suddenly became quiet. Qin Yan looked around and pulled out the chessboard from under the seat.

"Brother Wang, could you give me some advice?"

The two played chess. Fang Nanzhi was not very good at it, so he did not participate and just watched with great interest.

As the sun set, the convoy finally arrived at the gate of the capital.

Fang Nanzhi couldn't help but get out of the carriage and stood on the shaft to look out.

"Wow!"

The city gate is much higher than that of the provincial capital.

"The characters on this door plaque are all ancient and majestic."

"Of course, this was copied using Master Wang's calligraphy as a template." Wang Qi also came out.

The driver, Yuan Bo, pulled the reins and said, "Miss, Master Wang, you'd better get in the carriage. It's too dangerous to stand."

Guard Wang Qi rode up on horseback and shouted, "Master, are we going back to the old house? Or, should I go in first and notify someone to pick us up?"

I don’t know how, but the young master was able to make friends on his way back to Beijing.

"Don't go back yet, let's go to West Third Street." There is a house there, which was part of my mother's dowry.

"This..." The guard hesitated. The young master had finally returned, but he didn't go home to pay his respects to his elders. If he was discovered, he would definitely be punished.

Wang Qi had already said goodbye to the Qin brothers and sisters, and invited them to visit him at West Third Street when they were free.

The master and servant walked away.

Fang Nanzhi was about to go back to the carriage obediently.

Someone in the front called out, "Bai Wu, you're finally back. Have you brought Lord Fang and his family here?"

"Wei Dao, why are you here?" Bai Wu heard it and hurried forward.

"Of course it was the Major General's order. He sent me to watch the city gate for four or five days. You've been procrastinating too much."

Wei Dao was a burly man with a knife slung over his waist, but the most noticeable thing about him was a large red spot on his left cheek, which looked extremely creepy.

He is also one of Fang Yin's confidants.

Bai Wu smiled and patted his shoulder, then pulled him over to salute Fang Tong and the others.

We didn't talk for too long at the city gate, as there were carriages lined up behind us.

Wei Dao led them into the city.

The servant sent by Censor Zhou to pick up his father also came with Wei Dao.

As a result, before he could even talk to his old grandfather, he saw the old grandfather's carriage following Wei Dao away.

He could only chase after him quickly.

Oh my, old man, the Zhou Mansion and the General’s Mansion are not in the same direction.

In this way, Fang Nanzhi could only take a quick look at the bustling capital city through the car window and went straight to the general's mansion.

The luxurious word "Fang's House" made Fang Nanzhi very happy.

Hehehe, her second uncle has become successful and took her to live in a bigger house.

"Dad, look at my second uncle, you have to work hard." She patted her father's shoulder in a provocative manner.

Fang Tong rolled his eyes: "Don't expect your father to become a dragon. I'm old and I'm under a lot of pressure and I can't sleep easily."

"But, second brother's house is mine." He said shamelessly.

They are one family, inseparable.

Qin Yan suppressed the corner of his mouth that was about to turn upward: "Dad, let's go in."

You're not a guest, do you need to wait for someone to pick you up?

Fang Tong came back to his senses and asked his daughter and son to help Mr. Zhou. There were guests, and they had to be invited in for tea.

"Master, are you tired? How about I give you acupuncture?"

When people get older, it is still very painful to ride in a bumpy car.

"No need, I will just take my time." Old Zhou refused.

Just as I was about to step over the threshold, I heard a burst of rapid horse neighing.

"Mr. Zhou, Imperial Physician, His Majesty has urgently summoned you. The Crown Prince is critically ill. Please come to the palace."

The man on horseback was wearing the uniform of the imperial guards and looked very anxious.

Mr. Zhou was stunned.

"Now? I've been traveling all day and am a bit disheveled. If I enter the palace now, I'm afraid I'll offend you."

"Mr. Zhou, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is in critical condition and cannot be delayed any longer. His Majesty will not care about these things." The man was so anxious that he wanted to take action and pull him up himself.

Mr. Zhou pondered for a moment, still remaining calm.

"But I am not an official now, so I have to go in and out of the palace..."

"This is the token of the East Palace."

The visitor knelt on one knee and respectfully presented the sign.

Seeing the token clearly, Mr. Zhou did not hesitate at once: "Come on, Zhizhi, take the medicine box and follow me into the palace."

"Yes!" Fang Nanzhi's voice was almost filled with joy.

As soon as you arrive in Beijing, you can go to the palace to broaden your horizons!

But she quickly restrained herself. The prince was critically ill, and she was too happy. What if she was considered to be gloating?

Fang Tong is not as carefree as her daughter, and her scalp is tingling.

"Mr. Zhou, Zhizhi is still young..."

Qin Yan also had a serious expression and pulled his sister.

The palace is not fun at all, it's no different from a den of wolves and dragons.

If one etiquette is not followed correctly, you may lose your life.

The imperial guards were also a little confused: "Who is this little girl..."

"Zhizhi is my apprentice. She has treated His Royal Highness the Crown Prince before." Old Doctor Zhou said seriously.

what?

Fang Nanzhi wanted to scratch his head. Didn’t the master say that doctors cannot lie about patients and can only conceal things?

When had she ever treated the prince? She had never even seen him.

But the imperial guards had already noticed that the jade token on Fang Nanzhi's body was exactly what the Crown Prince wore close to his body.

His attitude immediately became respectful: "Miss, please!"

Fang Nanzhi helped the master get on the carriage. Old Zhou nodded slightly to the worried family, suggesting that they should not worry.

How could Fang Tong feel at ease? He trotted after him for two steps.

"Well, sir, how about I come to the palace too? I am a ninth-rank official of the imperial court, and I should pay my respects to His Majesty."