Tang Dynasty: A Guide to Avoiding Pitfalls for Li Er at the Start

Chapter 217 I'm going to kill Wen He!

Chapter 217 I'm going to kill Wen He!
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not good!"

Inside the Li Zheng Hall.

Gao Yue rushed in, looking flustered.

This was the first time Li Shimin had ever seen his personal eunuch so out of control.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you see we're having a meeting? We can talk about other things later!"

Changsun Wuji reprimanded Gao Yue with dissatisfaction.

He was just reporting to Li Shimin about the aristocratic families and how many water conservancy projects they were planning to take on.

Just as he was about to claim credit, Gao Yue interrupted him.

Upon hearing this, the latter glanced at Changsun Wuji and then quickly apologized to Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, this servant has lost my composure."

"That's all."

Li Shimin shook his head, deciding not to pursue the matter further.

If there were any urgent matters in the previous dynasty, that important minister would surely come to the door, and Gao Yue would not be in such a panic.

He assumed that something had happened to one of the princes or concubines in the harem.

However, with Guanyinbi around, he didn't need to worry about these things.

He then continued talking to Changsun Wuji about what had just happened: "Since the Cui family is interested, let's settle on it. However, 50,000 strings of cash is a bit too little. Go and tell them that they need at least 80,000."

"This, Your Majesty, is it the Cui family?"

"Since they want a good reputation, then they can pay for it. If they are not willing, I have other options."

Li Shimin said it calmly, giving Changsun Wuji no room for bargaining.

Left with no other choice, Changsun Wuji had to agree.

He then got up to leave, giving Gao Yue a glare before he left, but said nothing.

Gao Yue was, after all, Li Shimin's personal eunuch, and his reprimand was already an overstepping of his authority; it was only because Li Shimin did not blame him.

"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?" Li Shimin asked casually, holding a document.

"Your Majesty, the magistrate of Gaoyang and Young Master Changsun are fighting at Wangchun Tower. Young Master Changsun..."

"What did you say!"

Changsun Wuji, who had not yet left the Lizheng Hall, suddenly turned around.

Li Shimin, standing above, suddenly stood up and asked incredulously, "You mean Jiaying and Chong'er got into a fight?"

"Yes, Young Master Changsun was beaten so badly that he was completely powerless to resist. By the time the Imperial Guards arrived, he had already fainted, and it is said that his leg may be broken."

"Charge! Charge!"

Changsun Wuji suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, and he staggered a few steps. Although he was furious, he knew in his heart where he was.

He trembled uncontrollably and bowed to Li Shimin, saying, "Your Majesty, I, your subject, request the imperial physician."

"Quickly, have the Imperial Medical Bureau send their best trauma specialists. Spare no effort to save Chong'er's leg."

Li Shimin couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

This brat is getting more and more outrageous; he actually dared to go to Wangchun Tower!
Does he still know his own identity?

Seeing the anger on his face, Changsun Wuji felt a little comforted.

He knew very well that His Majesty would not severely punish Wen He, but he simply couldn't swallow his anger.

'Go home and check on Chong'er first. If Chong'er really... Wen He, I will be your sworn enemy!'

Changsun Wuji hurriedly left the palace, urging the carriage to hurry home.

And just as he was leaving the Rikjeong Hall.

Li Shimin inquired about the details of Gao Yue's actions.

The latter were all told to them by Jinwuwei.

"The Imperial Guard said that it was Young Master Changsun who first humiliated the young man from Gaoyang County. Today, Prince Rencheng brought the young man from Gaoyang County to Wangchun Tower to make him famous."

"Unexpectedly, Young Master Changsun was also there. After mentioning the humble origins of the Prince of Gaoyang and humiliating him as a lowly commoner, the Prince of Gaoyang became enraged and attacked. At that time, all the guards of the Changsun residence drew their knives. If it weren't for Prince Rencheng's presence, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Gao Yue's words seemed impartial, but the following sentences were the key.

Your Majesty, look how arrogant the Changsun family is, committing violence with knives in broad daylight.

Wen He was wronged, which is why she took action in anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shimin suddenly looked up and glanced at him.

Gao Yue was startled, thinking that Li Shimin had discovered her thoughts. She quickly lowered her head and was about to confess when she heard Li Shimin say something.

“Go to that brat’s house, give him a good scolding, and then make him stay home quietly for a few days.”

After saying this, Li Shimin sighed deeply.

He knew that with Wen He's personality, she wouldn't have used such a heavy hand unless she had really angered him.

But that brat doesn't even consider that what he's doing is putting me in a difficult position?

Thinking of this, he lost all interest in handling government affairs.

So he went to Wanchun Palace to find Empress Zhangsun.

When he told the latter about it, the latter was greatly surprised.

"What about Chong'er's legs?"

"I have already sent the physician. I think there is nothing serious. That brat has not been learning martial arts for long. At most, he will be in pain for a while."

Li Shimin's guess was correct.

After all, Wen He's strength wasn't enough to break a person's leg with a single blow.

Changsun Chong's leg was indeed fine, just a little red and swollen, but the bone was not broken.

But his face...

"I'm going to kill him, kill him!"

Inside the Changsun residence, Changsun Chong's hands were pinned to the bed as he struggled and roared angrily.

His handsome face was now swollen like a pig's head.

There are still marks from the stick on his left cheek.

There was also a very obvious shoe print on his right cheek.

Wang, who was standing to the side, cried with heartache.

"Young master, please don't be angry. If you keep moving around like this, I won't be able to apply the medicine." The physician was also anxious, holding a thin strip of silk in his hand, wanting to start but not knowing where to begin.

"I want him dead!"

Changsun Chong roared.

He could never forget the cold, contemptuous look in Wen He's eyes when she beat him and trampled him under her feet.

"You should be glad you are Zhangsun Wuji's son, otherwise you wouldn't be able to leave Wangchun Tower today."

Wen He sneered, and as soon as she finished speaking, she kicked him hard in the face.

At that moment, Changsun Chong felt dizzy and overwhelmed with grievance and humiliation.

He knew that today's events would spread throughout Chang'an, and he would become the biggest joke in the city.

"Chong'er!"

A mournful cry was heard outside. Changsun Wuji pushed aside the crowd gathered at the door and rushed into the house.

When he saw Changsun Chong lying on the bed, his face completely disfigured, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"what!"

Changsun Wuji shouted angrily.

Changsun Chong looked at his father and tears immediately streamed down his face.

"Father, I want to kill him! I want to kill him!"

"Chong'er, Chong'er!"

Changsun Wuji staggered a few steps and came to Changsun Chong's side. The father and son immediately grasped each other's hands.

"Chong'er, don't worry, Father will make sure that country bumpkin pays the price!"

"Father, let's go and settle accounts with Wen He!"

The teenagers who had been watching from outside the house stood up indignantly.

They all spoke passionately about avenging their brothers.

Before Changsun Wuji returned, they all just watched from the sidelines, and no one said a word.

"Get out, you bastards, all of you get out!"

On the bed, Changsun Chong angrily pointed at his brothers.

"You beasts, you came here on purpose to see me make a fool of myself, get out, get out!"

Apart from Changsun Huan, Changsun Jun, and Changsun Yan, none of the members of the Changsun family present were born to Wang Shi; they were all born out of wedlock.

In the eyes of these legitimate sons of powerful families, these illegitimate children were no different from their servants.

Changsun Chong never treated them as his own brothers.

Now that they had seen him in this pathetic state, he felt even more grief and indignation.

He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, his face changed, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Changsun Wuji panicked and shouted, "Medical officer! Medical officer!"

The imperial physician who had just been pushed aside rushed over and took Changsun Chong's pulse.

"Young master, you've become so angry that you've lost your temper. It's best not to get angry. Although the injury hasn't reached your internal organs, you still need to rest."

The imperial physician spoke earnestly and patiently.

Upon hearing this, Changsun Wuji nodded and went up to comfort him, saying, "Chong'er, don't worry, your father will definitely avenge you."

"Revenge? Then let's do it."

Inside the residence of Gao Yangzi.

Wen He lay on a rocking chair with a fire in front of him, on which a skewer of chicken wings was roasting.

Seeing his nonchalant expression, Li Daozong felt he still had to give him a reminder.

"Changsun Wuji may seem to have a gentle personality, but he is vindictive and, among his sons, he loves Changsun Chong the most."

"And you should know that the Empress also dotes on this. Otherwise, you can push the blame onto me. I am a member of the imperial family, and Changsun Wuji will not dare to do anything to me."

Wen He glanced at him and chuckled, "Don't worry about it. At worst, you'll be dismissed from your post and locked up in this mansion for the rest of your life. That's good, you won't have to go out and do anything."

Afterwards, Wen He realized that she had acted impulsively.

He thought he should hold back, but the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Since we've already started, let's go all out.

At worst, they'll just be imprisoned.

Then he'll slack off for twenty or thirty years, and when Li Er dies, he'll have Li Chengqian bail him out.

He's only ten years old; he can wait.

“Prince Rencheng, you’d better leave quickly, otherwise when people from the palace come, you might be implicated.”

Although this matter was caused by Li Daozong, what he said earlier was quite right, so Wen He didn't want to be implicated by him and thus incur Changsun Wuji's wrath.

"Aren't you afraid at all?" Li Daozong asked in surprise.

"Life is but a hundred years, what's there to be afraid of? Instead of cowering like a turtle, why not make a big scene? Besides, I didn't kill him."

Wen He gazed at the sky.

This time it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

But he was also gambling.

If he loses the bet, he'll stay here for decades until Wenrou grows up, then send her out of Chang'an, preferably to the south.

And so his connection with the Tang Dynasty came to an end.

Just then, Wenzhong walked over.

"Young master, the high-ranking official has arrived."

"Well, let him in."

Wen He waved her hand lazily.

Seeing this, Li Daozong smiled helplessly.