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"I just got the news this morning." Zheng Nianyun looked at Zheng Zirong and Yun Zhibai in the middle of the lake, their butts sticking out as they pulled hard on the fishing net, and wondered how many lake fish they had caught.

He said casually, "Judging by the timeline, it should have happened a few days ago."

"There really are fish!"

Hearing the sound, Zheng Zhian also looked over. Yun Zhibai ignored the lake water brought up by the fishing net and curiously bent down to pick up the biggest fish in the middle. Unexpectedly, the fish was thrashing around so much that it got all over his body.

Under the gentle sunlight, a group of people smiled broadly as the ice shimmered. In the pavilion on the shore, several people chatted leisurely.

Zheng Zhian tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and contentedly enjoyed the warmth that greeted him, murmuring softly, "Stealing half a day of leisure from a busy life!"

Yu Xiuzhu's troubles will inevitably affect my father's purge of the Jingnan officialdom. In the end, it's not easy for my father to be the emperor!

Hearing her sigh, a dark glint flashed in Zheng Nianyun's eyes. He strode toward the icy path and taunted, "So all those trips you've taken these past few years were just your soul wandering off to?!"

Zheng Zhian's slight melancholy vanished instantly; how could this be the same?

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When the group returned to the city from Jingnan Lake, it was already late afternoon. The sky was getting dark, and torches had been lit at the city gate.

Many people would rush to enter or leave the city before the gates closed, while at this time, many people stood around watching in front of the east gate.

Before Zheng Zhian and his group even got close, they heard a lot of discussion and some barely audible cries of pleas.

Zheng Nianyun held the reins and looked towards the city gate where a convoy of carriages and horses was still blocking the way. "Jiang Xiao, go and see what's going on."

Jiang Xiao immediately responded and rode forward. He returned shortly afterward and said, "Young Master, there's something strange ahead. It seems a tenant farmer wants to take his son into the city to see a doctor. The master said he would take them, but the tenant farmer absolutely refuses. A young master is there trying to mediate."

"Oh?!" The landlord was willing to help, yet some tenant farmers were unwilling. Zheng Nianyun smiled with interest, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Zheng Zhian. "Shall we go take a look?"

Before Zheng Zhian could speak, Zheng Zirong, who was inside the carriage, had already lifted the curtain and stepped out. "This is really strange. Let's go and take a look."

Zheng Zhian glanced at Fan Chuchu, who was peeking out of the carriage, and said calmly, "You guys go ahead and get those people to disperse as soon as possible, otherwise it'll be a traffic jam later."

"Alright, then I'll have someone come and call you later." Zheng Zirong also thought of following their carriage; if there were too many people, something might really go wrong.

Zheng Nianyun dismounted, and the two of them, along with several guards, went to watch the 'show'.

“Why won’t you listen to me? They’re willing to pay for a doctor for you; you couldn’t find such a good family even with a lantern. What more could you want? You insist on getting the officials to arrest you and your father. What good will that do you?”

The young master, dressed in fine clothes and a fox fur coat, was already showing his undisguised annoyance. "If all else fails, I'll give you money. Will you just move aside?" he said, reaching out to his servant, who immediately pulled out a heavy money bag from his sleeve and handed it to him.

The old man who had been holding onto the oxcart was emaciated, his eyes red and filled with fear and vigilance as he stared at the other person pulling the oxcart, not daring to relax for a moment. His voice trembled as he said, "...It's not that I...it won't let...it's them...they...they won't let me go."

The man opposite the oxcart was burly, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were particularly sinister. "I already told you, the barefoot doctor you found was no good. Your master kindly found a doctor to treat your son, but Feng Daniu, how can you be so stubborn? Aren't you afraid that someone will treat your son to death?"

"No...no need." The old man dared not look the person opposite him in the eye, and tried hard to control his trembling hands. "The young man can take the child himself."

"Then we'll go with you. Quickly make way, don't delay the young master's entry into the city..."

The onlookers nodded in agreement, some even pointing and whispering about the old man, "The master is so considerate, how can you not appreciate it? Do you really think this great path was set up just for you alone!"

"Yes, they're just ungrateful..." A chorus of agreement followed.

Zheng Zirong stood with his hands behind his back, watching the old man's face turn red with anxiety, his flustered appearance clearly showing his fear of the family members. The boy lying on the oxcart behind him was emaciated, his eyes closed, and his face pale, looking nothing like a healthy person.

He turned to look at Zheng Nianyun beside him. The two exchanged a glance, and Zheng Nianyun shook his head. The city patrol had been making a fuss for so long, but the people hadn't made a move. This matter was clearly suspicious.

"I don't have time to argue with you." The young man in brocade robes was clearly losing patience and waved his hand impatiently, "Men, get them out of my way."

As soon as the voice fell, several guards immediately stepped forward to drive the oxcart. The old ox pulling the cart suddenly mooed, whether startled or not, and began to thrash about, trying to break free from the crowd.

The back of the vehicle swayed violently as it struggled, and the people on board were bumped and knocked off the platform.

In a panic, the old man gripped the reins tightly and hugged the cow's neck, trying to stop the cow from going berserk with his own body.

The unexpected and terrifying incident startled everyone, who cried out in alarm, "Ah!"

"Scatter!" Zheng Nianyun's heart clenched instinctively. He leaped forward, drew the sword from one of the men's waists, and stabbed it into Huang Niu's neck without hesitation.

A gush of bright red blood gushed out, and the ox collapsed to the ground with a crash. The old man had no time to be afraid and hurriedly braced himself against the overturned cart.

Zheng Zirong realized what was happening and immediately sent people to help.

After rescuing the man, the old man slumped to the ground, clutching his son, and checked him for injuries with lingering fear. "Zhuzi, don't be afraid, Dad's here, Dad's here."

With a clang, Zheng Nianyun threw the sword aside, took out a handkerchief to wipe it, and glanced at the still stunned young man in brocade robes with deep eyes before his gaze fell on the burly man at the head of the group.

"Where are the city patrol officers? What are they doing?" Zheng Zirong shouted sternly.

The city gate guards who rushed over after hearing the cries of alarm had just pushed through the crowd when they saw the mess and their brows furrowed. When they saw Zheng Zirong and Zheng Nianyun, who was half-squatting beside the old man examining him, their hearts jumped into their throats.

"Greetings, Sixth Prince, Prince Yun."

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and looked at the two of them, then knelt down to pay their respects.

The young man in brocade robes, who was still feeling unlucky, opened his eyes wide and hurriedly bowed his head to greet Zheng Zirong, saying, "Gong Yuxun greets the Sixth Prince and Prince Yun."

Upon hearing his name, Zheng Nianyun looked up and scrutinized him carefully, then glanced at the dazzling convoy of cars behind the crowd, and understood immediately.

When Zheng Zirong learned his name, she was also surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered and said, "Get up, all of you." After saying that, she looked at the city gate guards, her tone suddenly becoming sharp, "Are you just going to stand by and watch the chaos at the city gate?"

"Your patrol unit is doing a really good job!"

"We saw them just stopping here to discuss things, and there was no conflict. Our duty today is to guard the city gate, so... that's why we didn't come to check." The older city guard didn't dare to look up, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead with trepidation.

We shouldn't have switched shifts today. They seemed perfectly fine before, who knew they would start causing trouble? And later, that rich kid even tried to mediate, without anyone calling them. Besides, disputes between ordinary people are none of their business.

Zheng Zirong laughed angrily, "So you're just going to stand by and watch a bunch of people block this place?"

"If something goes wrong right here in front of the imperial city gates, under the emperor's nose, who among you will take the blame?"

"This...this humble general, we have failed in our duty, please punish us, Your Highness." Faced with a series of questions, the senior city guard was speechless. He just wanted to get through this as quickly as possible.

The Sixth Prince and Prince Yun were notorious in the capital for being idle and irresponsible. At worst, they would be scolded a few times, but if things got out of hand, it would be the death of them.

Zheng Zirong coldly ordered, "Let them disperse and clear the way." In recent years, places like the City Patrol Division, which have relatively minor responsibilities, have mostly been filled by young men with connections who have managed to get by. Today's incident is not a big deal, and he doesn't need to make a fuss about it.

"Your Highness, please do justice for us!" The old man knelt on the ground, holding his son, tears streaming down his face, pleading, "The Wu family is rich but heartless, seizing farmland and forcing us to borrow money from them at exorbitant interest rates. When we can't repay them, they force respectable girls into slavery and prostitution. Please, Your Highness, save us!"

The dispersed people slowly gathered again to watch, chatting in small groups, clearly wanting to see what would happen.

No wonder he refused to accept help no matter what the burly man said.