93: Whether you pose a threat is up to us.

The rain continued to fall, yet while some were wrapped in warm brocade quilts, entangled in intimacy amidst the rain, others were roaring helplessly in the rain, filled with wild fury.

Still others trembled in this heavy rain, living in fear, unable to face each passing day.

Su Wensheng carried a heart filled with anxiety every day, and even when he went to the government office to attend to his duties, he was often distracted.

In the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, Shen Xian acted with lightning speed and iron-fisted resolve, wielding the imperial edict plaque to execute those who needed to be executed and dismiss those who needed to be dismissed.

Yet, to this day, no one had investigated him, which only made him feel even more terrified.

If they had investigated him early on, he might not have been this distressed, but instead, among all the officials in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, they had left only him and Zhang Jiawen untouched.

"Ingratitude will surely meet with retribution."

Su Wensheng looked at the rain outside the window while pouring and drinking alone, filled with melancholy.

Although his family had a marriage contract with the Zhang family, it was now nothing more than an absurdity.

Had he known it would come to this, he never should have tied his fate to the Zhang family.

The Emperor was clearly intent on pitting himself against Zhou Chutian; this world belonged to the Luo family, after all.

Furthermore, The Emperor was pushing step by step, while in contrast, Grand Chancellor Zhou was currently shrinking back completely, refusing to fight back after several confrontations, appearing as if he were allowing The Emperor to suppress him.

Do not talk about him having his own plans; while Zhou Chutian appeared to wield power that tilted the imperial court, he posed no threat.

In the end, without military power, no matter how much was said, it was useless.

Although many officials in this world were his Disciples, there were also many who had nothing to do with him.

When the late Emperor was alive, Zhou Chutian relied on his own power to give special care to his Disciples.

Naturally, when some were given convenience, others were dissatisfied, not to mention that not all of Zhou Chutian's Disciples were exceptionally talented.

Many capable officials were long unable to get promoted because of his shielding and indulgence; even when there were suitable vacancies and they had waited a long time and pulled some strings, they would inevitably have him intervene at the last moment.

"Now look at this, I am stuck in a position where I can neither advance nor retreat."

Thinking of this, Su Wensheng felt even more annoyed, and after downing another cup of wine, his face had long since turned completely red.

"Someone, bring more wine!"

"Father, you cannot drink any more."

Su Yan walked in with a maid and quickly stopped her father.

"Father, even if you drink more, what is meant to come will come eventually, right?"

"Girl, your father is useless," Su Wensheng sighed.

"I thought that securing this marriage with the Zhang family would be a good thing for both you and me, but who could have imagined? That Mo Yingqi was hiding in the Northern Territory, and without a sound, he became a Prince Consort..."

"Minister Shen has now sealed off the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang region; one can get in but not out. I fear it will be difficult to send you to the capital."

"I heard that the Zhang family sent their eldest young master out of the city, but not long after, he was brought back in a coffin!"

Su Yan was not surprised to hear this.

She could roughly guess that this was mostly the handiwork of Luo Yongan and Luo Yongning.

Even the fact that her father received the news was, in all likelihood, something they had deliberately leaked to their family.

It was not that Su Yan was particularly clever; when she went to the Northern Territory, she had truly wanted to be with Mo Yingqi.

She had not thought that much; if she were forced to truly stay by the side of a half-dead Zhang Yingcheng, it would be better to just kill her!

To be widowed early, only a few years after marrying, and furthermore, looking at Zhang Yingcheng's constitution, it was likely just wishful thinking to hope for a son or daughter to rely on in the future.

Although Su Yan was well-read and considered herself talented, she truly had not thought that much, nor would she have considered so much.

Aside from the identity of being a young master of the Zhang family, Zhang Yingcheng was left eight hundred streets behind by his half-brother Mo Yingqi in every other aspect, especially with that face of Mo Yingqi's that had been beautiful since childhood.

Su Yan considered herself to be graceful and elegant, but the first time she saw a man's face, she felt that she was actually inferior to him.

But there was no help for it, truly no help. Now, for her, Mo Yingqi was a dream, and furthermore, a beautiful dream that had turned into a nightmare!

"In any case, given the current situation, Father can only find a way to sell off the family property."

Su Wensheng poured the last bit of wine from the pot into his cup.

"Your brother is at least still in the capital; once Father finds a way to send you out, you will go to the capital to find him, and while you are at it, tell him that even if he has to resign from his post, he must not have any further dealings with the Grand Chancellor!"

As the current Emperor and the high official of two reigns battled, the first to be caught in the crossfire were small characters like them.

After experiencing Shen Xian's reforms in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang region, Su Wensheng finally understood that being able to save one's life was the most important thing.

As for the rest, you cannot bring it with you when you are born, and you cannot take it with you when you die; it was just a pity that he had not been able to understand this principle earlier.

"Father, there is still hope."

Su Yan bit her red lips.

"Can you find a way to contact Minister Shen and let him, let him agree to let me have an audience with The Two Highnesses?"

"Girl, it is your father who is drinking; why are you talking nonsense?"

Su Wensheng laughed bitterly.

"Not to mention what kind of figures The Two Highnesses are, why would they see you? Even if they did see you, silly girl, we do not have enough face to make them let your father off the hook!"

"Perhaps there still is."

Su Yan let out a long breath.

"Father, you do not know..."

Before Su Yan could finish speaking, a report came from the gatekeeper outside: "Master, someone has sent a gift!"

"Get lost! At a time like this, I will not accept anything sent to me!"

Su Wensheng threw the wine pot fiercely onto the ground.

"We are in this state, and someone is still sending gifts? Are you trying to make fun of me?"

"No, Master, someone really has sent a gift!"

The gatekeeper's voice was trembling.

"And, look, by their attire, they are soldiers. You should come out and see!"

Hearing that they were soldiers, Su Wensheng stood up with a start, and his face, which had been flushed red from drinking, instantly drained of all color.

If not for Su Yan and the maid reacting quickly, he would likely have fallen over.

"Father, are, are you alright?"

Su Yan's voice trembled slightly from nervousness.

"This, this couldn't be Minister Shen..."

"No matter who it is, it is not a good thing!"

Su Wensheng trembled all over, unable to summon any strength, and slumped back onto the floor.

"Where, where are the people?"

"The, the people have left, but they left that thing behind, and, and they also left a letter!"

"Quick, bring it in quickly!"

Before long, the gatekeeper brought in a square wooden box along with a letter enclosed in an envelope.

Su Wensheng had him place it on his desk, then took the letter, his hands shaking as he tore it open to read.

"Girl, take, take that box, tell someone, tell someone to throw it away!"

Su Wensheng's pupils contracted repeatedly after reading the letter.

"No, don't throw it away, don't throw it away! Send, send it to the Zhang family; send it to the Zhang family right now!"

"Father, what, what exactly is this?"

Su Yan looked at the box on the desk, unable to help but be curious.

"Does Daughter need to open it for you to see?"

"Do not touch it!"

Su Wensheng suddenly stood up and roared, startling Su Yan who was about to walk over.

Then, he looked at his daughter, his expression becoming incomparably complex: "Girl, you really did guess it right; you see for yourself..."

Su Yan did not understand why, but she curiously walked over and took the letter from her father's hands.

Just reading it once, Su Yan only felt her vision go black, and she nearly fainted.

First, the box contained Zhang Yingcheng's head.

Second, that head had been sent by people dispatched by Luo Yongan and Luo Yongning.

Third, at noon tomorrow, the Two Legitimate Princesses invited her, Su Yan, to the Temporary Palace to accompany The Two Highnesses for lunch.

But if it were only this, Su Yan would not have been so affected; it was just that at the end of the letter, a sentence was left: "You think you are no longer a threat? Sorry, that depends on whether we think you are no longer a threat."