The Female Assistant of Wei Yuyan Shuangfei

After Song Zhen drove away in his carriage, the guard at the door saw Yan Shuang and came forward with joy.

"Master!"

The guard bowed and saluted, then looked at Zhao Zhen and said, "Master Zhao."

He did not know Zhao Zhen's true identity, because only a few masters in the entire Yan Mansion knew it. After all, Zhao Zhen's identity was too sensitive.

He used the pseudonym "Zhao Zhen" when he came to Yan Mansion in the past, but his real name was Zhao, with the given name Pu.

"Is father in the house?"

"Sir, the Marquis has just returned from the army and is now in the mansion." The guard leaned over and said.

Yan Shuang nodded when he heard this, and led Zhao Zhen into the Yan Mansion through the side door. After passing the screen wall, they saw a plaque with the words "Ding'an Marquis Mansion" coming into view.

"Marquis Yan is still so low-key. If he were an ordinary person, he would have replaced this plaque long ago." Zhao Zhen joked.

"It's just a plaque. My father is still nostalgic. After all, the plaque at the door was handwritten by my grandfather." Yan Shuang agreed with a smile.

Although this plaque of "Marquis Ding'an Mansion" was bestowed by the late emperor, given the current momentum of the Yan family, it cannot withstand the pressure of these four words.

Yan Shuang knew clearly what his father was planning. If he really wanted to hang up the plaque, according to the Law of the Song Dynasty, civil officials would have to get off their sedan chairs and military officials would have to get off their horses.

This seemingly dazzling gift is actually a poison that penetrates the intestines and will slowly consume the Yan family and make them the target of public criticism.

Just as the two of them passed through the screen wall, a child about three or four years old excitedly shouted at Yan Shuang: "Uncle! Uncle, you are back."

This person was Yan Shuang's second brother from the same mother, Yan Shi, the eldest son of Yan Ping, who later became the prime minister of the Song Dynasty.

"Young Master! Slow down."

The maids and old women came up with worried looks on their faces, fearing that the little girl would fall.

But when they saw Yan Shuang, they all bowed and said, "Greetings, Young Master, and Young Master Zhao."

"Yeah!~"

Yan Shuang nodded, then leaned over and touched the little guy's head, and asked softly, "Shi'er! Did you do your homework well? Uncle will test you later."

Yan Shi blinked his harmless eyes, turned around, and said with a smile: "Uncle, you can teach and test as you like. Shi'er will know it."

"Oh! Then uncle will come to find you soon."

As Yan Shuang spoke, he patted the little guy's butt and urged him, "Go play somewhere else. Uncle and Young Master Zhao still have to go see Grandfather."

"Shi'er respectfully sends off your uncle and Uncle Zhao." Yan Shi stroked his hands and said.

Zhao Zhen was also amused by Yan Shuang's behavior. Looking at Yan Shuang's departing back, Zhao Zhen hurriedly leaned over and asked, "Are you planning to do something bad again and trick your uncle?"

"Shi'er doesn't understand what Uncle Zhao says. I'm still young." Yan Shi said with a confused look in his eyes.

"You! You must have been holding it in." Zhao Zhen said and quickly followed.

When the two figures disappeared into the corridor, Yan Shi's expression changed, and he quickly called a maid and whispered, "Go find grandma and tell her that uncle is back."

"But young master, the eldest son wants to test your studies, and there's nothing we can do even if we ask the old lady for help!"

"Who said that."

Yan Shi smiled frivolously and said, "I heard from my grandmother the other day that she is looking for an aunt for my uncle. If I don't let my uncle get entangled in worldly affairs, I will definitely not get any good results. You go quickly."

"Yes! I'll go right away." The maid replied helplessly.

Yan Shuang had just led Zhao Zhen through the corridor when Wen Hua, who was outside the study, saw their figures at a glance.

"Greetings, Young Master Zhao." Wen Hua hurriedly came forward and bowed to greet him.

"Yeah!" Yan Shuang nodded.

Now that he saw Wen Hua outside the door, he knew that his father must be in the study.

As expected, a full-throated question came from the study: "But Shuang'er is back?"

“Squeak!~”

The door of the study slowly opened, Yan Shuang stepped forward, bowed and said, "Son greets father."

The middle-aged man on the armchair raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the two of them. Although he looked a little old, his eyes were still full of life.

He had the rage of a veteran in the battlefield, but he did not conceal it at all, which made people feel inexplicably chilled when they saw him.

This person is none other than Yan Qing, Marquis Ding'an of the current Song Dynasty.

"When did you come back?" Yan Qing glanced at Zhao Zhen while speaking and nodded as a greeting.

"Reporting to father, I just returned home."

"Just returned home?"

Yan Qing's expression froze. He looked at the two people's dusty clothes and asked in confusion, "Why didn't you send Mr. Zhao back first after you came back?"

"Father! Rong Bin."

Yan Shuang stroked his hand and said, "It's a long story... From the time we went to Wuzhou and arrived at Xuantian Temple, we were hunted down... Zhang Qing, the commander of the Ministry of Punishment, died protecting us... If no one helped us, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to return to the capital."

The two looked at each other, and some words naturally could not be explained. How Zhang Qing died was no longer important, and Zhao Zhen did not want to implicate innocent people.

Otherwise, once Zhang Qing was implicated as an accomplice, not only would Zhang Qing's nine clans be in danger, but the extermination of three clans would be a foregone conclusion.

The matter of Laigu County could not be discussed either. After all, Xie Tingwen would be a close official in the future. If he was exposed too early, it would be difficult for him to protect himself with his current position.

With this in mind, the two of them compared their statements along the way, saying only those things they could say and choosing to forget all that they could not say.

"Bang!~"

Hearing a loud noise, Yan Qing angrily slammed the table and said coldly: "Who is so bold as to even dare to kill the people from the Ministry of Punishment?"

"My son has also had this matter thoroughly investigated, and they are all a bunch of assassins. There is no clue at all."

At this moment, Yan Qing had already stood up, walked in front of Zhao Zhen and looked him up and down, then walked in front of Yan Shuang and touched him.

After confirming that both of them were unharmed, he felt relieved and said, "I'm glad you're all right. I'll report this to the authorities later. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

"Yes, father." Yan Shuang bowed his head.

Zhao Zhen, who had been silent for a long time, saw that the time was almost up, so he interrupted and said, "Lord Yan! I don't trust the people from the Ministry of Punishment. Please arrange someone to escort me to the palace."

Although Zhao Zhen spoke calmly, having been in officialdom for a long time, he instantly understood the deep meaning of the other party's words. What did he mean by not trusting the Ministry of Punishment? He meant not trusting the Second Prince.

Thinking back to what Yan Shuang had said before, Yan Qing instantly realized that the person who could take action against the Ministry of Punishment could only be him, and he was the only one who had such a motive.

"Okay! You guys go down and wash up first. I will have my personal guards escort you back to the palace later."

Zhao Zhen thanked them and followed Yan Shuang out of the study. After the two left, Wen Hua received the order from the Marquis and quickly assembled the guards.

Originally, Yan Qing wanted to ask his personal guards to send him off, but then he thought that if he did not show up, it would easily arouse the other party's suspicion, so he finally took the carriage and took Zhao Zhen back to the palace.