Chapter 100 Another Way
At that moment, Prince Duan didn’t have the luxury of dealing with Zheng Nianru. The things he had uncovered in such a short time had even surprised him. This outsider, Ju Nanyi, didn’t even know that Nanmen Yu was a hostage. He had realized that this man was no ordinary person.
Therefore, Prince Duan suddenly overturned the conclusions he had previously drawn about Nanmen Yu; he had almost been deceived by him. Prince Duan had his guards escort Zheng Nianru back first, setting aside the matter of the assassins, as dealing with Nanmen Yu was the top priority.
Zheng Nianru left with her entourage, unaware of what kind of disaster Le Cheng would turn into in the future, so she didn’t realize the importance of this matter.
"Go to Yiren Street," Zheng Nianru instructed abruptly. The coachman was momentarily startled, and a guard of Prince Duan, sitting beside him, was about to speak when Xing Yu slapped the coachman on the head.
"The master told you to go to Yiren Street, didn’t you hear?" The coachman’s head reeled from the blow, having witnessed Xing Yu’s ferocity more than once, he had grown accustomed to her aggressive dominance and didn’t dare to hesitate any longer, hastening to drive the cart.
Seeing this, Prince Duan’s guard dared not speak out, watching helplessly as the carriage headed towards a secluded street in Zheng Capital. Yiren Street wasn’t a bustling area and was not inhabited by high-ranking officials or noble people.
Zheng Nianru remembered that Ju Nanyi was currently residing in a residence on Yiren Street. Ju Nanyi’s father had died early, leaving behind his widowed mother who was both proud and arrogant. They did not get along, so after their marriage, Ju Nanyi never made things difficult for her in this regard, and had even exempted her from the everyday morning and evening visitation rituals. She had never lived in the house on Yiren Street for even a day after their marriage but she had visited it before.
Ju Nanyi was just returning from the Hanlin Academy. It was early summer, and a warm breeze brushed through. His official robe contrasted sharply with the street vendors and foot soldiers, yet oddly harmonized with them.
"Lord Ju, you’re back?" A merchant selling rouge and face powder greeted Ju Nanyi enthusiastically; Ju Nanyi nodded slightly, showing full amiability.