Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 370 Safety
After Yun Hao finished interrogating Jia Ji, he also obtained the confessions of Ying Cheng and others. The number of officials confessed by Ying Cheng and others was not as many as that of Jia Ji.

Of course, this does not mean that they have concealed something. After all, among the people they confessed, there are overlaps and some people who have never appeared on Jia Ji's list. But the officials confessed by Ying Cheng and others are all corrupt. They either take advantage of their positions to accept bribes or abuse their power to oppress the people. Yun Hao carefully compared their confessions with Jia Ji's confession, and then made a long list of names, ready to hand them over to the emperor.

As for the spies from Beidi, only Jiaoxiao should know the whole picture.

Yun Hao was not in a hurry to interrogate Jiao Xiao. He asked his men to interrogate the other four women while he went home to visit his wife and children.

Last night, he did not allow Prince Rong the opportunity to send out a signal flare, thus avoiding a major disturbance in the capital, but he asked Zhong Sheng to take precautions in advance, which must have alarmed Zhao Wangshu.

He had to go back in person and let Zhao Wangshu see him, only then would she feel at ease.

Zhong Sheng strictly followed Yun Hao's instructions and closed the door tightly. It took Yun Hao some time to knock on the door and enter the mansion.

He saw Zhao Wangshu from a distance, holding his son, standing at the gate of the courtyard. He walked a few steps quickly and called softly, "Madam."

When Zhao Wangshu saw him, the worry in his eyes instantly disappeared. He came up to him holding the child and looked him up and down, "Yun Hao, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yun Hao touched his son's little face, "Little boy, do you miss your daddy?"

The little guy half-closed his eyes, felt his father's touch, opened his big eyes and looked at him, as if trying to identify who he was.

"This is daddy. Daddy is back. Are you happy, little Yuer? If you are happy, just smile." Zhao Wangshu said softly.

The little guy understood what his mother said and actually gave a toothless smile.

"This little brat is quite smart." Yun Hao tapped his little nose.

"Of course, it doesn't matter whose son he is." Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

"Thank you for your compliment, Madam." Yun Hao smiled, put his arm around her shoulders, and walked into the courtyard together. "Madam, you have worked hard. You have to take care of your son and manage the household. I am ashamed of you."

"You're talking nonsense again." Zhao Wangshu glared at him. "We are husband and wife. We share the same fate. Why should we distinguish between you and me? By the way, what happened last night?"

"Prince Rong was about to start a rebellion, but I noticed it in time and arranged the men to eliminate Prince Rong in one fell swoop." Yun Hao briefly explained what happened last night.

"My husband is so amazing." Zhao Wangshu praised with a smile on her face.

Entering the east room, Zhao Wangshu put his son on the big kang by the window and said, "Go take a bath. I'll help you."

"I'm not injured." Yun Hao knew what she meant and took her hand. "I won't trouble you, Madam."

"But I want to help you wash. You haven't slept all night. Wouldn't it be nice if I could massage you to make you feel better?" Zhao Wangshu asked in a tender voice.

"I'm afraid I can't help it." Yun Hao leaned close to her ear and said with a wicked smile.

Zhao Wangshu stretched out his hand and twisted his waist, glancing at him seductively, "It's not impossible."

"No, you have to rest for a hundred days." Yun Hao cared about her health.

Zhao Wangshu smiled sweetly as she knew her husband loved her. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Yun Hao on the cheek. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yun Hao nodded, let go of her hand, and turned to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was steaming hot, Yun Hao took off his clothes, stepped into the tub, closed his eyes, and felt the hot water wash away his tired body.

Although the battle last night went smoothly, it also consumed a lot of his energy. Now that he relaxed, he felt his body tired.

After washing away his fatigue and the smell of blood, Yun Hao changed into clean clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

In the east room, Zhao Wangshu was sitting on the big kang by the window, holding his son in his arms. He had a book in his hand and was reading softly to his son.

The little guy seemed to enjoy the sound of his mother reading. His pair of bright black eyes stared at Zhao Wangshu's face, and he occasionally made babbling sounds, as if responding to his mother.

Yun Hao walked over and sat next to Zhao Wangshu. He put his arm around her waist, rested his chin on her shoulder, and asked softly, "Was my son good last night?"

"He was very well behaved. He didn't cry or make a fuss. He fell asleep right after he finished his feeding." Zhao Wangshu paused for a moment. "The nurse was restless. I chased her away yesterday and want to get him a new one."

"You are in charge of matters in the mansion." Yun Hao didn't care about the fact that Zhao Wangshu drove away the wet nurse, and he didn't even ask the reason. He trusted Zhao Wangshu immensely.

Zhao Wangshu looked up at him, a faint smile appeared on his lips, and he stuffed the book and his son into his hands, "Hold him and study."

"Where are you going?" Yun Hao looked at Zhao Wangshu, his eyes full of nervousness.

Zhao Wangshu chuckled and said, "I'm not going anywhere. I'll just sit here."

As she spoke, she took the pillow and put it behind her, then leaned there, looking at the father and son tenderly.

Yun Hao held his son in his arms, turning the pages of a book and reciting lines of poetry in his deep and pleasant voice. The little baby nestled in his arms, with his big round eyes open, looking at his father curiously and making babbling sounds from time to time, as if responding to him.

Zhao Wangshu listened quietly, his eyes full of love.

Outside the window, the sun shines in obliquely, adding a bit of warmth to the quiet room. Yun Hao's voice is low and magnetic, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, gurgling and making people feel peaceful.

Yun Hao recited a few poems and then looked down. His son was full of energy. He stared at him with his little mouth wide open, revealing a toothless smile.

Zhao Wangshu closed his eyes and fell asleep, which showed that she was worried about him and did not sleep well last night.

Yun Hao gently put down the book in his hand, carefully placed his son on the other side of the kang, took a thin blanket, and gently placed it on Zhao Wangshu's body.

Zhao Wangshu's breathing was even and peaceful, with a faint smile on her face. Yun Hao came back, and she slept soundly.

Yun Hao picked up his son and walked out, whispering to the maid, "Young Madam has fallen asleep, please keep your voices down and don't worry her."

After leaving the room, Yun Hao carried his son to the back garden. Although the two-month-old kid didn't know how to appreciate things, it didn't stop his father from teaching him, "This is a tree, this is a flower, this is a butterfly..."

The little guy twisted his little body in Yunhao's arms, as if he wanted to see the trees, flowers, and butterflies his father had mentioned.
But he was still young, so Yun Hao didn't dare to hold him upright. He held up his little head with one hand and hugged his little body with the other, for fear of hurting him.

The little guy is growing up well, fair and tender, and as cute as a glutinous rice dumpling.
After walking around for a while, the sun came out. Yun Hao was afraid that his son would get sunburned, so he carried him back to the yard. Just as he reached the hanging flower gate, Lan Fen hurried over and said, "Sir, someone from the prison has come to report something."

Yun Hao frowned. He had originally planned to have breakfast with Zhao Wangshu before returning to the prison. But now he had no choice but to return to the prison first. After handing his son to Luzhi, he left in a hurry.