Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Rong Jin didn't pay much attention to the Prime Minister. He left a sentence and walked away. However, halfway there, he noticed that Su Tang hadn't followed, so he couldn't help but stop and turn around to look at her.

"Taotao, what are you spacing out about?"

Su Tang felt that there was something she didn't know. Wasn't Rong Jin still the commoner Young Master Shen from the Shen family? How could even the Prime Minister be wary of him?

The County Magistrate was equally puzzled, but although he was curious, he definitely didn't dare to ask. After all, with his small official position, anyone who wanted to trip him up could cause him a lot of trouble. He didn't care why Ninth Master Shen, with his commoner status, could make the Prime Minister wary. The only thing he was sure of was that this was not someone he could afford to provoke.

He looked at the handsome man walking out of the restaurant, and his desire to survive made him bow again. "Ninth Master Shen, walk slowly. Miss Shen, walk slowly."

Rong Jin nodded slightly, without any extra words. Su Tang, on the other hand, waved to Wen Ran, who was beside her.

"Ranran, I'm going back."

Wen Ran hesitated to speak. At first, she thought this was some kind of immortal young master, but who would have thought that this one would be so fierce? She suddenly understood why her friend had said he was "not a good person" before. Just these methods were terrifying to think about.

"Okay, I'll come find you again in a while."

Su Tang trotted to catch up with Rong Jin, but she stopped when she thought of Hua Shao just as she was about to get into the carriage.

Rong Jin really didn't have much patience. Seeing that she wasn't moving, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What do you want to do again?"

Su Tang said, "Little Ninth Uncle seems very tired lately. I found myself a teacher and want to learn a bit of opera to entertain you. What do you think, should I let him go back to our residence first?"

Rong Jin smiled meaningfully. "Didn't you say I'm 'not a good person'? And now you want to sing opera to entertain me?"

Su Tang was shocked when she heard this, and her friend, at this moment, was already looking at her with a look of utter dismay.

She swallowed, stuttering, full of nervousness. "I… I…" When she thought of the door she had kicked open earlier, wasn't it right next to her private room? That private room didn't have good soundproofing at all, otherwise, how would she have known that Jia Yuankuo was saying bad things about her?

She wanted to cry but had no tears, and her whole person felt like she had lost all hope in life.

"Little Ninth Uncle, you were in the next room just now? I was just joking with Ranran. Our Little Ninth Uncle is handsome and dashing, like a snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, a bright moon, a god-like figure. I was just blinded by lard before, I…" Su Tang "I" for a long time, and finally blurted out, "I was just jealous of you!"

She had used all the good words she could think of.

Wen Ran twitched her lips, completely unable to believe that this was her tomboyish sister.

She almost went to see if she had been possessed.

Wake up, sister! If you go out like this and are seen by other noble ladies, you'll be laughed at!

However, when Wen Ran looked at Rong Jin, she suddenly felt that being laughed at was nothing; saving her life was the real deal.

In order to avoid harming the innocent, she showed no sisterly affection at all, and completely looked like she was running away. "Taotao, I suddenly remember that I have some things to do these days. I'll come find you to play after I'm done. I'm leaving first." After saying that, she also bowed slightly to Rong Jin.

As soon as she left, Su Tang had no outside help. She could only look at Rong Jin expectantly. Finally, before he could speak, she wailed, "Little Ninth Uncle, I was wrong."

Rong Jin said, "Go back and copy books."

Su Tang said, "Then… what about my little teacher?"

Rong Jin glanced at Hua Shao, who was standing in the shadows, and didn't make things difficult for him. "You've already called him 'little teacher,' so naturally, you should bring him back together. After all…" He drawled, smiling meaningfully, "I'm still waiting to see you sing opera to entertain me."

After Rong Jin and his party left, the Prime Minister and the County Magistrate dared to walk out of the restaurant.

Compared to the Prime Minister's gloomy face, the County Magistrate stroked the beard under his mouth.

Besides him, the yamen runners were also very curious. "Sir, are we not going to take care of this matter?"

The County Magistrate glared at the yamen runner. "Take care of what? Is that something we can take care of? Didn't you see that even the Prime Minister didn't dare to take action? I think the capital is going to change."

The yamen runner was scolded and shrank his neck, even more curious. "Sir, what is the identity of that Ninth Master Shen? Even the Prime Minister is wary of him?"

They all knew that Ninth Master Shen was the nephew of the Marquis Zhongyi, the only son of Shen Ling. He had been bedridden for many years, but such an identity was really not very noble in the capital. After all, Shen Ling had been dead for so many years, and the Marquis Zhongyi was also old. Didn't you see that the futures of the Marquis Zhongyi's sons were very ordinary? So what means does this Ninth Master Shen have that even the Prime Minister has to look at his face?

The yamen runner naturally didn't know that Rong Jin had only recently recovered his health on the surface, but in reality, he had already begun to lay out his plans more than a year ago.

Even the one on the dragon throne in the palace had learned that his grandson had been left outside.

Back then, when the Crown Prince had an accident, the capital was unstable, and the Emperor was surrounded by dangers. Therefore, the Marquis Zhongyi didn't even tell the Emperor after saving Rong Jin, until these years when he had removed most of the spies and Rong Jin's body had recovered.

However, the only thing the Marquis Zhongyi didn't expect was that his own inner courtyard could be so filthy. He didn't dare to ask too much after bringing people back, for fear that there were spies of the Prince Yan in the mansion, thinking that there would always be servants serving him every day. Who would have thought that he would have resisted outsiders, but almost been killed by that group of servants who were outwardly compliant but inwardly opposed?

Therefore, later, when Rong Jin began to clean up his sons, the Marquis Zhongyi didn't say a word.

When there are too many sons, the backyard becomes chaotic, with infighting and the family getting along worse than outsiders. Therefore, when Rong Jin regained his sanity and asked him what he wanted, the Marquis Zhongyi said only one sentence: Leave a descendant for my Shen family, and you can handle the rest.

This meant that I will let you kill my eight sons, just don't kill them all.

The Marquis Zhongyi also had good methods. If he had threatened him with the grace of saving his life at the beginning, Rong Jin might have paid off the favor all at once and been done with it, but now, he still retained something for the Shen family, so he wouldn't be too ruthless. For example, those sons were at least not crippled by him.

After Rong Jin regained his sanity, the old Emperor began to pave the way for him. Don't ask why the old Emperor was only staring at this grandson, because in the coup a few years ago, his only two remaining sons had died, and now only Rong Jin was left as the sole heir.

Prince Yan was powerful, but the old Emperor had been in power for many years, and after these years of infighting, he had finally severely damaged him and driven the traitor out of the capital, back to his own territory.

In the past year or so, the Emperor didn't hide it, and many ministers had seen Rong Jin. In addition, with the Emperor's attitude, although Rong Jin didn't have an official title, no one dared to underestimate him.

After all, in the eyes of the adults, it wasn't that the Emperor didn't give him an official title, but probably because he couldn't find a good official position, so he hadn't issued an imperial decree yet.

But that's right, Rong Jin was the future Emperor. As long as the old Emperor was in power, he really had to wait.

The County Magistrate was just a seventh-rank official, and he wasn't clear about these things. The only thing he could be sure of was, "Some things, we shouldn't know, so don't ask."

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