Volume One, Chapter 11: River City

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At the Zhang residence, in the mourning hall.

On the altar, only a few scattered memorial tablets stood.

Zhang Yan knelt there, watching as Zhang Wu gently stroked the tablet inscribed with "Beloved Wife, Lady Liu."

Though he was clearly a rough man, skilled only in warfare, he too had this tender side beneath his iron exterior.

“My son's mother, Yan’s ailment has finally healed. I had intended to observe him a while longer before telling you, but Yan is about to depart for Jiangcheng to assume the post of Supervisory Censor,” Zhang Wu spoke softly.

After speaking, Zhang Wu glanced at Zhang Yan with a trace of anger on his face. “Your old man hasn’t set foot in a brothel in all these years, always loving your mother deeply. Yet you actually dared to go to one? Apologize to your mother at once!”

Zhang Yan curled his lips slightly. In this era, not having multiple wives and concubines was the true rarity.

Still, Zhang Yan greatly admired Zhang Wu. A lifetime devoted to one person was rare in any age.

“Mother, I know my mistake,” Zhang Yan bowed his head and said.

But he had no intention of changing.

He had no memories of this mother; she seemed to have passed away in an accident when he was very young.

Zhang Wu sighed and waved his hand. “Forget it. This trip to Jiangcheng will be your first time traveling far. I’m worried, so let Old Wu choose a maid to accompany and take care of you.”

In front of his wife's memorial tablet, Zhang Wu no longer showed his usual roughness.

Just then, Wu Bo arrived, bringing a young girl dressed in green.

“Young master, let Xiaohuan accompany you. She’s quite nimble,” Wu Bo said with a chuckle.

“Greetings, young master,” Xiaohuan spoke timidly, seemingly a little afraid of Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan’s eyes lit up with interest as he looked at her.

Xiaohuan appeared to be around sixteen or eighteen, young and fair-skinned, with an innocent and charming face, though her figure was a bit slender.

Zhang Yan had no idea when the Zhang residence had acquired such a maid.

Grinning, Zhang Yan beckoned her over. “Come here, let the young master have a good look.”

As Xiaohuan stepped forward, Zhang Yan’s head suddenly received a sharp slap from Zhang Wu.

“You brat, do you think this is a brothel?” Zhang Wu scolded angrily.

After the slap, Zhang Wu continued, “Stabilizing grain prices is no simple task, but if you set your mind to it, I’ll risk my life to protect you.”

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When it came to protecting his son, Zhang Wu was fiercely devoted.

Zhang Yan lightly patted Zhang Wu’s shoulder and smiled. “Don’t worry, Father. I already have a plan.”

Lowering grain prices was no big deal—there were plenty of ways to do it.

Actually, Zhang Yan didn’t have much to pack; Jiangcheng provided food and lodging. Just some changes of clothes would suffice.

After a quick preparation, Zhang Yan and Xiaohuan headed to the city gate, where a carriage was waiting.

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