The First Lackey Under The Empress

He fainted just like that? Truly a man of narrow mind...

Zhao Du'an didn't expect his words to be so devastating, and his expression turned strange.

He shook his head, stood up, and cast a cold gaze at the group of wicked servants:

"Aren't you going to get lost?"

Only then did the servants carrying clubs wake up as if from a dream. How could they dare to say another word?

Immediately, they tucked their tails between their legs, flustered, dragged the unconscious Zhang Changji, and hurriedly fled Zhao's residence, afraid of being killed on the spot if they were a step too slow.

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Even more urgently, they went to report the matter to Zhang Jia Da Lang and the Old Master.

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"Young Master, are you... alright? Just now, that person claimed that you had been convicted and imprisoned."

At this time, the servants of the Zhao family came back to their senses one after another, and the old steward asked with tears in his eyes.

When Zhao's father was young, he was the steward of the family, almost like family.

Therefore, even after the original owner gained power, he was still kind to him.

"Don't listen to that person's nonsense. What kind of relationship do I have with His Majesty? How could anything happen to me?"

Zhao Du'an deliberately raised his voice, invoking the Empress's name to appease the servants.

Then, he briefly described the confrontation in the palace, glossing over the details and focusing on the results.

The atmosphere in the mansion had been tense for days.

Now that they learned that their young master had not only made amends for his merits but was also invited to dine with the Holy One and had received great benefits, they were immediately beaming with joy.

The tense atmosphere was swept away, and they all began to compliment him.

"Alright, what are you all doing standing here? Clean up the broken places. Oh, right, send someone out. My carriage is behind. Tell Zhu Kui that everything is fine here."

Zhao Du'an dismissed the busy servants and then looked at the main characters.

Even though he vaguely remembered them, he was still stunned by their beauty at this moment.

What beautiful stepmother and sister...

You Jinhua had already stood up. Her dark green silk dress was stained with dust, and her soft and gentle face was filled with relief after surviving the disaster.

Seeing Zhao Du'an looking at her, she subconsciously trembled and squeezed out a flattering smile:

"It's good that Da Lang is alright. Accompanying the Emperor in the palace must have made you hungry. Auntie will arrange a meal... Pan'er? What are you standing there for? Quickly get your brother enough clothes."

Clearly, she was the mistress of the house, but she had a servile and cautious appearance, as if she was afraid of angering him.

In his memory, this auntie had been very good to him since she entered the house.

She managed the house in an orderly manner and had a gentle and weak personality.

Even if she was beaten by the original owner, she would only silently return to her room and cry... She was a classic wife of the feudal era.

No wonder Zhao's father disregarded the rumors and insisted on marrying her... Zhao Du'an felt complicated, and a sense of guilt arose spontaneously. He was about to say something to comfort her.

Suddenly, he was interrupted by a young girl's voice.

"I won't!"

Zhao Pan said with a crying voice. The girl perfectly inherited her mother's high looks, with an oval face, a high and delicate nose, and disheveled hair.

At this moment, her autumn-like eyes were red, and her silver teeth were clenched tightly, like an injured young leopard.

Well, this sister's personality is completely opposite to her mother's. She is strong, independent, and brave.

Because she witnessed her mother's compromising and being bullied by the original owner many times, she had a strong resistance to Zhao Du'an.

"Pan'er, why are you so ignorant... Apologize quickly!"

You Jinhua's face changed, pretending to be angry, for fear of angering Zhao Du'an and making him use violence against her daughter.

Zhao Pan's eyes became even redder, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She didn't understand why her mother always protected this scumbag so much, even though he was a stone that couldn't be warmed.

No, he was a wolf, a wolf who bullied her and her mother!

She gritted her teeth and didn't know where she got the courage to say:

"If it weren't for him causing those disasters outside, how could the enemies have found their way home? Just now, I was almost..."

You Jinhua bit her lip and suddenly slapped her daughter's pretty face. Zhao Pan didn't dodge or avoid, but just shed tears.

"Alright—"

However, the woman's wrist was grabbed by Zhao Du'an in the middle of the slap, and she couldn't move an inch.

"I'm upset today and don't want to see women crying and sniveling,"

Zhao Du'an said with a straight face and a cold voice:

"I'm going back to my room to rest. Don't disturb me before dinner."

After speaking, he strode away, sighing deeply in his heart, feeling his head buzzing:

"How bad is my terrible persona..."

Of course, You Jinhua didn't know what he was thinking. She just breathed a sigh of relief, then hugged her sobbing daughter with pity, patted the girl's back with her hand, and comforted her in a low voice.

At the same time, she looked at Zhao Du'an's leaving figure with doubts in her eyes:

Today's Da Lang doesn't seem so scary anymore.

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Inner house.

Inside his own bedroom.

Zhao Du'an threw himself on the bed, digesting the experiences of the past three days.

Only at this moment did he truly relax.

"The Empress has granted me the rank of Imperial Attendant as a reward, but this is only temporary. With a criminal record, I can be thrown into the dust at any time.

What kind of status can I have in Xu Zhenguan's eyes depends on my subsequent performance...

At present, it can only be said that I have obtained a ticket to become a vassal of imperial power... I must not be careless...

Heh, although this operation has successfully extricated me, it has also completely offended Prime Minister Li Yanfu... When that old fellow learns the news, he will inevitably target me in the future..."

"However, I'm not afraid of being bitten by too many lice. With my popularity, it's basically impossible to take the route of being flexible and smooth-talking. From any point of view, clinging to the Empress's thigh is my only way to survive!"

"Besides, her thighs should be quite long and white..."

Zhao Du'an gave himself a head bump: "Tch, tch, tch, think about serious things!"

He folded his hands behind his head, looked at the window curtains, and sorted out his thoughts:

"The Great Yu Dynasty unified the Central Plains, and there are only scattered vassal states around, which is very similar to the world I am familiar with.

Therefore, I can't offend Xu Zhenguan no matter who I offend, otherwise I can only learn from Zhuang Xiaocheng and those rebels and become rats in the gutter."

"...Zhuang Xiaocheng, you old fellow, you have really tricked me so badly. Where am I going to catch you in half a year?"

The Empress gave him half a year to arrest the rebels, but Zhao Du'an felt that this case was absurd.

Kuang Fu She is undoubtedly powerful. Zhuang Xiaocheng, as a high-level member, can mobilize "worldly" realm warlocks to protect him, and after this incident, it is unlikely that he will show his head again.

With Zhao Du'an himself, the possibility of completing the task is almost zero.

"Change my thinking. There is no reason for the Empress to force me to death with an impossible task.

So, it is equivalent to giving me a half-year 'probation period'. As long as I can make enough contributions within half a year, I can offset Zhuang Xiaocheng's case!"

Of course, Zhao Du'an did not completely pin his life and death on the emperor's mind.

What he looked forward to more in his heart was cultivation.

"That ray of light, is that a martial skill?"

Zhao Du'an looked at his right hand and fell into deep thought:

When he punched Zhang Changji in the same realm, the other party's flesh and blood were turned out, but he only had slight bruises on his skin.

The contrast is so clear, it must be the effect of the mysterious morning glow.

He always believed that his talent for cultivating "Martial God Diagram" was too outrageous, and suspected that it was related to his transmigrator status, but there was no evidence.

Simply don't think about it, it's always right to become stronger.

When he is strong enough to be feared by the Empress, where in the world can he not go?

"According to Eunuch Hai, as long as I make contributions, I will have the opportunity to obtain resources from the Imperial Palace Martial Arts Treasury, and the Martial God inheritance is suitable for me...

So, my next goal is to make as many contributions as possible to enhance my cultivation, and... greater... power!"

Yes, power!

Whether it was the experience of his previous life or the experiences of the past three days since his transmigration, they repeatedly made him understand the importance of power.

At least before his martial arts cultivation is completed, power is his greatest guarantee.

Just imagine, if he had no power, how could he have coerced Feng Ju and Wang Xian?

Help him turn the tables?

If he had no power, how could he dare to resist Zhang Changji's bullying in the face of it? Offending the Vice Minister of War?

"Martial power and power, both must be grasped, both must be strong!"

As for how to make contributions... he already has a goal.

"Zhang Changshuo, Zhang Changji..."

Zhao Du'an whispered silently, thinking that, given the character of the Zhang brothers, they should not be clean.

He is a bit of a grudge person, and the Zhang brothers have repeatedly tried to put him to death, so this matter cannot be forgotten.

Why not... start with the Zhang family first?

It's worth a try...

But the details of this matter still need to be considered.

Zhao Du'an temporarily put it down, got up with a carp jump, and began to rummage through the room for a money box.

Feng Ju's matter of bailing people out is not over yet. Next, this case will definitely be tried, and the "deposit" that Zhao Du'an received before must be handed over.

Otherwise, it is easy to be criticized.

"Anyway, the original owner has made a lot of money in the past year, so it's okay to return a sum."

Zhao Du'an looked excited, full of interest in counting gold, silver, and treasures.

His private treasury should have a lot of money.

However, when he opened the locked metal money box in the room with anticipation, his smile suddenly froze, and his pupils slowly dilated:

"Where's my money?!"

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