There was indeed a carriage from the Chancellor's Mansion among the overturned carriages, and it was the one that Mrs. Zhou was riding in. Fortunately, the people inside were okay.
Zhou Lenghui was thrown out when the carriage overturned. Fortunately, someone caught her and she was safe.
The four-year-old Miss Qi scratched her face and kept crying due to fright. Aunt Jiang held her in her arms and comforted her heartily.
Mrs. Zhou climbed out of the carriage in a somewhat embarrassed manner, her feet sprained. When Zhou Qian pulled her out, he rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand distressedly.
"Is Madam okay? Are you scared?'
Mrs. Zhou's face was pale and her hands were shaking slightly. "It's okay, my feet are just swollen." After saying that, she let go of Zhou Qian's hand, and with the help of Grandma Sun, she sat down on a stone bench by the street.
Grandma Sun was rubbing her feet, and the people over there were already pushing and shoving. The eldest son Zhou Mingzhong and the second son Zhou Mingcheng of the Prime Minister's Mansion were gearing up to beat her up.
Two men were surrounded by people from the Prime Minister's Mansion. They were none other than Zhao Han and Zhao Ke, who had been expelled from the Zhao family.
Zhao Han explained calmly: "You two gentlemen are reasonable. Your carriage rushed out too fast and then knocked down our carriage. How can you blame us?'
Telford Street was full of wealthy people, and the road was wide and there were few people, so the coachman drove the car very fast.
Unexpectedly, the traffic flow on Telford Street suddenly increased sharply. The carriages were moving too fast and could not be stopped. When they saw that they were carriages belonging to the Prime Minister's Office, many vehicles quickly gave way and crashed into a pile.
The vehicles that Zhao Han and Zhao Ke were traveling in had no way to escape, and had no choice but to collide with the carriage in which Mrs. Zhou was traveling. Both vehicles overturned.
It was clearly his fault, but Zhou Mingzhong wanted to use his power to overwhelm others because he was the legitimate son of the prime minister, so he argued forcefully: "Why didn't you get out of the way? Did you block the way on purpose?"
"There are many people and the road is slippery, how do you avoid it?" Zhao Ke replied, with a hint of anger on his face, "You can't hit the pedestrians in front of you just to avoid your Prime Minister's carriage, right?'
"Boy, are you so cool?" Zhou Mingcheng was even more arrogant than Zhou Mingzhong. He reached out and grabbed Zhao Ke's collar and threatened, "Hurry up and make compensation and apologize, otherwise I will look good on you.'
Zhao Han quickly grabbed Zhou Mingcheng's wrist, causing Zhou Mingcheng to let go of his hand in pain.
"At the foot of the emperor's imperial city, is Mr. Zhou trying to bully others?" Zhao Han said coldly.
Someone nearby said it was fair: "It was indeed the Prime Minister's carriage that hit him. I could see it clearly from the side."
"Yes, I saw it too. If the young master hadn't jumped out of the car in a hurry and helped the Prime Minister's carriage, everyone inside might have fallen seriously."
"Yes, everyone has seen that these two young masters are indeed right.
Everyone said something to each other, which made the two young masters of the Prime Minister's Mansion speechless.
Zhao Han let go of Zhou Mingcheng's hand, but his tone remained calm: "It's better to move the carriage away earlier, so as not to block everyone's way."
Zhou Mingzhong and Zhou Mingcheng stopped talking. First, they were intimidated by Zhao Han's skills, and they might not get any benefits if they took action. Second, the ministers and prime ministers were unreasonable and were afraid of causing public anger.
Brother Zhou Mingzhong was about to settle the matter when Zhou Lenghui stepped forward with a look of unwillingness and pointed at Zhao Han angrily.
"You are a pervert and a pervert. How dare you molest me? I will chop off your hand."
I have to say that Zhou Lenghui is really not a thing. When she was thrown off the carriage, Zhao Han caught her with his left hand and used his right hand to pick up the carriage.
The carriage was so heavy that even though Zhao Han was very skilled in martial arts, his right hand was still seriously injured. His right hand was swollen under his long sleeves, and he had always used his left hand to attack.
However, Zhou Lenghui not only showed no gratitude at all, but also used this as an excuse to make things difficult for Zhao Han.
The people watching all shook their heads, but who dared to say anything more? Prime Minister Zhou was so powerful that no one dared to accuse them.
"Miss Zhou, if I hadn't caught you in time, you would have been seriously injured if you hit such hard ice. Just don't be grateful. Are you going to slander me?" Zhao Han also secretly admired Chen Xiangfu.
Shameless, it’s a good thing you left the Zhao family, otherwise, wouldn’t you be collaborating with such people?
"It's your responsibility to be seriously injured, why are you blocking the way?" Zhou Lenghui pinched her waist with both hands, looking arrogant.
"Blocking the road? Could it be that the main road in the capital belongs to your prime minister's house?" Zhao Han's eyes were a little sharper, "Every carriage and horse pedestrian walking on the road should avoid you when they see you? I'm afraid the emperor will not do this when traveling, right?"
"You, who are you, how dare you talk to me like this!" Zhou Lenghui's chin was stuffed, and she became angry with shame.
At this time, Murong Minda, the eldest son of Murong Mansion, came over and looked at Zhao Han with disdain.
"These two are really nothing. They are the rebellious sons that my uncle kicked out of the house. Ha~~ they are so embarrassing."
Zhao Han clenched his fists, as calm as he was. He was a little angry at the moment. He felt sad for having a father like Zhao Gaoyi, and felt ashamed that the Murong Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion were collaborating.
But there is really nothing to refute. He and his younger brother Zhao Ke were indeed expelled from the Zhao family by Zhao Gaoyi.
At the moment when Zhao Han and Zhao Ke looked at each other in silence, a cold male voice spoke up.
"Master Zhao Han, Master Zhao Ke, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Being embarrassed is not something, there is someone else."
The person who spoke was the Night King. The Night King and his party came back from watching the ice lanterns in the south of the city. When they came here, they found that there were people around them, so they squeezed in.
Everyone recognized King Xuan of the Night and Princess Leyang and stepped aside to let them in.
At this time, the Crown Prince Wei Yuande, the Crown Princess Xia Luoluo and others who were blocked in the north of the city all got off the carriage and came to the scene of the dispute. All kinds of faces gathered together for a while.
Wei Yuande, Xia Luoluo, survived by Ding Xiaolian, Sun Mengmeng, Shen Weiwei.
Coming from the south of the city were the two young masters Zhou Mingzhong and Zhou Mingcheng from the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Murong Mansion brothers Murong Minda, Zhao Mo and Zhao Yu, and the two young masters from the Ronglu Hou Mansion. Song Lu and Song Miao were also there.
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There was a crowd of people around, which was part of creating momentum, but also part of watching.
Charlotte's eyes lit up when she saw Night King Wei Chenyi, but Night King turned a blind eye to her, as if he didn't see her, which chilled Charlotte's fiery heart.
When Sun Mengmeng saw Shen Yuyu, her nose sore, and she was even more excited than seeing her relatives.
Shen Yuyu also saw her, biting her lower lip and raising her hand. Sun Mengmeng saw that she was wearing a gold and jade bracelet on her wrist, her eyes were misty.
"His Royal Highness the Night King said that there was someone else who was embarrassed. Who was he referring to?" Murong Minda did not dare to ask this question, but Prince Wei Yuande did.
"Of course they are treacherous people." Ji Xun cast his eyes coldly at Zhao Mo, "There is no problem with the moral integrity of Mr. Zhao Han and Mr. Zhao Ke. I dare to guarantee it with my personality."
As he spoke, his eyes swept towards the prince and his entourage indifferently, never stopping on Xia Luoluo. Xia Luoluo's expectant eyes fell silent for a while.
Shen Yuyu watched Xia Luoloo's expression carefully. There was clearly something wrong with the way this woman looked at her husband, and she seemed to be unable to speak.
What is the secret behind this?
Shen Yuyu didn't say anything, but a strong jealousy arose in her heart. Something was wrong with her husband, huh!