The atmosphere in the imperial capital has been quite strange these days.
Everyone is silent.
But everyone knows that it is the calm before the storm.
Su Mu was seriously injured and hid in Zhujia Yongle Hall. No one knew the news.
Qi Jiaming died in Dongyang, and his body was returned to the Qi family.
In Neihai, Su Yunkai was still on the phone with the head of the Qi family.
"Qi Chengyuan, do you know what you are doing?"
Su Yunkai held up the phone indifferently:
"I can give you another chance. If you stop, I will ensure that your family is safe and you retire."
On the other end of the phone, Qi Chengyuan, the head of the Qi family, was silent for a moment and asked:
"My grandson dies. Who should I blame for this debt?"
"I believe Mo Zongheng would not do this."
Su Yunkai said concisely and clearly:
"Besides, you know exactly what Qi Jiaming is going to Dongyang for, so it's time to turn around."
"This is already impossible."
Qi Chengyuan said almost desperately on the other end of the phone:
"Su Yunkai, when things have come to this point, you can't win even if you have some trump cards. I want to remind you that even if Su Mu can fight, he will definitely be dead."
"You and the people behind you will never guess my trump card."
Su Yunkai held the phone, looked out the window, and said expressionlessly:
"I have to admit that it is because of you bugs that the country is under great threat. But have you ever thought about why we have not taken action for so many years despite knowing your existence? Do you really think that...
Because it’s a rat trap?”
Qi Chengyuan, who was on the other end of the phone, couldn't help shaking the hand holding the phone receiver.
Su Yunkai did not give the other party time to digest the shock, and continued:
"You have no idea how powerful my grandson is."
His voice suddenly turned cold and he said sternly:
"You don't even have a chance to drag any innocent people to be buried with you!"
After saying that, Su Yunkai hung up the phone directly.
Wang Changhe stood behind him, the cold sweat on his back soaking his clothes.
This phone call was equivalent to tearing away the last layer of fig leaf over the imperial capital.
From now on, everyone will use their own methods.
As Su Yunkai's closest confidential secretary, Wang Changhe certainly knew how tightly guarded the entire imperial capital had been in the past few days.
There was silence in the study for a long time.
"Chang He, you said that bastard boy, is he really okay?"
Su Yunkai suddenly asked.
Wang Changhe felt a suffocation in his chest. He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva gently and shook his head:
"I have no idea."
"Yeah, actually...I don't know either."
Su Yunkai's hand slowly squeezed until the knuckles turned white:
"That's fine, let's go on stage to sing, and we'll just have to use our own methods."
Yongle Hall, backyard.
Zhu Yiyi is practicing etiquette in her room, accompanied by her personal supervisor, her nanny.
The Zhu family's disciplinarians can no longer be described as talented.
That's an absolute treasure.
Each generation of disciplinarians can be regarded as the most core resource of the Hongwu Zhu family.
That's right.
It is a unique resource that cannot be copied.
When the Zhu family was still a royal family, these nuns were the high-ranking female officials around the queen in the palace, responsible for the ethical education of the princess.
There were a lot of useless princes in the Ming Dynasty, but have you ever heard of a domineering princess?
Even in the imperial capital, many wealthy families wanted to spend a lot of money to hire the Hongwu Zhu family's correctional nuns to train the girls for their family. They even offered a sky-high price of one billion annual salary, but the Zhu family all scoffed.
These aristocratic families began to imitate the Hongwu Zhu family very early and assigned this kind of disciplinary nuns to their daughters.
Just like Yu Liuli and Yu Shishi, Aunt Feng who was with them at the beginning.
"Keep your hands flat."
"The jaw needs to be tightened."
"Don't let your eyes wander, don't be confused."
Zhu Yiyi suddenly relaxed, fell directly on the thick carpet, and began to roll around:
"No more practice, I'm exhausted."
The carpet on the floor is made from sea otter skins caught in the sea within a hundred kilometers in diameter north of the Bering Strait.
Sea otter skin, also called sea dragon skin, was used as a royal tribute during the imperial dynasty.
Sea otters are now a precious protected animal, and hunting is prohibited. A half-square-meter sea otter original skin can cost up to 200,000 US dollars on the black market.
Naturally, it is impossible for the Zhu family to buy this kind of fur on the black market. It is completely a treasure left by their ancestors.
Only the Zhu family of Hongwu would be so crazy as to use sea dragon skin as a carpet.
A sea otter fur coat is worth at least one million dollars.
The carpet under Zhu Yiyi's feet is made of Himalayan snow leopard skin. More than a hundred Persian carpet masters took a year to weave it to complete.
Even if the richest man in the world gets this thing, he has to hang it on the wall and cover it with a layer of bulletproof glass.
Trampled underfoot every day?
Are you thinking about shit?
This thing is probably beyond what most rich people can buy with money.
Seeing Zhu Yiyi cheating, the old grandma smiled kindly and waved her hand gently.
The four maids immediately retreated quietly.
They originally stood on both sides of the carpet, with their hands folded on their lower abdomens and their waists and legs straight. No matter how long they stood, they always maintained this posture without moving.
The old grandma touched Zhu Yiyi's head kindly:
"Miss, what are you thinking about?"
"What else can I think about? I'm thinking about my uncle who doesn't care about himself!"
Zhu Yiyi rolled around absently, looked at the roof and said:
"How many days has it been? There's still no news, really."
The old grandma couldn't help but smile and said:
"Don't worry, my uncle will come to you as soon as possible when he comes back."
In front of Su Mu, the Zhu family would call him uncle, but in front of Zhu Yiyi, they had to call him uncle.
This is a rule and cannot be messed with.
If you call Uncle Su Mu or Miss Zhu Yiyi in front of Zhu Yiyi, you might think that Su Mu and this little girl are just a couple.
"He is a liar!"
Zhu Yiyi hummed dissatisfied:
"You said you were taking me to KFC, but what happened?"
If other people knew Zhu Yiyi's thoughts, I don't know what they would think.
The fourth generation eldest daughter of the Zhu family has never eaten KFC?
Zhu Yiyi suddenly sat down from the carpet, and then mysteriously raised her fingers at the old grandma.
The old grandma quickly put her ear up.
"Mommy, I want my mother and Zhu Ruirui to fight for a man, do you agree?"
The old grandma's eyes suddenly bulged and almost fell down.
The heart attack was so scary that it didn't come out.
She looked at Zhu Yiyi in horror, never expecting that such shocking words would come out of her mouth.
Could it be said?
The old grandma suppressed the horror in her heart and asked tentatively:
"Miss, please tell me the truth quietly, why do you think so?"
"Why not?"
Zhu Yiyi spread her hands:
"Zuzu also asked me if I like Su Mu. If possible, I would like him to be my new father. I'm just a little worried about what I should call him in the future."
The old grandma wished she could draw a talisman on her forehead and carve the word "forgot" on her forehead.
Such words are not something she can listen to.
Just at this time.
A maid walked in gently at the door and said in the old grandma's ear:
"Mommy, my uncle is back."
Before the old woman could respond, Zhu Yiyi jumped up like a rabbit and ran out with bare feet.