Chapter 113: Nature Cannot Be Wasted

 "Is it Zhao Kuan?"

"How do you know?!"

Hao Lu subconsciously let out a cry of surprise.

Gu Shang pulled the corner of his mouth and gave him a fake smile.

"Oh, actually I was just guessing before, but now I know."

Qingye, who was tied to a pillar at the back, glared at Hao Lu fiercely.

A person who is not good at anything but always causes trouble!

"You actually cheated me?!"

Realizing that he had been tricked, Hao Lu was furious and tried to stand up by supporting himself on the ground, but the guards put a knife to his neck and forced him to kneel down again.

"Okay, let's lock these two people in the dungeon first!"

Chen Ying didn't want to waste any more time, so he waved his hand, asked the guards to take the people away, and gave another order.

"Go and get Zhao Kuan over here!"

Just as Gu Shang was about to turn around, Chen Ying called him.

"Gu Shang stay."

When they were the only two left in the woodshed, Chen Ying looked at the burly man in front of him with dark yellow skin, rough features and a beard.

The person in front of me is so ordinary that if he were placed in a crowd, it would be difficult for people to fail to notice his presence.

But such a seemingly ordinary person actually possesses excellent martial arts, strategy and bravery.

He originally planned to cultivate him as a confidant, but now it seems...

Unexpectedly, Gu Shang not only knew the characters of Muyuan country, but also had the ability to imitate other people's handwriting.

This person is definitely not simple!

"Who are you?"

Gu Shang looked at him calmly.

"Since I can recognize the characters of Muyuan, I am definitely from Muyuan."

…

When the guards arrived at Zhao Kuan's house, he was packing his bags and preparing to escape.

He was caught red-handed by the guards and quickly brought before Chen Ying.

"grown ups!"

When Butler Zhao saw this, he quickly ran over and knelt on the ground to help plead for mercy.

"Your Excellency, please calm down, but what did Zhao Kuan do wrong?"

As he said this, he turned to look at Zhao Kuan and kept winking at him until his eyes were almost cramped.

"Why don't you admit your mistake to the adults now!"

However, this time, Zhao Kuan looked very calm, and did not show any fear or pleading expression to him as usual.

It could even be said that the calmness made Butler Zhao feel uneasy.

Why does it feel like Zhao Kuan has become a different person?

He has been here for such a long time, but Zhao Kuan has not said a word.

If this happened under normal circumstances, let alone being escorted here by the guards.

Even when the master and the adults simply summoned him for questioning, he was so nervous that his legs were weak, and he kept pestering him for advice, not having any opinions of his own.

What happened today?

Chen Ying stepped forward and bent down to help Butler Zhao.

"Uncle Zhao, you get up first."

Butler Zhao shook his head, grasped his arm tightly, and refused to get up no matter what, with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Sir, if Zhao Kuan did something he shouldn't have done, you can beat him or punish him!"

"But I only ask that you spare his life for the sake of my decades of service to you, Master!"

"He is the only relative I have left!"

Seeing him like this, Chen Ying couldn't bear it. He sighed heavily and decided to tell him the truth.

"Uncle Zhao, how can you be sure that the person in front of you is your nephew Zhao Kuan?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

Hearing this, Butler Zhao was stunned at first, then became very excited, and hurriedly grabbed Zhao Kuan's left arm.

"Although I only met Kuan once when he was five or six years old, I clearly remember that he had a willow-leaf-shaped red birthmark on the inside of his left arm near his elbow."

He pointed to the birthmark on Zhao Kuan's arm and showed it to Chen Ying.

"Look, sir, this is it!"

You can't go wrong!

Chen Ying gave a look to the guard beside him.

"Go get a basin of water."

Hearing this, Butler Zhao suddenly felt a little uneasy.

When he saw the birthmark being washed off, he fell directly to the ground.

He rushed over and grabbed Zhao Kuan's left arm, shaking his head in disbelief.

"impossible!"

"Could it be that I remembered it wrongly and it was actually on the right arm?"

As he spoke, he rolled up Zhao Kuan's right sleeve without giving up.

But the arms were clean, with nothing but sweat.

"how so?"

He grabbed Zhao Kuan tightly and questioned loudly.

"You are not my nephew. Where is the real Zhao Kuan?!"

The fake Zhao Kuan glanced at him indifferently.

"He died a long time ago. I'm afraid he has turned into nutrients somewhere."

Hearing this, Butler Zhao pounced on him and started fighting with him.

"Did you kill him?!"

Fearing that Butler Zhao might get hurt, Chen Ying quickly had the two men pulled apart.

"Take this man away and lock him up!"

After the guards took the fake Zhao Kuan away, Chen Ying looked at Butler Zhao who had a grief-stricken face.

"Uncle Zhao, you..."

"You don't have to comfort me, sir."

After that, he bowed apologetically.

"It was because I was careless and didn't know people well that I brought you back such a big trouble."

"I want to be alone for a while, so I'll take my leave now."

Looking at his increasingly hunched back, and the fact that he seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant, Chen Ying felt very uncomfortable.

Gu Shang on the side stepped forward and gave a reminder.

"Master Chen, what are you going to do next?"

Chen Ying retracted his gaze and looked at him meaningfully.

"Didn't we intercept a carrier pigeon? Of course we can't waste it."

…

After dealing with the spies from Mu Yuan Kingdom, peace returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

Another day passed, and Yijiang, who had recovered, could no longer lie down. He threw a tantrum and acted like a spoiled child, winning himself the opportunity to move freely in the yard for half an hour.

As soon as he went out, he was choked by the smoky smell and started coughing.

"Cough cough cough!"

He looked towards where the smoke was billowing.

"What are you doing?"

A maid replied.

"Young Master, these are the clothes and bedding you wore and the sundries you touched on the day you fell ill. The master and adults have told us to burn them all for safety reasons."

Burn it?

Got it!

Yijiang's eyes rolled around, and he thought of something and turned and ran.

Soon, he came back with a small package, looked around slyly, and then coughed twice in a pretentious manner.

"Ahem, I also read these storybooks that day, so I'll burn them as well."

As he said this, he threw the package into the fire.

The servant next to him scratched the back of his head in confusion.

Did the young master go into the study that day?

How could he not remember?

Looking at the notebook that was quickly burned to a corner, Yi Jiang secretly rejoiced.

Hehe, if I put the homework the teacher gave me in there and burn it together, then I don't have to write it, right?

Haha! He is so smart.

Just when someone was imagining a wonderful holiday without having to do homework, a familiar voice suddenly came to his ears.

"Why are you here?"

Yijiang shuddered subconsciously.

"Father, father?"

Chen Ying glanced at the fire, which was burning brightly. It could not be said to be completely unrelated to the homework that the teacher had given Yijiang a few days ago, but it could be said to be exactly the same.

Taking another look at that person's guilty expression, I suddenly understood everything.

He silently clenched his fists and took a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart.

This is his son, his own son!

He can't be beaten!

He just recovered from his illness, so he can't be beaten yet!

Suddenly, the servant exclaimed.

"Young Master, this is incredible! This is the homework that the teacher left for you!"

Yijiang started to show off his acting skills and stamped his feet in anxiety.

"What?!"

"Oh no! I forgot that my homework and my notebook were put together. What should I do now?!"

As he spoke, his little eyes would glance at his father from time to time.

"My homework was burned. What should I write during this holiday?"

Chen Ying raised his hand and rubbed his head hard, looking at him with a forced smile.

"Don't worry, I'll have someone rush to the master's house and ask him to give you a new set of questions."

"It's just that this round trip will probably take more than ten days, but Daddy believes that even if there are only a few days left, you will definitely be able to complete it, right?"

After saying that, he patted Yijiang on the shoulder, turned around and left without any reluctance.

Yijiang, who was left behind, was in tears.

So, the homework that could have taken him a month to finish was only completed in half a month?!