Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 311 Assassin
On the day Prince Xianli was assassinated, Zhao Wangshu went back to his parents' home to visit his sister-in-law Song Yuanqu, who had just been diagnosed with being one and a half months pregnant. "Sister-in-law, congratulations."

Song Yuanqu showed a happy smile. Although her face was a little pale due to pregnancy, her eyes were full of joy, "I can give Xiao Youyou a younger brother."

"Sister-in-law, if you take good care of your baby, you will definitely give birth to a fat boy." Zhao Wangshu knew the importance of boys in this era and echoed her words.

After listening to Zhao Wangshu's words, Song Yuanqu's smile became even brighter, "Thank you, sister-in-law. You must hurry up and have the baby. When the time comes, let Xiao Youyou take the two younger brothers to play."

"Don't rush this, let it take its course." Although Zhao Wangshu is also looking forward to having a child of his own, this is not something that can be rushed.

After she stayed at her parents' house for a whole day, in the evening, Yun Hao, who had promised to pick her up, did not come. Although Zhao Wangshu was surprised, he didn't think much about it.

"Sister-in-law, please come back often when you have time." Song Yuanqu said softly.

"I will, sister-in-law, you also need to take care of yourself." Zhao Wangshu said goodbye to his family and went out to get on the carriage.

On the way, the carriage was stopped by someone, and the coachman asked: "Sir, my young lady is sitting in the carriage. What can I do for you?"

"I was ordered to search for assassins. Please forgive me for any offence, Mrs. Yun." The young leader of the Feng Ji Army said politely.

assassin?

Zhao Wangshu frowned slightly and said, "Open the car door."

She and several maids got off the carriage, and the young leader of the Feng Ji Army saluted her and said hello, and then he glanced sharply at the interior of the carriage.

The carriage is just so wide, so it’s obvious that there’s no room for people to be hidden.

The little boss cupped his hands and said, "Mrs. Yun, I'm sorry to bother you."

"My lord, it's your duty. Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Wangshu smiled gently and held the maid's hand to get into the carriage.

The carriage started again and drove towards Yun Mansion.

On this day, Yun Hao didn't come back very late. When Zhao Wangshu fell asleep in a daze, he felt that

The bed sank slightly, and someone got on the bed.

She opened her eyes slightly, and saw Yun Hao's silhouette in the dim candlelight. "Why did you come back?" She spoke vaguely, and her hand automatically touched Yun Hao's waist.

Yun Hao held her hand and asked with a low smile: "Did I wake you up? There are many things today, so it's a bit late."

"Are you catching an assassin?" Yun Hao didn't come back, and Zhao Wangshu couldn't sleep peacefully.

She yawned and crawled into Yun Hao's arms again, finding a comfortable position to nestle in.

"Well, someone assassinated Prince Xianli." Yun Hao helped her tuck the quilt in.

"There's nothing to assassinate Prince Xianli." Zhao Wangshu didn't think Prince Xianli was worth assassinating.

"The throne has not yet been determined, and any prince is possible. Besides, although Prince Xianli is the third in age, he is now the de facto eldest son. Without a direct descendant, he becomes the most suitable candidate for prince." Yun said. Hao explained.

Zhao Wangshu was silent after hearing this. The power struggle in the palace has always been cruel and ruthless. "Then were you injured? Has the assassin been caught?"

"I'm fine. The assassin escaped. There will be a lockdown in the city these days. It's fine. Don't go out." Yun Hao stroked her back, "Go to sleep."

"You must be careful." Zhao Wangshu yawned.

"Don't worry, I will." Yun Hao placed a kiss on her forehead.

After a good night's sleep, the next day, the sun shines into the room through the window lattice and falls on the ground, forming mottled light and shadow.

Zhao Wangshu rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed. Yun Hao had already gone to the Yamen and rang the bell to call the maid to come in and wait. After washing up and having breakfast, Zhao Wangshu went to the meeting hall to handle the house's internal affairs.

The stewards of the mansion were already waiting there. With respectful faces, they saluted Zhao Wangshu and greeted him.

Zhao Wangshu nodded slightly, motioning for them to excuse themselves, and then got down to business and began to deal with the affairs of the house.

The affairs in the house are trivial and complicated, but she handles them in an orderly manner. Whether it is personnel arrangements or financial arrangements, she seems to be able to do it with ease.

"Are you ready for Xiayuan Festival?" Zhao Wangshu asked.

The steward nodded and replied respectfully: "Reporting to Madam, all the supplies for Xiayuan Festival sacrifices have been prepared."

"I looked at the roster. Many of the servants in the mansion are of marriageable age. Should we consider arranging marriages for them?" Zhao Wangshu also planned to betroth Hong Chang and Lv Zhi to others.

The steward was stunned for a moment, then his face showed joy, and he replied: "Young Madam is really attentive. These young people in the house have indeed reached the age where they should start a family. If Young Madam personally arranges their marriages, they will definitely be very grateful."

Zhao Wangshu smiled slightly, picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, looked at the steward and said: "This is not only a happy event for them, but also a major event for our Yun Mansion. You go and make a list of all the servants of marriageable age. Come out, I want to see it for myself."

The people in the mansion are stable, which is also very helpful to the management of the mansion.

After handling the house's internal affairs, Zhao Wangshu went to the Buddhist hall and asked about Mrs. Yun's daily life and diet.

Although Mrs. Yun spared her the morning and dusk meditation, Zhao Wangshu would go to the Buddhist hall to see Mrs. Yun every once in a while and talk to her.

When Aqi saw her, she clasped her hands and said, "Young madam, please wait a moment, the layman is reciting the Diamond Sutra."

Zhao Wangshu nodded, sat down on the futon beside him, and waited quietly.

After about a cup of tea, Mrs. Yun finished reciting the sutra, "But Wangshu is here?"

"Yes, layman." Ah Qin replied.

"Invite her in." Mrs. Yun said from inside.

Aqi opened the door of the Buddhist hall and said, "Young lady, please."

Zhao Wangshu lifted her skirt and stepped across the threshold and walked into the Buddhist hall. He saw Mrs. Yun wearing a plain cotton gauze dress sitting cross-legged on the futon, with a scripture in front of her, her expression calm and focused.

The sunlight shone on her through the half-opened window, covering her with a soft golden light, which seemed to make her look more sacred and inviolable.

"Mother." Zhao Wangshu stepped forward and put his hands together in salute.

Mrs. Yun raised her head, her eyes fell gently on Zhao Wangshu, "Sit down."

Zhao Wangshu sat down cross-legged and asked with concern: "How is mother these days?"

Mrs. Yun smiled slightly and said, "Everything is fine with me. I chant sutras and recite Buddha's name every day, and my mind is peaceful. You don't need to worry."

Zhao Wangshu talked about some trivial matters in the house, and Mrs. Yun smiled and said, "You handled it very well."

After a pause, he said, "Wang Shu, I am already an outsider. I don't want to be involved in the world of mortals anymore. You can make up your own mind about family matters. There is no need to tell me anymore."

Zhao Wangshu lowered his head and said: "Mom, I will do my best to keep everything in order at home. But sometimes I don't know how to choose."

"Wang Shu, Buddha once said, as long as you have no worries and be content with the situation. Everything in the world has its destiny. You just need to follow your heart and make the choice you think is right." Mrs. Yun said.

"Thank you mother for your teaching."

Mrs. Zhao Wangshu Tingyun talked about Zen principles for a while before getting up and leaving.