Shipin Dalizheng

As the carriage swayed, Rong Tang closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while, and had a dream.

He dreamed of images from his past life. His mother had a huge fight with his father and even broke up with him because she wanted to keep the intact heart in his broken body.

But it was useless in the end because he signed the donation agreement himself and his heart was eventually taken away.

He watched the doctor cut open his chest, and the intense pain made him scream and wake up. He still felt the pain in his heart and was trembling. He covered his heart and his whole body was twitching.

The maid Chuncao was terrified, "Master, what's wrong with you..."

After a few breaths, the pain subsided. Rong Tang regained consciousness and calmed down before saying, "It's okay. I just had a nightmare."

Rong San, who was outside, heard the noise and stopped his horse. He lifted the curtain and looked back. "Master, what's going on?"

"Nothing. Where did you go?"

A few months ago, he woke up in this strange world and had a very unhappy few months. He had no sense of belonging to his family or the environment. Coincidentally, Rong San and his friends' master had died, and they needed someone to go back with them in exchange for the safety of their families. After careful consideration, Rong Tang agreed to the deal.

During this journey, he also used his own abilities to conquer these people and made them follow him willingly.

Rong San said, "It's less than a hundred miles away from the capital. Rong Wu has already gone to inquire about it."

They had been away from Beijing for more than a year in search of the young master, and they had no idea what had changed in the capital.

There was a post station thirty miles away from the capital. We finally arrived at it at nightfall.

The capital city was right before their eyes. Everyone in the group was exhausted and eager to rest, so they immediately booked a few rooms, took a shower, changed clothes, and restored their original appearance.

Rong Tang looked at himself in the mirror. His appearance was slightly different from what it was a month or two ago. How to put it, even without deliberately making up, the heroic spirit between his eyebrows was enough to support men's clothing without people doubting his gender.

Chuncao stared at him infatuatedly, and felt that her young lady had changed not only in her features and temperament, but also in her figure, which seemed to have grown a little taller and stronger.

She almost forgot that her lady had an androgynous appearance to begin with, and she had only pretended to be a weak lady for a few months by means of makeup and disguise.

But now, the person in front of him looks more and more like the young master. He has changed from the inside out, and he can't help but be stunned.

"Chuncao, what's wrong with you?"

Chuncao came back to her senses and said, "It's okay. I was just wondering, should we go back?"

Of course he would go back, as there were still many things that had not been resolved there. Rong Tang first asked Chuncao, "Do you want to go back?"

Chuncao couldn't explain it, but it seemed that she was not having a good time in the south either.

"Rest now, get up early tomorrow."

The next morning, everyone packed up and set off. In just over an hour, they arrived outside the south gate of Shangjing.

The ancient city was majestic and bustling with people. This scene alone was several times more impressive than even the Southern Capital. Rong Wu had been waiting at the city gate. Upon seeing them, he hurried forward to report, "Master, there's no time to lose. Today is Madam Rong's funeral. If you delay any longer, that bastard Jin Yaoyang will take your place as the Earl of Jian'an."

As they walked and talked, Rong Wuda recounted the whole story.

Madam Rong ultimately died seven days ago. The Earl's Mansion, without waiting for a legitimate heir, pushed forward the long-decided adoptive candidate, Jin Yaoyang, to inherit the title. Once Madam Rong was buried, the situation became irreversible.

As the group quickened their pace on the way to the Earl of Jian'an's Mansion, servants from each mansion would run back from time to time to report to their masters. Those who knew something about the inner workings of the Earl's Mansion soon got the news that Madam Rong's biological son had returned.

Now, there will be some excitement in the Jian'an Earl's Mansion!

Outside the Jian'an Earl's Mansion, hundreds of servants blocked the entrance and refused to let anyone pass.

Minister Jin's face was gloomy and his eyes flickered.

Is it possible? The child born to Rong Shi had suffered from a heart disease since childhood, and the imperial doctors said it was incurable. After being sent away for more than ten years, could it really be cured?

Impossible, this must be a fake.

"Speed ​​up the funeral process and don't let irrelevant people disturb the lady's passing."

The housekeeper took the order and went to supervise.

When Rong Tang and others arrived at the gate of Bo's house, they saw hundreds of people blocking them with weapons. They all drew their weapons and the situation became tense.

Rong San stepped forward and shouted, "Everyone, get out of the way! This is the true heir to the Bo Mansion, Rong Tang, Madam Rong's legitimate son. Are you blocking the door? Are you going to betray your master?"

The servants blocking the door came from both the Earl's Mansion and the Minister's Mansion. For so many years, Minister Jin had been in charge and had long since accepted him as their master. Even if some were wavering, they dared not disobey Minister Jin at this moment. So, even if there was a slight hesitation on their faces, they still stood at the door without moving.

Rong Tang got out of the car and shouted to the crowd, "I'm hiring someone to help me break through this door. Each participant will receive one tael of silver. If anyone gets hurt, I'll pay them ten taels of silver. As long as no one is killed, I'll cover all consequences."

The crowd of onlookers were shocked. Most of them were from the lower class. One tael of silver was enough for their family to live on for more than a month. If they wanted ten taels, they just had to lie on the ground afterwards. It was not that easy.

Someone immediately shouted, "Does what you said count?"

Chuncao got off the car immediately afterwards, opened the cloth bag he was carrying, grabbed a handful of silver and copper coins, and threw them towards the gate of the Bo's mansion. He threw several handfuls in a row, and some of them even landed inside the gate.

"Grab the money!"

No one knew who shouted first, nor who took action first, but the crowd rushed towards the main gate of the mansion with a loud bang. Some were picking up money, some were pushing people. Rong San and others used all their strength to clear a passage. Amid the chaos, Rong Tang rushed into the gate in a few steps, and ran towards the main courtyard following the direction of the funeral music.

In the main hall of the main courtyard, Jin Yaoyang was wearing sackcloth and holding up a clay basin as the adopted son. He was about to throw it down when he suddenly kicked it and the basin slipped out of his hand and fell into the hands of another person.

Jin Yaoyang's expression changed. "Who are you to dare to act so wildly in the Bo's Mansion?"

There was a "clang" sound, which was the crisp sound of a clay basin falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.

Everyone watching the funeral was stunned. According to the custom in the north, the one who smashes the pot at a funeral is the heir to the family business, and snatching and smashing someone else's pot is a sign of mortal enmity.

Jin Yaoyang was furious, "You're looking for death! Come here, give me..."

Before he could finish his words, Rong Tang slapped him in the face, "Where did you come from, you bastard, to dare to pretend to be the master in the Jian'an Marquis's Mansion?"

Ignoring the pain on his face, Jin Yaoyang focused his attention and looked at the person in front of him. He saw a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a handsome face, outstanding aura, and eyes that were intimidating without anger. He had a natural noble temperament.

"You, who are you?"

Rong Tang stood with his hands behind his back, proudly saying, "Listen carefully, this young master is the legitimate grandson of the former Earl of Jian'an, the legitimate and only heir to the Earl's mansion, Rong Tang."

Everyone was shocked. They had only heard that Mrs. Rong had given birth to a son, but the son was given away because he was ill when he was young. They sent people out to look for him a year ago. Could it be that he was really found?

Minister Jin stepped in and said sternly, "I don't recognize you."