Leng Yusheng glanced coldly at Pan Ziye. He actually dared to take responsibility, wasn't he afraid of being crushed to death?
Jia Peng was overjoyed and breathed a long sigh of relief. He quickly got up and bowed to Pan Ziye in thanks, "Thank you, Young Marquis. With your words, I can be at ease. Otherwise, I would have been anxious to death and driven mad!
"I'm not afraid to be laughed at, but just now I felt like I saw my own death."
He had a moment where he felt he was doomed, and his death was imminent.
"Lord Jia, please don't be like this. It won't do if you're like this... Come, let me pour you a cup of tea to calm your nerves." Pan Ziye showed a sympathetic expression, got up, and went to pour tea for Jia Peng.
As Jia Peng sat back down, Pan Ziye returned with the tea.
"Thank you." Jia Peng took the teacup, took a sip, and immediately praised, "Good tea! The tea here at Young Duke's place is indeed good, worthy of being imperial tribute tea!"
Leng Ziye's tea was not the tea distributed by the Dali Temple. It was tribute tea from the Emperor, brought from his own home, so it was extremely delicious. Even as cold tea, one could taste the rich tea fragrance.
"I'm glad Lord Jia likes it," Leng Yusheng replied indifferently.
After Pan Ziye sat back down, Jia Peng asked, "Have you heard? Not only was the Chang family robbed last night, but Chang Qing's residence on Sanyuan Street also caught fire. The fire was immense. By the time the fire was extinguished, nothing was left."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yusheng and Pan Ziye both shook their heads.
"I haven't heard about this... Chang Qing is too unlucky! Not only was his main residence completely looted, but another residence was also burned to the ground!" Pan Ziye sighed, "Is he possessed by the God of Misfortune!"
"Do you know the cause of the fire at that residence?" Leng Ziye asked Jia Peng, his focus completely different from Pan Ziye's.
"I don't know," Jia Peng shook his head.
"Did Chang Qing ask you to send people to investigate the cause of the fire at that residence?" Leng Yusheng asked again.
"No. Chang Qing came today and didn't mention the fire at his residence at all. He only talked about his home being looted... I heard about the fire at his residence from the people below on my way to your place," Jia Peng shook his head again.
Leng Yusheng chuckled in his heart. Chang Qing indeed didn't dare to report the case or let the Dali Temple investigate, fearing that the secrets he hid in his Sanyuan Street residence would be discovered.
Suddenly, a guard ran into the room, bowed respectfully to Leng Yusheng, Jia Peng, and the others, and reported, "Lord Jia, Lord Leng, Lord Pan, someone from the palace has arrived, saying the Emperor has an imperial decree, ordering you to immediately enter the palace to see His Majesty."
"It's over! The Emperor must be calling us to ask about the progress of the national treasury theft case!" Jia Peng's face changed drastically, looking as if he had lost his parents.
If they told the Emperor that there was no progress in the case, the Emperor would surely be furious, and then they would be in trouble.
"Lord Jia, don't worry. Let Yusheng handle it then. Facing the Emperor, let him explain to the Emperor, and answer whatever the Emperor asks," Pan Ziye immediately comforted Jia Peng, pointing at Leng Yusheng and laughing, with a look that said, "My friend, you've worked hard."
Leng Yusheng immediately shot him a glare. What bad friends he had made!
"Young Duke..." Jia Peng cast a pleading look at Leng Yusheng.
Leng Yusheng nodded slightly, agreeing.
Jia Peng was overjoyed, relieved, and his complexion instantly improved.
"Thank you, Young Duke." Jia Peng bowed gratefully, truly grateful to Leng Yusheng from the bottom of his heart. He had saved himself.
He also had to thank Pan Ziye. If it weren't for his suggestion, Leng Yusheng would never have proactively offered to take over and face the Emperor to help him.
"And thank you, Young Earl!" Jia Peng turned and bowed to Pan Ziye as well.
"Lord Jia, you're too kind. Let's go. It won't be good if we make the Emperor wait," Pan Ziye said, standing up.
Jia Peng nodded, and Leng Yusheng also stood up.
The three of them walked out together, the guards following behind them and leaving...
...
As noon approached, the scorching sun was almost directly overhead, and the weather was getting hotter.
Even though the front curtain and the side window curtains of the carriage were all drawn, the person sitting inside the carriage still felt extremely stuffy.
"Yue'er, it's almost noon. Do we still have to continue traveling? When can we stop?"
Yang Wanqian, sitting in the carriage, wiped the sweat from her forehead and cheeks and asked her sister-in-law, who was driving the carriage in front.
"Let's travel a bit longer. I plan to stop where there's a river, so it will be convenient to make lunch by the river," Huangfu Yue turned back to look at Yang Wanqian in the carriage.
She had already asked Xiao Hei to look for a river. It shouldn't be long before there was news. Xiao Hei flew so fast, he should be able to find a river soon.
She just hoped the river wasn't too far.
"Fourth Sister-in-law, are you tired and want to stop and rest? Or are you hungry and want to eat?" she asked with a gentle tone of concern.
Yang Wanqian gently shook her head, "Neither. Sitting in the carriage doesn't make me tired, and I'm not hungry since I had breakfast before we set off. It's just that it's so stuffy in the carriage, I can't stand it." As she spoke, she fanned herself.
Seeing this, the wet nurse and maids serving her quickly fanned her together.
"You don't need to fan me. I'll find something to blow wind to cool Fourth Sister-in-law."
Huangfu Yue said kindly, and at the same time, instructed the space to find a cordless electric fan with a super large battery from the supermarket and send it out to her.
She remembered seeing cordless electric fans in the supermarket.
Yang Wanqian and the others were curious about what she was going to find to blow wind and cool Yang Wanqian, when they saw Huangfu Yue suddenly holding a strange-looking object they had never seen before.
The space had sent out the electric fan.
"Yue'er, what is this?" Yang Wanqian asked with extreme curiosity.
The wet nurse serving Yang Wanqian, the two maids, and Ying'er, who was sitting next to Huangfu Yue, were all full of curiosity, staring intently at the electric fan in Huangfu Yue's hands, examining and studying it.
"This is an electric fan, a machine that can blow wind. Turn on the switch, and it can blow wind to cool people down," Huangfu Yue said and looked at Ying'er, "Ying'er, please drive the carriage for me."
She had already taught Ying'er how to drive a carriage.
"Okay." Ying'er immediately took the reins and whip handed over by Huangfu Yue, allowing Huangfu Yue to leave the driver's seat.
Huangfu Yue got up and entered the carriage, found a suitable place to put the electric fan, and then turned on the switch. The electric fan immediately started working, blowing cool air...
"So refreshing!" Yang Wanqian immediately sighed with comfort.
"This electric fan is so magical, it can continuously blow wind, like a wind bag," she said with surprise, reaching out to touch the electric fan with great interest, trying to find where it "stored wind."
The wet nurse and the maids also found it extremely amazing and were very interested in the electric fan, wanting to reach out and touch it, but they dared not, so they could only stare intently at the electric fan with their eyes.
Huangfu Yue wanted to tell Yang Wanqian that there was no wind bag that "stored wind" and explain the reason why the electric fan could blow wind, but she thought it would be a bit troublesome to explain, so she let Yang Wanqian research it slowly.