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Chapter 86, My Wife Gave Birth
Chapter 87, Chapter 86: My Wife Gave Birth (Fifth Update, Please Subscribe!)
On the way back to the city.
Fang Yanping had used the medicine that Li Xuanqing always carried, and his internal energy flowed much smoother.
The Demon Suppression Division has been killing demons for many years and has accumulated a lot of demon materials. They have made great achievements in the art of alchemy and even have an alchemy room inside.
"I wonder what Qian Boda is doing right now?"
Ren Qingshan looked at Li Xuanqing and asked leisurely.
Qian Boda, the head of the Qian family, was once a fourth-rank commander of the Demon Suppression Division, a late-stage expert in internal organs, and a powerful figure who held sway over the Qian family's century-old legacy.
After reviewing everything, Ren Qingshan put himself in the Qian family's shoes: the fourth prince's struggle for the throne meant they were inevitably involved with the Divine Dragon Sect; the elders were retired, the second generation hadn't yet reached the level of commander, and the old family was large, with various bloodlines and vested interests involved—
A typical case of "big company disease".
Once a family is formed, it is like a cancer cell, possessing its own will, and can only reproduce forward without retreating, until it completely exhausts its life force.
Li Xuanqing's heart suddenly tightened.
"I don't know. They're probably still trying to find a way to cut ties with the Divine Dragon Cult."
He paused, then quickly added, "Although I was once mentored by Mr. Qian, that was a personal favor. Now, for the greater good, I cannot afford to fail."
Brother, we're on the same side, don't mess with me!
Fang Yanping immediately smiled and reassured him, "Brother Xuanqing, don't worry. You made a great contribution today, and I will certainly recommend you for credit in the memorial I submit."
At this point, he began to seek stability.
With the Qian family's power waning, how to handle the remaining mess is a test of his wisdom.
Ren Qingshan gave Li Xuanqing a look that said, "I understand you, don't worry," and calmly said, "What I mean is, when cleaning up the mess, we should try to minimize deaths and reduce the disruption to people's lives. However, Qian Boda is the Fourth Prince's man, or at least benefits from the Fourth Prince's influence, so Lord Fang—you're in a difficult position."
A county magistrate is a minor official position.
It looks like a meat sandwich.
Fang Yanping nodded solemnly.
The Qian family's back garden.
A carrier pigeon arrived quickly and landed in the hand of an elderly man with white hair.
He untied the letter tube from the carrier pigeon's leg, took out the note inside, glanced at it, his worry deepened, and he sighed as he got up.
They walked slowly toward the ancestral hall.
After lighting three sticks of incense and respectfully paying respects to his ancestors, Qian Boda looked at the memorial tablets above him and tears streamed down his face.
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The Qian family's century-old legacy is likely doomed today!
My grandfather rose from humble beginnings, followed Emperor Wu in raising an army, conquered the world, and eventually became a General of the Cavalry, a third-rank official.
My father bought houses and land, worked hard, and accumulated a huge fortune. Unfortunately, he was limited by his martial arts talent and could only reach the Jade Marrow stage. In middle age, he indulged in wine and women and died of a stroke.
He started from the Demon Suppression Division, went through intrigue and bloodshed, made many contributions, and finally landed safely and retired to his hometown.
The elders and collateral relatives of the family, though not particularly skilled in martial arts, enjoyed luxury and were involved in business and land acquisition. While they occasionally bullied men and women, their actions were generally harmless.
Your Majesty—the Qian family has been wronged!
How can the struggle for the throne be blamed on my Qian family!
Wiping away his tears, Qian Boda carefully put away the ancestral tablets, mounted a fast horse, and led ten attendants, each laden with gold and silver treasures, and galloped away.
I'm going to Beijing to file a complaint!
It would be best to meet the Emperor!
The Qian family has been wronged! Truly wronged!
Ren Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the tall city walls of the county town in the distance.
They're finally back.
There's a sense of happiness, like surviving a disaster.
I want a vacation, I want my wife and kids in a warm bed, I want hot pot, I want poached chicken, I also want to listen to music in a brothel, I want to be lulled to sleep by a woman with a heart for the world, or even just the two of those things.
"Qingshan, I've been thinking about this all the way here. Qian Boda is probably going to the prefectural city and the capital to smooth things over and try to suppress this matter."
"For him, this is the best way to survive."
Fang Yanping frowned, looking preoccupied.
Ren Qingshan glanced at him, sniffed, and said, "I didn't need to save you, you good-for-nothing. Why don't you take the blame yourself?"
withstand!
My wife gave birth.
Hearing this, Fang Yanping was both amused and exasperated, looking at him with a mixture of helplessness and guilt: "Then—why don't you go and come back quickly?"
"You should first write a memorial to the emperor, and once it's finished, it will reach his ears."
"Send more troops to guard the Qian family's residence, awaiting the imperial decree!"
"You don't need to worry about anything else. There's nothing you can do about it anyway. Oh, and your two best friends, if you're still worried, you can write to them and ask."
Ren Qingshan suddenly realized that he was becoming subtly dependent on him, and he shivered inwardly, but still gave him directions.
Fang Yanping is a bit blinded by his own involvement. He can handle small matters, but he can't see the big picture. No wonder he's only a seventh-rank county magistrate all these years.
In feudal society, regardless of right or wrong, the emperor always had the final say.
His integrity, his sense of righteousness, and his concern for the country and its people all had to give way to political interests.
Fang Yanping was enlightened by these simple and blunt words. Just as he was about to thank them, he saw Ren Qingshan wave his hand and leave.
Uh.
"Brother Qingshan, you truly have the demeanor of a martial arts prodigy."
Listening to their conversation, Li Xuanqing smiled without changing his expression and said, "You can't even control a local official?"
Fang Yanping waved his hand and said with a wry smile, "I am indeed not as good as him."
He secretly glanced down at Li Xuanqing again—how dare he sow discord! What a despicable person!
"Master, you're back!"
Old Li, the gatekeeper, greeted him excitedly. Ren Qingshan strode in and saw Ren Yaohui still on duty at the warehouse entrance, standing at his post. He was quite tanned, but looked even more capable. After thinking for a moment, he instructed him, "Go to the county government and ask Fang Yanping to return the gold and silver I seized this time."
I was in such a hurry that I almost forgot about it.
The confiscation of the Qian family's property is another matter; this gold and silver is my own seizure, and I will not take a single penny away!
Ren Yaohui was slightly taken aback, but accepted the order and quickly left.
Covered in blood, Ren Qingshan closed the outer courtyard gate, quickly took off his clothes, grabbed a bucket of well water, and splashed it all over himself to wash off the blood—he couldn't be covered in a murderous aura if he wanted to see his child.
"master----"
Hearing the commotion in the courtyard, Xingji quickly ran out, followed by Lu Qingyi and Jin Xiulan. The three of them were stunned when they saw this scene. Lu Qingyi turned around hurriedly, her face flushed, and covered her eyes, but she had already seen it in a fleeting glance.
Jin Xiulan was also somewhat embarrassed. She turned around nonchalantly and hurriedly went into the room, speechless and at a loss for words.
Xing'er wanted to laugh but dared not, and stubbornly held it in.
"Have you seen enough? Go get me a new outfit."
As long as I'm thick-skinned, I won't be the one embarrassed—by the way, did my future mother-in-law actually see it?
Tsk.
It's a truly embarrassing scene.
After quickly taking a shower, drying himself off, and getting dressed, Ren Qingshan used his inner energy to dry his entire body, tidied his hair, and walked towards the main hall. He didn't change his expression after entering the hall, pretending that nothing had happened. He casually greeted the two people before going into the inner bedroom.
The air was filled with the distinctive, slightly fishy smell of newborns.
Xiao Cui lay on the bed, her face flushed.
A wrinkled baby, wrapped up tightly, was sleeping peacefully nearby.
"How old was he when he started calling me 'Dad'?"
Ren Qingshan asked Tao Ji, "It's my first time being a father, and I really have no experience."
Holy crap, I have a son! And he's my own flesh and blood!
They're not those trashy brothers who had rich godfathers but no money.
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