Chapter 166: The Ruyi Abacus Miscalculated

Wang Jiaru blushed and hurried up to help her, "Colorful Cloud, Chasing Moon, quickly bring uncle the sobering soup."

Qiao Mai walked to the doorway, turned back with a smile, opened the door and stepped out, then, hands behind her back, came into the courtyard, saw a chair on one side, moved it over and sat on it.

The moon was round, and they say the fifteenth's moon is rounder on the sixteenth; it truly was.

The day the royal family chose also carried this symbolism, I suppose.

She crossed her legs and sat in the courtyard, knowing nothing at all about what happened in the bridal chamber, only that the moon slowly moved westward from overhead.

The sounds in the bridal chamber had also quieted considerably; they must have already rested.

Beyond the Shun Prince's Mansion, she could feel a lot of murderous aura surging this way; it seemed tonight was destined to be extraordinary.

Those dissatisfied people sent assassins to try to kill the new bride; even if they failed, they wanted to disgust Wang Jiaru.

What a pity, their Ruyi abacus miscalculated, and they ran into her tonight.

Even Mrs. Wang quickly packed up everything she had here and left together.

Several people turned back at once to look at him, hardly daring to believe when this little fellow had ever said such a warm‑hearted line.

"Today's matter, whether or not it was preplanned by your Wang Family, we Third Branch will no longer owe you anything; from today onward, your First Branch remains First Branch, we Third Branch remain Third Branch, Ru'er will return home in three days, go straight back to Bichun Garden, and will not trouble the elder brother and sister‑in‑law any more, farewell!"

"I heard that when you return home today, she is busy in the kitchen."

Zihan suddenly stepped forward and took the old lady's hand, "Grandmother, please don't be sad; when Zihan grows up, I will be filial to you and not make you worry again."

"Increase the one‑percent profit to two percent; from now on, Ru'er gets three percent here, give Qiao Niang two percent, and the missing one percent would not show our sincerity."

Mrs. Wang suddenly hugged him and burst into tears, "Zihan, are you okay now?"

"In the future, whether they dismiss you from office or whatever you do, you must not harbor resentment; our family does not rely on theirs, and you will spend the rest of your life as Prefect in Weicheng, and father will not hold a grudge against you."

Qiao Mai rose from the chair, "It's time to serve tea; quickly call your family's miss and uncle. I'm leaving, I won't stay with her any longer; the rest is up to you."

"Yes, madam!"

Finally it lasted until dawn; the steward of the Shun Prince's Mansion arrived, hurriedly ordering people to swiftly deal with the corpses, and the rooftop returned to calm.

"You?"

"Qiao Niang gave him a bottle of medicine, saying it was good for the lump in his head; Ru'er gives him one pill a day, so the medicine must be very effective."

The sky was almost bright, and the fight on the rooftop had just ended.

"What's good?"

Qiao Mai left, and the Wang Family members looked at her silhouette with guilty expressions.

"Hmm, a group of assassins fought through the night until dawn."

A single pearl ended a life; at this moment her face was like cold frost, as if a demon possessed her, killing indiscriminately yet standing motionless and steady as Mount Tai.

After speaking, she returned to Bichun Garden with her wife, son, daughter‑in‑law, and Qiao Mai's family.

"Ah, you're back?"

The two widened their eyes; though terrified, they forced themselves to obey and said.

There wasn't a single living black‑clad person left in the courtyard; the Dark Guard protecting Little Prince and Wang Jiaru on the rooftop weren't foolish—seeing enemies fall one by one, they knew a master was guarding the newlyweds, so they focused solely on blocking up there.

She carried the chair to the new chamber doorway and sat down, seeing Colorful Cloud and Chasing Moon nodding off and nudging the two.

"Where's sister?"

Whether they were the Dark Guard of the Wang Mansion or Wang Zongsheng's Dark Guard, anyone who dared brandish a sword and charge at her here was an enemy.

The old lady glared at Wang Zongsheng, "Is she pampered? Is she childish? I think this servant girl is just fine; otherwise how could she make such good friends? Our family would also bask in the glory."

"Zihan?"

"I'll go find her."

Three days after returning home, Wang Jiaru truly took Little Prince to Bichun Garden, and did not go to the Chancellor's Mansion.

Just as they were frightened, another black‑clad person fell to the ground over there, all of them swinging swords toward the new chamber.

"Mother was right."

The whole family was especially excited, "If it's like this, that would be wonderful; may heaven protect our Wang family!"

"Then I'm relieved."

"If it weren't for Qiao Niang, our Ru'er would be finished; we owe her so much."

"This Prefect's son likes it very much; the son also doesn't want to go to Jingcheng, living each day in scheming and deceit."

"Yes, father!"

Fortunately, Li Longji was not after the Chancellor's power; he truly liked Wang Jiaru, and the two matched well together.

"I dispatched ten Dark Guard to protect Ru'er; the Wang Mansion also has its own Dark Guard, so there won't be major problems."

"Resolved?"

"Hmm, give that thirty percent profit directly to the Shun Prince's Mansion; if they don't treat our daughter well, we'll take it back."

Qiao Mai held a handful of pearls; under the moonlight they emitted a soft glow, and as she raised her hand, a pearl shot toward the foremost black‑clad person.

"Whether good or bad she must endure it; who can blame her for being naughty, running off to the Wang Mansion to steal food—she's got what she deserves, letting her suffer a few punishments is fine; our family raised her too pampered."

Speaking of that, Qiao Mai walked in.

"What's wrong with me?"

"You should be grateful; your father has no concubine, we two old folks have only you as an only son, and you have only one son and one daughter under your roof; we don't hope for a large household, we just wish for a harmonious family life."

"Yes, father!"

The next day after breakfast, Old Mr. Wang ordered.

"Indeed, we must not become careless during this period."

But Old Mr. Wang said these words directly to Chancellor Wang.

Qiao Mai couldn't help but purse her lips; this bridal chamber was truly exhausting, while outside everything was like this, inside they still slept so soundly.

"Zongsheng, later send a maid to tell Ru'er that three days after returning home she should come here; from now on our family's business harvest will no longer be given to the First Branch."

That day she wore the Horse-face Skirt that Qiao Mai gave her, wore the hair accessory and earrings that Qiao Mai gave her, and the bracelet on her hand was the exquisite jade‑green one given by her grandmother.

A black‑clad person leapt down from the room, heading straight for the bridal chamber; Caiyun and Zhuoyue, to atone, stubbornly did not take a step back, standing guard tightly at the doorway.

Old Mr. Wang, while pleased, also reminded his son.

Mrs. Wang and Madam Wang finally relaxed upon seeing this; the young couple presented gifts to the old servant, Little Prince did not put on airs, and the whole family enjoyed a harmonious happiness.

Wang Zongsheng is a very filial son; when his mother spoke, he quickly complied.

Madam Wang, seeing everyone's confusion, hurried to explain to them.

It seems that over these three days, she has been doing quite well under Shun Prince.

"Hmm, father, mother."

The three kept a wary eye on the surroundings and the roof; before long, a dark silhouette appeared on the roof, and the hidden Dark Guard was dispatched, the battle rang out.

"You haven't slept all night; go back and rest. The children are all fine and are now playing in your Yuanzi."

"It'll be a fight soon; don't panic, protect yourself."

As she expected, after Jiaru got married yesterday, the Wang Family finished entertaining the guests, completed the formalities, and fully restored the Prime Minister's face.

After speaking, she walked straight toward the courtyard gate and openly left the Wangfu, returning to Bichun Garden.

"Let's not discuss this now; Ru'er, living in an environment like the Wangfu in the future, we don't know whether it's good or bad?"

"Dizi understands now."

The black‑clad person fell to the ground without a sound; the two Wang Jiaru's Servant Girls saw the black‑clad person lying face up, and by moonlight could see a black hole in the forehead, blood flowing out. They covered their mouths, not daring to utter a sound, lest they startle the newlywed couple.

"If the Emperor dares to treat Ru'er badly, I will not be lenient with him."

Wang Jiaru left with the servant girl, and Li Longji's affectionate gaze followed her silhouette.

"That day, I, the king, treated Ru'er's adoptive elder sister as a servant; I feel truly embarrassed."

"She originally wasn't going, but Ru'er was almost swapped, so she wasn't at ease and went along."

"I heard from the household guards that night; if it hadn't been for the adoptive elder sister, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Ru'er's adoptive elder sister truly has skill."

(End of Chapter)