The disgraced official I took care of was actually Zhu Houcong's childhood friend.

Even when Tang Bohu was acting crazy and said he wanted to come to the capital, Yunniang never objected. She took him all the way to the capital and bought a small courtyard.

After arriving in the capital, Tang Bohu's madness seemed to have improved somewhat.

This made Yunniang feel extremely fortunate.

It wasn't until recently that Yunniang learned what had happened in previous years, and she felt even more sorry for her man.

Yunniang made a hangover soup for Tang Bohu. Although Tang Bohu was not completely sober, he never acted crazy when he was drunk, especially in front of Yunniang. Although he was a bit unrestrained, he would never say a word that would make Yunniang unhappy.

“Yunniang, in all these years, only today have I felt truly happy. From now on, I will never have to pretend to be crazy again.”

While drinking the hangover soup, Tang Bohu, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, grabbed Yunniang's hand and said...

Upon hearing this, Yunniang wiped away her tears.

"You've suffered these past years."

Tang Bohu said with a look of heartache.

“I’m not suffering. Being with you is something I could never have asked for in eight lifetimes. I used to envy Jiu Niang for finding someone as talented and caring as you. Now that I can be by your side, I’m overjoyed. What’s there to be suffering about?”

Yunniang smiled.

"Thanks to the weighing instrument, if it weren't for him, I might not have been able to persevere these past few years. If it weren't for him, I might have thought that my life would just end like this."

Tang Bohu said with some emotion.

"The weighing instrument is a good boy, a rare good boy."

Yunniang nodded.

"Yeah, I can't sleep anyway, I'll go for a walk."

As he spoke, Tang Bohu picked up his wine gourd, put on his clothes, and swayed as he went out the door.

The old man, carrying a large head and swaying his gourd, staggered into Zhou Chu's house.

In Zhou Chu's household, everyone from the gatekeeper to the servants was extremely familiar with the old man, so much so that they didn't bother to announce his arrival.

"Weighing instrument, weighing instrument, are you asleep?"

Tang Bohu arrived at the door of Zhou Chu's bedroom and began banging on it.

Zhou Chu was practicing calligraphy in his study when he heard the noise and hurriedly came out.

"Teacher, why are you here so late?"

Zhou Chu was somewhat surprised.

"I couldn't sleep, and I figured you probably couldn't sleep either, so I came to wander around."

He then handed the gourd of wine in his hand to Chunlan.

Chunlan took the bottle and felt its weight, realizing that the old man was out of wine, so she hurriedly went to get him some more.

Soon, Tang Bohu took the gourd full of wine and took a sip.

"Your wine is still the best. That kid who sold you the recipe was a real spendthrift."

Not only at home, but also at Zuixianlou, this kind of wine is used.

However, Zuixianlou uses a large quantity of liquor, so it's definitely not brewed at home.

The restaurant has a dedicated wine cellar. Zhou Chu had people start brewing wine as early as when the restaurant was being renovated.

"Come on, come with me to find that old bastard Wang Bo'an. I reckon he can't sleep right now either."

Tang Bohu chuckled and then walked out.

Zhou Chu had no choice but to keep up.

Wang Yangming did not have a residence in the capital; he stayed at the official post station when he returned to the capital to report on his duties.

Nowadays, very few officials stay at official post stations when they come to Beijing to report on their duties.

The main problem was that the accommodations at the official post station were too basic.

Most of them stay in guesthouses.

Those who stayed at the official post station were usually minor officials responsible for delivering messages.

The official post station was located in a rather remote area, and the two walked for quite some time before finally arriving at its entrance.

Tang Bohu was mostly sober by now, but he didn't care about anything else and went straight up to knock on the door.

Soon, a man dressed in police uniform opened the door.

"What can I do for you, both of you?"

When the clerk saw that the two men were not dressed in official robes, his tone became somewhat perfunctory. He didn't dare to be too assertive, since most people who could come to the official post station were not ordinary citizens.

"I've come to see Wang Shouren and Wang Bo'an."

Tang Bohu was afraid that he would only mention Wang Bo'an, and that the minor official wouldn't recognize him.

"So you are friends of Lord Wang. Please come in."

Upon hearing that he was a friend of Wang Shouren, the minor official dared not be negligent.

Wang Shouren was the Vice Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, a proper fourth-rank official with military power.