My father is a Confucian sage, but the system forces me to be a crude warrior

Chapter 310 Zeng Shilin's Shock.

"What about the Jiang Kingdom spy incident?"

Zeng Anmin's gaze then turned to Lou Yingqi.

"The Huang family's affairs."

When this was mentioned, Lou Yingqi's expression returned to calm.

"When he came to take up his post, Zeng Gong specifically instructed that the Huang family was very powerful in Liangjiang County, and that he should flatter and ingratiate himself in order to make his mark."

Lou Yingqi's gaze deepened:

"But without Huang Gong's protection, they also need to see their own situation more clearly."

"So, the idea of ​​arresting Jiang Guo spies all over the streets was a policy you issued to gain the support of the Huang family?"

Zeng Anmin looked up at Lou Yingqi and frowned.

Lou Yingqi nodded:
"Huang Yuangao's death was ultimately attributed by the imperial court to him being a spy for the Eastern Religion in Jiang Kingdom."

"When I first arrived here to take up my post, I wanted to gain the support of the Huang family, so I resorted to this desperate measure. I never expected that I would run into my nephew by chance."

"Um……"

"You mean, what my father told you personally... he was teaching you how to do things?"

Zeng Anmin's brows furrowed even deeper.

This isn't like Dad's usual way of doing things.

Something feels off.

Lou Yingqi was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right. Zeng Gong also said that the Huang family's strongest force in Liangjiang County is its military."

"Furthermore, he specifically gave some suggestions on how to quickly seize control of the military and political power on Fengqi Road."

"These suggestions are very helpful to me."

Lou Yingqi gave Zeng Anmin a strange look: "What? Isn't it only right that you, Mr. Zeng, should promote me?"

"Hmm...maybe I'm overthinking it."

Zeng Anmin slowly relaxed his brows:
"Then we won't bother Uncle Lou any longer. We'll set off back to the capital first."

“Nephew, why the rush? It’s not too late to stay here for the night…”

"Never mind, I'm eager to go home." Zeng Anmin shook his head with a smile.

…………

They left the attic.

"So, is Quan Fudi planning to sever ties with Bai?"

Bai Zi then awkwardly asked Zeng Anmin.

Zeng Anmin gave him a strange look:
"What do you think?"

"I don't think so," Bai Ziqing shook his head and said, "You are definitely not the kind of person who would abandon his brothers for power."

"So you know that too?" Zeng Anmin sneered.
"Guess what outsiders would think of my father if he really wanted to climb the social ladder and asked me to sever ties with you?"

"Only someone who's insane would do something like this, digging their own grave."

"I see……"

Bai Ziqing nodded in sudden realization.

"You have a lot to learn."

Zeng Anmin glanced at him indifferently.

…………

Beijing.

The city walls were so tall that they were even more sturdy than those of the Southern River Kingdom.

When Zeng Anmin set foot on this land again, a long-lost sense of closeness welled up in his heart.

He stared intently at the city wall for a long while.

His gaze held a hint of seriousness.

"I am back."

The sound is very bland.

It's a preparation to be ready for the greeting of a storm.

"I'll go back to the Ministry of Rites to report first."

After entering the capital, Bai Ziqing's face became much more solemn.

"Row."

Zeng Anmin didn't waste any words. He rode his horse and, after entering the city, headed straight for the Minister's residence.

Come back home!

When the sound of his horse's hooves reached the gate of the Minister's residence.

Zeng Anmin breathed a soft sigh of relief.

It's been two months.

So much has happened in the two months I've been away from Beijing.

It's like an eternity.

Without hesitation, he dismounted and entered the mansion.

"Who?"

A familiar voice came.

Old Zhang, the gatekeeper.

"I, young master, have returned."

Zeng Anmin's voice carried a hint of a smile.

?

There was a moment of silence inside the door.

Then, with a loud "bang," the door opened.

"Young Master?!"

"you are back?!"

When the doorman, Old Zhang, saw Zeng Anmin, his joy was palpable.

"What's wrong? What good news?" Zeng Anmin raised an eyebrow and joked, "Did your wife give birth?"

"Hahaha! Look at what you're saying, young master! Even my wife giving birth can't compare to the joy of your return!"

Old Zhang hurriedly took the reins from Zeng Anmin and shouted inside:
"Young Master is back! Hurry up, everyone. Little Xizi, tell the kitchen to prepare a welcome feast for the young master!"

"Okay!"

beaming.

The moment Zeng Anmin stepped into the house.

The entire mansion was filled with joy.

A smile slowly appeared on Zeng Anmin's face.

He liked this feeling very much.

feel like home.

"Kwon-bu! You're finally back!"

Aunt Lin hurriedly came out of the courtyard carrying Huzi.

The moment she heard that Zeng Anmin had returned, she rushed out without a care for her image.

The worry on his face slowly faded when his gaze fell on Zeng Anmin's body.

“You haven’t sent a single letter home in so long; your master scolds you every day.”

A smile was also on her face.

“It’s alright, I’ll explain it to my dad myself when he gets back.”

Zeng Anmin waved his hand with a smile: "My father is still at the yamen."

"Yes, Master usually doesn't return home until after 3 AM. I've already sent Da Chun to inform him, and he should be back a little earlier today."

"Uncle, hug me!"

Tiger reached out his hand to Zeng Anmin.

"You're such a grown-up, and you still want me to carry you."

Zeng Anmin glared at him, but did not refuse. He walked closer to Aunt Lin and naturally put Hu Zi in his arms.

"Let's hurry into the inner courtyard."

Aunt Lin bustled about, greeting the servants and Zeng Anmin as well.

"You should rest first. You've only been away from home for two months. Making things too formal will only make things more distant."

Zeng Anmin was a little embarrassed.

"I'm not tired." Aunt Lin smiled and looked Zeng Anmin up and down: "It's been a while since I last saw you, and you've become even more robust."

"Cough cough."

Zeng Anmin coughed, then gave an awkward laugh: "It's nothing special."

After entering the inner courtyard, we went inside the house.

Zeng Anmin sat at the dining table and had only been playing with Hu Zi for a short while when he heard a dignified and familiar voice.

"came back?"

The sound was soft and steady, not loud or hurried.

"father."

Upon hearing this voice, Zeng Anmin turned his head with a smile and looked towards the door.

As expected, Zeng Shilin stood with one hand behind his back, dressed in an official robe, his face ruddy.

He calmly walked into the room and looked at Zeng Anmin expressionlessly.

"Yes, it's good that you're back."

From the moment he entered the room until he sat down, the old man only glanced at Zeng Anmin once.

"Let's eat."

After Zeng Shilin sat down, he picked up his chopsticks.

He then ate his food quietly.

Not a word.

Zeng Anmin also sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

He didn't say anything, but simply picked up his chopsticks and started putting food into his mouth.

Aunt Lin sensed the atmosphere was somewhat cold, so she looked up and scolded:
"Master talks about his eldest son all the time, so why is he silent now that his eldest son has actually returned?"

Why would I mention him?

The old man looked up and frowned: "You're busy dealing with government affairs all day, how can you have time to talk about this?"

"Uh……"

Zeng Anmin hesitated for a moment, then pointed sheepishly to his father's shoes and said:

"Father, did you come from the government office in a hurry...? Are you wearing the wrong shoes?"

Um? ?

The old man was taken aback and quickly lowered his head.

They discovered that their shoes were perfectly intact.

He looked up and laughed, scolding, "You brat!"

"Hehe!" Zeng Anmin chuckled sheepishly.

"Where have you been all this time?" Zeng Shilin's expression hardened again.

"I went to the south and resolved the hidden problems in my body."

"And then?" The old man's face was somewhat gloomy.

"Then... he killed the Southern King, killed two third-rank martial artists, and casually killed a third-rank great demon king, I think his name was Bifang?"

Zeng Anmin, looking nonchalant, said while eating his food:
"Xiao Wenxin has also comprehended it, and has successfully broken through to the fourth rank in Confucianism and Taoism."

"Oh, by the way, you know that Empress Gu Xiangnan, right? She's your daughter-in-law now."

"Pfft!"

"Hey Dad, sit tight! What are you doing under the table?!"

(End of this chapter)