This son-in-law is wicked in a good way!

Zhang Ping'an turned around somewhat guiltily, wanting to find someone to share Gu Hanshuang's burden.

But when he turned around, he found that there was no one around him within three feet.

Blanch!

Those disloyal bastards!

"My lord, although the people present are all trustworthy, there are some things that cannot be said yet."

"Just observe and see how things unfold."

Zhang Ping'an gave Gu Hanshuang an ambiguous answer.

Gu Hanshuang wasn't one to pry into things. She glanced at Zhang Ping'an, remembered the instructions from the Palace Master, and said...

"My godfather asked me to inform you that tomorrow is the Left Chancellor's sixtieth birthday. If you go, don't tarnish the reputation of us Night's Watchmen."

Is Old Deng celebrating his birthday?

However, Zhang Ping'an did not intend to go.

Going there would only result in being met with indifference, so why bother making a fool of yourself?

"My lord, I will heed Your Excellency's teachings!"

Zhang Ping'an bowed respectfully.

"It's alright, you guys go ahead and get busy!" Gu Hanshuang lifted her other long leg up as well, so now all her weight was concentrated on her buttocks.

Just as Zhang Ping'an was about to look up, he happened to see the two round and full lips bounce twice like yoga balls when they touched the chair.

If they were to get so close and use their full power, which man could resist?

Of course, he only dared to think about it in his heart.

The Night Watch guards are all top-level masters with internal strength; one slap from one of them could kill several of them.

The Left Prime Minister's Residence.

Lu Chongyang, who had just finished court, was in the main hall giving instructions about tomorrow's birthday banquet.

"Butler, here is the list of invitees. You must deliver it to all of them."

The steward bowed and said, "Your Excellency, rest assured, I will personally deliver the invitations to each person."

The Left Prime Minister nodded, then looked at Lu Qingyin.

"Qingyin, your illness of many years has finally been cured. Tomorrow, you will accompany me to meet the esteemed officials."

Lu Qingyin curtsied in a woman's manner: "Yes, Father."

Madam Su Xiu'e walked to Lu Chongyang's side and poured him another cup of tea.

"Sir, should we send someone to bring Wenhao back?"

Lu Chongyang and his wife only had this one son. Although he was very rebellious, he was still their precious son.

"Hmph, that unfilial son, he'd better die out there!" Lu Chongyang harbored deep resentment.

He paused, then his tone softened.

"Send someone to the academy and bring him back!"

"Yes, sir." Su Xiu'e immediately smiled: The master is just stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

As they were talking, Lu Wenhao suddenly walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Third brother, it seems you haven't forgotten Father's sixtieth birthday."

Lu Qingyin's words were clearly a reminder: what if Lu Wenhao's return this time wasn't for his father's birthday banquet, and he was about to anger Lu Chongyang again?

Lu Wenhao was visibly taken aback: "A birthday celebration?"

He stroked his chin: It's my father's birthday, would it be bad to upset him now?

Seeing his expression, Lu Chongyang knew he hadn't returned because of his sixtieth birthday, even though Lu Qingyin had reminded him beforehand.

He was immediately furious.

"You unfilial son, you finally know how to come back!"

While considering whether or not to reveal what his brother-in-law had taught him, Lu Wenhao's hesitation immediately turned into strength upon seeing Lu Chongyang's attitude.

boom!

Lu Wenhao suddenly kicked the chair over, making a loud noise.

Everyone was shocked!

Lu Chongyang roared, "You unfilial son, what's wrong with you now?!"

Lu Wenhao slapped his thigh and suddenly shouted, "Hey!"

This shout startled Lu Chongyang.

Then, Lu Xiang stared in disbelief at his only precious son.

"What do you want to do?"

Lu Wenhao, in a theatrical tone, shouted, "I've always taken life and death lightly."

Then he suddenly pointed at Lu Xiang, whose face was full of anger: "He's always going against Lao Deng."

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens. Nobody can interfere with me."

The whole family was stunned!

The entire hall was eerily quiet, and everyone stared wide-eyed at Lu Wenhao.

Remembering Zhang Ping'an's instructions, Lu Wenhao took advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned and waved to Lu Xiang with a smile.

Goodbye!

After saying that, he turned around and ran away in a flash.

After a while, Lu Chongyang, this powder keg, completely exploded.

"I'm so angry!"

"You unfilial son! Look at the unfilial son you've raised!"

"Cough cough cough..."

The Left Prime Minister collapsed into his chair, nearly unable to catch his breath.

If Zhang Ping'an had taught him a little more, the Left Prime Minister probably would never have lived to see his sixtieth birthday.

"Sir, what's wrong? Don't scare me..."

"Father, please don't be angry, please don't be angry... Butler, quickly go and fetch Physician Hu..."

The entire Lu residence was in chaos.

Lu Wenhao, the instigator of all this, had already boarded a carriage and returned to the academy.

Inside the carriage, Lu Wenhao danced with excitement.

"Awesome, so awesome! In this moment, we should drink a big toast!"

He suddenly felt inspired to write poetry.

He racked his brains, but couldn't come up with a single poem.

"Forget it, writing poetry isn't my forte!"

"But judging from Lao Lu's roar and my mother's and eldest sister's exclamations, he must be quite angry with me!"

"My brother-in-law is indeed very talented. I've decided to make him my mentor."

Back at the academy.

Lu Ruoxue came directly to them, and the two went to a secluded place.

Lu Wenhao felt a little guilty: "Second sister, did you want to see me about something?"

Lu Ruoxue was still dressed as a man and didn't notice her little brother's expression.

"Tomorrow is Father's sixtieth birthday. You'll come with me later to prepare birthday gifts, and we'll go back tomorrow to celebrate Father's birthday."

Lu Wenhao's eyes darted around: "Second sister, Father has always been against extravagance and waste. I just went home, and Father said to keep everything simple."

Lu Ruoxue looked at him suspiciously: "Why have I never heard Father say this before?"

"Every year on his birthday, my father would invite many guests, let alone this year, which is his 60th birthday."

"Second sister, believe it or not, I'm not going back." She added in her mind: If I go back, Old Deng will beat me to death.

Lu Ruoxue knew her rebellious younger brother somewhat, knowing that he hadn't celebrated their father's birthday in the past two years.

"Okay, I'll go back myself."

After finishing his shift at noon, Zhang Ping'an did not return to the Lu residence but stayed at the yamen.

He was about to finish the last chapter of the ten-chapter manuscript of "Zhu Xian" and was preparing to work harder.

After he finished writing the manuscript, he prepared to lie down on the chair and rest for a while.

Suddenly someone outside called him: "Ping An, someone is looking for you."

"They're here!"

In the past few days, Zhang Ping'an had become familiar with the people in the yamen, and when they learned that he hadn't gone back, they simply called for him.

When Zhang Ping'an arrived at the yamen gate and saw the person who came, he immediately frowned.

Lu Qingyin, dressed in a bright green dress and holding a blue oil-paper umbrella, stood gracefully by the roadside, followed by her maid.

"Ping An, isn't this a stunning beauty? Could it be...?" The two gatekeepers looked on with amazement and whispered.

"No, and it can't be. You should immediately put away those filthy thoughts." Zhang Ping'an slapped the constable who had spoken across the face.

He stepped down the stairs and stood two meters in front of Lu Qingyin, asking indifferently, "What is it?"

Lu Qingyin said coldly, "Did you teach Wenhao to say those things?"

Zhang Ping'an remained silent, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

This kid is really audacious.

That's the Left Chancellor, the head of the civil officials in the court.

Even Her Majesty the current Empress wouldn't dare speak to him like that.