Rebirth of the Merchant Woman's Revenge

Wang Zhuo had been with Hu Ziping for some time and knew that Hu Ziping was usually impatient and rarely did things that required thinking.

So, he was not in a hurry, but explained slowly,

"Chief Hu, the fifth prince was killed when he went to look for his uncle. It is unusual for the eleventh prince to return to his maternal home at this time with such fanfare."

"Hmph, there's nothing unusual about this. As long as we take action, there is nothing we can't accomplish." Hu Ziping didn't care.

He thought what Wang Zhuo meant was that the Eleventh Prince must have brought a lot of people with him when he returned to the Si Mansion this time, and there might be many people protecting him secretly.

However, Wang Zhuo shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Chief Hu. After all, there is a great possibility that the person in the sedan chair is not the Eleventh Prince at all. This is a trap."

The people this trap was intended to catch were Chief Hu and his men.

After hearing this, Hu Ziping's heart skipped a beat. He realized that he had been reckless and had not thought of this possibility.

Even if the Dali Temple turned the capital upside down, they would not find anything. In this case, they would definitely think of other ways to lure me out.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your advice." Hu Ziping immediately apologized to Wang Zhuo. He was indeed reckless just now.

Moreover, when he spoke, due to his haste, he lost the proper respect.

Wang Zhuo smiled naively, patted Hu Ziping on the shoulder, and then said, "Let everyone be more careful, and try to reduce contact with outsiders. If you really need to get information, try to let the locals go. Do you understand?"

After all, the people who came here all had a very strong Beiyan accent, and anyone who listened carefully could tell it.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Wang Zhuo's consideration was correct.

"Yes, I understand." Hu Ziping said, clasped his fists again and then quickly turned around and left.

Ji Ping watched everything from the side and felt that it would be a pity if he missed this opportunity, so he asked in confusion,

"Master, if this is not a trap, wouldn't it be difficult for us to encounter such a good opportunity again?"

"Ji Ping, I've told you many times that the more important the matter, the more cautious you should be, otherwise you might lose everything."

Wang Zhuo spoke earnestly, "There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary. How could the Eleventh Prince leave us such a good opportunity, unless it is something very important.

But even if it was something important, he could have asked Simaode to meet him in the palace. Why would he risk running outside the palace himself? "

After all, the capital city is now in uproar over the murder of the fifth prince, and it is impossible for the eleventh prince not to know about it.

"Yes, master is right. I was too impatient." Ji Ping immediately understood and apologized.

"Okay, go ahead. We don't need to start with the Eleventh Prince as our next target. Let the foolish Sixth Prince go first."

Wang Zhuo lowered his head and thought for a while before giving instructions to Ji Ping.

After hearing this, Ji Ping immediately perked up, "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."

"Remember, the key people among you should not go in and out too frequently. If you need to pass a message, find a servant with no special features to do it."

When Ji Ping turned around and was about to leave, Wang Zhuo reminded him again.

"Yes, sir." Ji Ping agreed, and when he went out, he happened to meet Wang Yucheng who had just returned home.

"Ji Ping, what's going on? Why don't I recognize any of the servants at home?" Wang Yucheng asked casually with some frustration.

Ji Ping quickly bent down and replied, "Master, the master sent all the previous servants to the residence of the third prince. These are all newly recruited."

"The quality is not good. They can't do anything, but they act like big shots. How can they get things done?" Wang Yucheng asked again with a complaint.

Ji Ping naturally couldn't answer this question. Just as he was hesitating about how to start, Wang Zhuo had already raised his voice in the room and asked Wang Yucheng to come in.

Wang Zhuo had also heard the conversation between Wang Yucheng and Ji Ping, so when Wang Yucheng came in, he said with some displeasure, "What time is it now? Why are you still paying attention to these trivial matters every day? What is the situation in the court?"

"The court? What could happen in the court? It's the same things that happen every day." Wang Yucheng replied without thinking.

He sat down on the chair, picked up the grapes on the table and started eating them.

"Tsk..." Wang Zhuo frowned in disappointment, looking at his good-for-nothing son. He seemed to be of no use at all.

"I heard about the fifth prince. Didn't your colleagues discuss this matter? Or were they affected?" Wang Zhuo could only remind Wang Yucheng.

"Oh, that's what father was talking about. I've heard about it, too, but my colleagues aren't that bored and didn't discuss it much."

Wang Yucheng did not stop eating grapes while talking. He ate several grapes in a short while and spit out all the grape seeds and skins.

Wang Zhuo frowned after hearing this. With such a big thing happening, it was impossible for those people not to discuss it. The reason why Wang Yucheng said this might be that those people had begun to suspect the Third Prince or himself, so they were avoiding Wang Yucheng.

Thanks to my age, I really thought that no one had discussed this.

"Go, go, go back to your yard. Don't let me see you these two days. I'll be annoyed when I see you." Wang Zhuo waved his hands at Wang Yucheng, as if to tell him to leave.

Wang Yucheng was not surprised. "Okay, then I won't come to pay my respects to father in the next two days. I will come over the day after tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but then he came back and took the plate of grapes on the table and said, "Father, I'll take this away. Yours is much more delicious than the ones I have."

Without waiting for Wang Zhuo to get angry again, he took away another plate of peaches.

Wang Zhuo was so angry that he was about to have a seizure. How could he have raised a son like this who didn't know how to read people's cues?

Maybe he fell down and hit his head when he was a kid.

Or maybe he took after his mother.

Before he could think any more, Sun Xingzhi came outside the house again to ask for a meeting.

Wang Zhuo quickly suppressed his emotions and asked Sun Xingzhi to come in quickly.

"Greetings, sir." After Sun Xingzhi came in, he greeted Wang Zhuo first, then said, "Sir, um, the Third Prince..."

Before he spoke, the expression on his face had already become very conflicted, and in the end he only said a few words before he couldn't go on.