My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

Chapter 288 Seeking Help from Prince Ning

The two ran away from the area until they were sure no one could catch them, then they breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

"Don't go back yet. Come to my house. My dad will hide us."

Wan Cheng said, "No, it's normal for your father to protect you, but he definitely can't protect me. If the Third Prince puts pressure on my family, the Wan family will definitely find me. What will your father do then?"

The younger brother had originally planned to go back and ask his father and sister for help, but he stopped when he heard this.

They escaped, and the Third Prince will try to find them. Do Consort Xin and the Xing family know about this? Just because the Third Prince doesn't have any advisors doesn't mean the Xing family and Consort Xin don't.

Wan Cheng always said that he was the heir apparent and that his father and sister would protect him, because he always believed that the Si family was deeply favored by the emperor.

But he knew perfectly well the dire straits the Si family was in, and that the Emperor had sent him to the palace simply to monitor him. Perhaps only with his death could the Emperor truly be at ease.

Thinking of this, the younger brother stopped and, after a moment of trying to determine the direction, said, "We're not going back. Let's go find someone who can save us."

"Someone who can save us?"

Wan Cheng didn't know who he was talking about, and just followed him in a daze. The two of them ran all the way to the courtyard where Prince Ning was temporarily staying.

Because he was favored by the Emperor, the Imperial Household Department arranged for Prince Ning's courtyard to be close to the Emperor's. However, Prince Ning said he had matters to attend to and needed peace and quiet, so he moved his courtyard to the far west side.

After learning that Prince Ning was his brother-in-law, the younger brother developed a strong aversion to him. Even though he had helped him the day before and later rescued his second sister, this aversion had not disappeared.

He didn't believe that Prince Ning had lost his memory. If he really had lost his memory, how could he have become so powerful?

It's clear that after rising to a high position, he looked down on his second sister. Such a man who abandons his wife and daughter is so irresponsible; he truly despises him.

But in this critical moment, he actually felt that only Prince Ning was trustworthy and could truly help them in the entire imperial estate.

In just two short years, he became a paragon of justice, praised by the common people and seen as an iron-faced Yama by criminals.

The rainy night was slippery, and the two were filled with terror, falling countless times as they ran. Even though they were temporarily safe, fear still made them unable to walk steadily.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Prince Ning's courtyard, the two of them collapsed to the ground.

The gatekeeper was alarmed. He opened the door, took a look, and was terrified. He quickly went inside to report.

Even though it was past midnight, the lights were still on in Prince Ning's room, and papers were spread out on the table. He was deep in thought, and a man sitting opposite him was also deep in thought.

This person was Feng Ziheng.

Feng Ziheng stroked his beard and slowly shook his head: "I think Your Highness's bill is not good and needs to be revised."

"I think so too, but I can't think of a way to revise it for the time being. Does Brother Ziheng have any ideas?"

Feng Ziheng said somewhat helplessly, "No."

Prince Ning frowned. Those fools in the Dali Temple, if you expect them to offer any opinions, they will only make excuses and say things like "it has always been this way" or ...

He wants to amend the bill because the bill is problematic. Why should it concern the previous bill?

Only Feng Ziheng truly agreed with his approach, and every time he offered a suggestion, it always gave Feng Ziheng a fresh perspective.

However, not all problems can be solved. It would be good if we could have more people like Feng Ziheng to discuss these issues together.

After pondering for a while, Feng Ziheng suggested, "Although my younger brother Zizhou is impulsive and reckless, he can sometimes come up with some good ideas. Why don't I wait until I get back and ask him?"

“Very well.” Prince Ning nodded. “It’s getting late. I’m sorry to trouble you, Brother Ziheng, to stay with me so late to review the bill.”

When Feng Zizhou was mentioned, Prince Ning thought of someone else.

The first time Feng Ziheng learned of Si Mutong was when he brought her a book that Feng had copied down, containing many legal opinions. But at that time, Feng Ziheng didn't say much, only that it was written by a woman from the common people who loved law.

Later, after Feng Zizhou took up his post at the Dali Temple, he would often mention Si Mutong whenever he saw her, saying what a genius Si Mutong was, and that if she were a man and entered the Dali Temple, she would definitely be able to compete with him.

A hint of amusement appeared on Prince Ning's face.

He had met Si Mutong, but they weren't close, so he didn't know if she was really as capable as Feng Zizhou had said. On the surface, she seemed like just an ordinary woman.

He looked down at the booklet on the table and thought to himself, "Perhaps I can ask that ordinary woman what she thinks?"

Just then, Ah Song rushed in and said, "Your Highness, outside the door..."

He glanced at Feng Ziheng, then swallowed the rest of his words.

Feng Ziheng was older, but Prince Ning was his superior, and he was very courteous. Knowing that Prince Ning had something to attend to, he immediately stood up and said, "Your Highness, I will not disturb you any longer."

But Prince Ning got up and walked out with him, asking, "Just say it."

Ah Song quickly said, "Your Highness, two young men have fallen outside the door. I went over to take a look and found that they are the heir of the Marquis of Anle's mansion and a son of a concubine from a collateral branch of the Wan family."

Si Jing'an?

Feng Ziheng's eyelids twitched heavily, but his expression remained completely unchanged.

Ah Song added, "They are the two study companions of the Third Prince."

Prince Ning strode forward: "How is he?"

“I have already ordered people to carry them in. They are in the west wing. They are fine, they seem to have been too frightened, but they are conscious. I originally thought of letting them change their clothes to prevent them from getting sick, but they refused and insisted on seeing you.”

Prince Ning nodded, then turned to Feng Ziheng and said, "If there's nothing to do tonight, Brother Ziheng, would you mind accompanying me to take a look?"

Feng Ziheng readily agreed and went along with them.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, there are two kittens in the arms of the Marquis of Anle. They seem to be injured, but even when I tried to take them, he refused..."

Prince Ning said nothing upon hearing this.

When they arrived at the west wing, the two boys, who were huddled together, became even more frightened upon hearing the noise, as if they had been startled.

Upon seeing Prince Ning, the underling jumped up and rushed over, pleading, "Your Highness Prince Ning, please save us! We beg you to save us!"

Prince Ning frowned as he looked at the two men's disheveled appearance and said, "You've been caught in the rain, go and change your clothes first."

But the younger brother shook his head desperately, saying, "No, Your Highness, you must save us, otherwise we might lose our lives..."

Prince Ning reached out and took the two cats from his arms. He examined them closely and found that both kittens had injuries of varying degrees. However, they were dry, indicating that Si Jing'an had protected the two cats well despite being in the rain.

“The cat is injured. Let Asong take care of it. Please sit down and tell me what happened.”

Ah Song was very thoughtful; he had already had ginger soup prepared and had it brought over.

Holding the ginger soup, the younger brother finally felt a bit warmer in his stiff body, and then told the whole story of what had happened that night.