The chaos in the capital was even more serious than what Wan Yunjun's cousin said. The two kings were fighting each other and were incompatible. Coupled with Zhang Xutang's unscrupulous tactics, the chaotic court was even more terrifying.
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Zhang Xutang suddenly lost his mother, and while he was guarding the mourning hall at home, he spat out countless threads like a spider, trying to lay a dragnet to capture Song Huiyue.
As the King of Jin's control over Dingzhou became stronger and stronger, he almost knew nothing about the situation in Dingzhou - the people he sent out were unable to find out the real news about Song Huiyue.
But he knew it must be Song Huiyue.
She came back to make him a loner. Apart from her, he couldn't think of anyone else who would do anything to his mother.
Mrs. Zhang has been sequestered in the back house for many years. Her brain has deteriorated and her speech is often ridiculous. She is not popular, but it is not enough to kill her.
The eldest sister-in-law's family has come up with troubles for her again and again, but every time they come back with a failure - fire is merciless, and the eldest sister-in-law can't blame anyone else if she dies in the fire.
Only Song Huiyue hated him and wanted to destroy his family.
It's just that Kyoto is so big, Song Huiyue is alone. Unlike before when Zhang Rui was killed in full view of the public, and the imperial army searched her door to door, now she can hide in any corner, and it is difficult to find her.
So he went to war to assassinate the King of Jin in order to force her out.
He thought of a countermeasure in a short period of time. When he was scolding Su Ting for being detrimental to the defense of Kyoto, he let out the news that it was the King of Jin who killed Mrs. Zhang.
When the Zhang family was in great power, they secretly dealt with Queen Pei, which resulted in Queen Pei's mysterious death. Now that King Jin is full of wings and has come back to kill her, it makes sense that the Zhang family should pay for Queen Pei's life.
Zhang Xutang could not sit still and wait for death, so he had to strike first and kill the King of Jin. This makes sense.
On the surface, another scapegoat who hates King Jin is introduced, and everything is fine.
The turbulence in the dark will make the water turbid. How can the already dim and incompetent man see the truth clearly through this turbidity?
Even if it is now confirmed that King Yan took action, he will only think that the Zhang family could no longer control the situation and could no longer compete with King Jin, so they took the risk.
When the time comes, I will still take pity on King Yan.
Zhang Xutang knew Jin Shang's thoughts very clearly, but he was not sure about Song Huiyue. It was hard to say whether Song Huiyue would show up for King Jin.
To be sure, he captured Du Lan.
Have to go and see it.
The smell of paper money and incense candles lingered around him, and the roar of the monks performing rituals at Daxiangguo Temple pierced his ears. He stood up and swayed.
Duzhi, who came to help from Prince Yan's Mansion, quickly supported him and asked him to rest.
Zhang Xutang calmly returned to the backyard. Before he could make any move, he heard his nephew's sharp cry. The cry started very fast, until he coughed and retched, and then gradually weakened and turned into a soft hum.
He frowned and remembered that his nephew seemed to live with Mrs. Zhang, so he turned around and walked in.
Mrs. Zhang's yard was in a bleak state. He walked over following the cries and saw that the door of the wing was closed and the lights were lit inside. He suppressed the movement of the people behind him who wanted to knock on the door, walked to the window, and pushed the door amidst the noise.
Open a crack and look inside.
A stream of hot air came out from the crack in the window. Zhang Xuling's son sat on the ground and sobbed. Tears hung on his face and flowed to his chin. He opened the same stupid eyes as Zhang Xuling and looked at the nanny in fear.
The wet nurse sat on the stool and wolfed down her nephew's milk and chicken soup noodles.
She held the bowl and slurped while eating. The little nephew saw that the bottom of the bowl was almost empty and he was about to get hungry. He stood up unsteadily, walked to the table, and pulled out the bowl.
The wet nurse freed up a hand and pinched the soft flesh above her little nephew's arm. Sure enough, the little nephew started to cry again and retreated timidly.
The guards and servants following Zhang Xutang looked at each other with ugly expressions.
The black flame of despair ignited in Zhang Xutang's heart - the Zhang family was irreparably depressed.
Even if Concubine Zhang is still favored in the harem, even if he is still serving as a long-term historian in Prince Yan's palace, even if the emperor is still asking questions, it is a sign of decline for a family to be in chaos from the back house.
The wet nurse finished eating, put down the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the little nephew, hugged him into her arms, and hid him in her arms: "Little fool, poor little one, besides the wet nurse, who else will love you in the future?
Remember, when you grow up, you must be filial to your wet nurse..."
She knew in her heart that this child had no mother, and now his wife was gone too. As long as she took good care of him from now on, she would live a good life.
So she gave her a date with a stick, which made her nephew laugh again.
The little nephew's little head was shaking, then he suddenly stopped and looked towards the window: "Second uncle!"
The nanny was startled, and she followed her nephew's gaze and saw cold eyes staring at her through the crack in the window.
"Second...Second Master!" The nanny's legs went weak and she knelt down with a "pop" sound. The little nephew fell to the ground and started crying again.
The wet nurse didn't know how long Zhang Xutang had been looking at her. She only knew that Zhang Xutang's eyes were piercing. When she looked at her, she seemed to be looking at a dead person. She became more and more panicked. She forgot to pick up her little nephew and hurriedly opened the door to apologize.
, kneeling on the ground and saying confusedly.
Zhang Xutang didn't look at her, but said to Xiao Wei: "Let's switch to a wet nurse and take Zihou to my place."
Xiao Wei nodded quickly, passed the nanny kneeling at the door, and went in to hug Zhang Zihou.
Zhang Xutang did not stay here longer, turned around and walked out. Zhang Lin asked in a low voice: "Second Master, is this nanny going to be sold out?"
Zhang Xutang replied without emotion: "Buried alive."
Zhang Lin trembled and said hesitantly: "Second Master, I'm afraid it won't be easy to handle now."
He raised his head slightly and saw Zhang Xutang's terrifying eyes falling on him, which made him shudder: "Second Master, we are doing some errands at home now. There are many people coming and going, and...
There is also a female guest who will enter the backyard at any time, and I'm afraid something will go wrong. It's better to sell it out first and then do anything outside."
Zhang Xutang listened and nodded: "Go and do it."
He had more important things to do and didn't want to waste more time on a wet nurse.
Soon, the group of people walked into the former glass flower room - which was transformed into a dungeon.
Du Lan is still alive, but he was beaten into a puddle of mud - his mouth was too hard, so hard that his whole body was beaten to pieces, and he hadn't even opened his mouth yet.
It was dark and cold in the dungeon. An oil lamp was lit in the corner of the wall, flashing a dim light. Du Lan huddled on the ground, knowing that dead soldiers were standing around him.
The dead soldiers were insensitive and inhumane, and among them were two and a half-year-old children - they were still alive, but their souls had already died, and their bodies and minds were immersed in the Zhang family's stagnant water.
Even the breathing of these people was inconspicuous, like clouds of mist, permeating all around him.
Under this silent gaze, he curled up motionless. His eyes were covered with blood. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was red. When he got up, he couldn't see anything.
Moreover, both legs were broken. The slightest movement would cause severe pain to hit him. The pain made him tremble all over, so it was better not to move.
He closed his eyes and endured the pain. He couldn't tell how much time had passed. Just when he was confused, he heard a heavy sound of a wooden board being pulled apart above his head.