mtlumby2d Chapter 404 Planning 2
Chapter 404 Planning 2
"A stopgap measure?" the old lady repeated in a low voice, worry in her eyes.
Wang Shuyan asked anxiously: "Father, how can we find a temporary solution?"
Wang Minzhang exhaled lightly, picked up the tea bowl and put it down again, "Jin'er wrote very simply in her diary, and said that she would not let the family come up with a solution, and asked us to just wait."
Wang Shuyan's throat tightened. It was not a good feeling to let others control his fate. How could a proud and unruly soul like him tolerate such a thing?
"Father, does my second brother know about my niece?"
"I'm thinking about who to send the letter to."
"Should we send a few people over to protect Jin'er?"
"You underestimate your niece. You can't treat her as an ordinary girl.
You don't know that she is actually surrounded by several groups of different people guarding her, so you don't have to worry."
"How many waves?" The old lady asked, her hand holding the handkerchief falling on the table.
Wang Shuyan also subconsciously clenched the teacup, and the tea swayed in the cup, almost spilling out.
"Who are they?"
"There is Yuqing who was sent by the clan to protect her, the Feng sisters were sent by someone with ulterior motives, and Wumei is a loyal guard she chose herself.
Besides, she is in the Pure Land Temple, and the people in the Prince's Mansion will definitely leave someone to protect her."
"Father, is there no other way to deal with this? Can we just wait to be controlled by others!?"
Wang Shuyan's voice was hoarse and his eyes were full of anxiety. "Even if you want to testify, you can find a safe way. Why do you have to become a monk?"
Wang Minzhang looked at his son, his eyes full of fatigue and helplessness: "Yan'er, you have been studying abroad for many years, you should understand that there are some things that are beyond your control.
The fight between the Crown Prince and various forces has reached a fever pitch. Now that the Crown Prince has passed away, either the Eastern Palace will be revived or the Eastern Palace will be replaced."
"Father..." Wang Shuyan wanted to say something.
"You all must remember, what we said today, once it leaves my mouth and enters your ears, just like it is scattered in the wind. There should not be any follow-up. Do you understand?" Wang Minzhang looked serious, his eyes swept over the old lady and Wang Shuyan in turn.
"Don't worry, sir. I never interact with outsiders." The old lady hastily assured.
"Yes! Father, I will remember it." Wang Shuyan promised solemnly.
"Jin'er said that if the situation develops out of control, becoming a monk might be the best way to stop all parties from thinking about it." Wang Minzhang said slowly.
The old lady asked hesitantly, "Do these second-years know?"
Wang Minzhang looked solemn, and set his eyes on his third son.
"It's not safe to write a letter now, and it's inconvenient to send a servant to disclose the news. After the Crown Prince's funeral, you go there in person, and ride a fast horse. Don't attract the attention of the people in the capital. Tell your second brother about our concerns and ask him to find a way to contact Jin'er.
Jin'er is the most filial and will listen to her parents."
"Okay! I understand. Tomorrow is the last day of the funeral, and I will leave early the day after tomorrow. Is there anything you want to bring for my second brother..." Wang Shuyan responded.
The next evening, his father called Wang Shuyan to his study and took out a neatly bound diary with the words "Jin Yi Notes" written neatly on the cover:
"This is Jin'er's diary, which I am giving to your second brother and his wife. Don't disturb any acquaintances on this trip. Stay in rural houses along the way, and be sure to return safely.
Wang Shuyan stood up and took the diary, solemnly promising, "Dad, don't worry!"
Back in the study room at Banshan Garden, Wang Shuyan spread out the rice paper, picked up his brush and wrote a few lines, then called the servant Ah Fu:
"Hand this letter to Wen Bai in person. If there is a reply, bring it back as soon as possible."
Quarter of an hour later, Wen Bai's reply arrived. After reading the note, Wang Shuyan subconsciously tapped the table with one hand and fell into deep thought.
On the white paper, there were a few lines of scribbled writing with the scent of ink: The identity has been verified. I did not get the answer to my doubts after consulting Zhao Chunming, and I am following up to find out more.
At 3:15 on the next day, the gate of Xunyang city opened. Wang Shuyan rode out of the city gate first on horseback. His figure in a green Confucian robe quickly disappeared on the official road.
Five days later, Wang Shuyan, covered in dust, arrived at the outskirts of Shangjing City.
The towering walls of Shangjing City are thick and majestic, the city gates are wide open, and there are crowds of people and the noise of carriages and horses.
He led his chestnut horse and walked quickly into the city, passing through the shops along the streets of the imperial city, shaking off the constant shouting.
Carefully avoid the officials on horseback, the ornately decorated sedan chairs, and the yamen runners patrolling the streets.
He walked with his head down, following the map drawn by his father, heading east along the main street of Zhuque and turning into Wutong Lane.
After passing two luxurious doorheads and walking to the end, you will find a quiet little courtyard. On the lintel is a fired ceramic houseplate that reads No. 12, Wutong Lane, Dangui Street.
Wang Shuyan simply straightened his robe and rang the door knocker. "Knock, knock, knock." The side door opened a crack, and a servant of the Wang family poked his head out and asked:
"who are you looking for?"
Before he finished speaking, he recognized the person and said in surprise, "Oh, isn't this the Third Young Master? Come in quickly."
As he opened the door and gave instructions to the people behind him, Wang Shuyan handed the horse to the doorman and stepped into the gate of No. 12 Wutong Lane.
There were hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the study, and Wang Shuli hurried out to greet them.
He had come to the capital to prepare for the next spring exam, and suddenly saw his third brother coming, his heart tightened.
From afar, I saw that although my third brother looked exhausted, it didn't seem like there had been any misfortune at home. I felt relieved and my steps became steadier.
After the brothers greeted each other, they entered the study. Before his second brother could ask, Wang Shuyan said solemnly:
"Second brother, my father sent me here..."
He paused and took a deep breath, "Jin'er, the prince entrusted me with his care before his death. I am now in the Pure Land Temple a hundred miles outside of Shangjing City."
Wang Shuli's hands trembled suddenly when he heard this, and he didn't even notice the scalding hot tea spilling on his hands. His face turned pale in an instant, and he asked anxiously:
"What did you say? How did Jin'er... get involved with the Crown Prince?"
His eyes were filled with shock and worry.
Wang Shuyan quickly opened the bag he was carrying and pushed Wang Jinyi's diary in front of his second brother:
“This is the detailed record Jin Er recorded before and after the incident, as well as her speculations. She has thought about how to deal with it.
Second brother, father wants you to find a way to contact Jin'er and pay attention to the child. You can't let her face such a big thing alone!"
Wang Shuli picked up the diary with trembling hands, slowly opened it, and eagerly scanned the lines of handwriting.
The study was silent, with only the rustling sound of papers turning...
The Pure Land Temple is well-known for promoting Buddhism, and holds regular Buddhist lectures on the first and fifteenth day of every month.
On the third day after the prince's funeral, Wang Jinyi, holding a Buddhist scripture and followed by a group of people, went straight to the main hall where the lecture was held.
In front of the temple gate, devout believers had already started queuing up to walk into the hall. Wang Jinyi hurried to catch up with the team, and suddenly someone followed closely behind him.
Wang Jinyi casually glanced at the people around him and saw two familiar faces.
The mother looked at her daughter walking between Zhu Yu and Yu Qing, her throat rolling violently, her eyes filled with tears as if choked by incense ash...