After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

Chapter 105 Family Letter

"Sir, can you please not let me go back to deliver the letter home?"

"Should I stay here to protect you?"

Yong Zeng looked at Han Ming who was eating with a worried look.

"Stop talking so much nonsense. Have you ever looked at the entire Anfu Transportation Office? How many people can I trust?"

"This time it's a letter home and some follow-up plans. No one else can do it."

"You must deliver the letter to your grandfather in person. You cannot use another person to do it."

Seeing Han Ming's serious look, Yong Zeng put away his playful expression and saluted with his fists.

"Don't worry, sir. Yong Zeng will definitely deliver the letter to the old master."

Han Ming nodded slightly: "I trust you to do the work."

"Also, I have a letter to send to the Madam."

"Don't peek on the road, kid!"

Han Ming deliberately gave a warning, which made Yong Zeng smile again.

"Yes, son!"

After dinner, Han Ming personally escorted Yong Zeng out of the government office.

Looking at the other person's back as he galloped on horseback, Han Ming looked into the distance and sighed softly: "My dear, I'm so sorry..."

. . . . . .

Just as Han Ming's family letter was rushing to the capital, undercurrents were also surging in the city of Bianliang, thousands of miles away.

In Prince Yong’s Mansion, a fat middle-aged man in luxurious clothes was leisurely drinking tea.

A shrewd man with a goatee stood beside him. At this moment, he was stroking his beard while looking through various intelligence reports from the northwest.

"Sir, in your opinion, this time, that Han Shaojian is also taking advantage of the situation, using the excuse of being injured to actually mobilize the Western Army?"

Prince Yong smacked his lips twice, put down his tea bowl and asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness, our young Han Xianggong has always acted unexpectedly since he entered the officialdom."

"His thoughts were unconstrained and unfettered, which is why he often gained the favor and favour of the government officials."

"In my opinion, these serious injuries are all laying the foundation for military reform."

Hearing the words of the man with the goatee, a hint of appreciation appeared in Prince Yong's small eyes.

"Sir, what do you think I should do at this moment?"

The more Prince Yong looks at Han Ming, the more he feels that he is capable and talented, and will be a talented person who will be a great help to him when he ascends the throne in the future.

It's a pity that he got married early, otherwise he could have been a son-in-law and a confidant, which would have been of great benefit.

"Your Majesty, I think that at this moment, you should hold your ground and wait and see what happens."

Prince Yong frowned at the goateed man's words and looked at him with some confusion.

"Your Highness, although you may now be the heir to the throne, please do not forget two things."

"What two points?"

Prince Yong's expression straightened, and he leaned forward slightly to ask.

"First, the prince's current power all comes from the imperial family. Although the imperial family intends to cultivate Han Jingyuan, they do not allow the royal family to have contact with him."

"If Your Majesty does not wish to incur the displeasure of the officials, he should diligently observe his duties and wait for the right time."

The goateed man's words made Prince Yong's expression gradually relax and he nodded slightly.

Seeing that his prince agreed with what he said, the man with the goatee continued to explain.

"The second point is Prince Yan!"

When Prince Yan was mentioned, Prince Yong's eyes were filled with strong disgust and a hint of murderous intent.

"If Your Highness takes any action now, Prince Yan's eyes will always be on you!"

"He won't let you have an easy time..."

The words of the man with the goatee made Prince Yong react, and he clenched his hands secretly under his gorgeous clothes.

"Prince Yan, one day I will let him know who is the true emperor!"

The man with the goatee looked at the somewhat angry Prince Yong and couldn't help but shake his head secretly. This prince's skill in cultivating his Qi was still far from perfect.

. . . . . .

Time passes day by day in seemingly calm manner.

One day, Yu Yanran was about to go out to visit the Sheng family. Suddenly, there was a commotion at the gatehouse, making the quiet Han Mansion lively.

Jin Rui and Ju Cao ran into the house in small steps, bringing a long-awaited news.

"My lady, Yong Zeng has returned, and brought a letter from my husband."

Yu Yanran, who was teasing her son, suddenly stopped and looked at the duo who reported the news with disbelief.

"What about people?"

Yu Yanran quickly stood up and asked in a panic.

"I went to the old master's study to report, and will come here to pay my respects later."

Hearing this, Yu Yanran's hands trembled a little and she stood there at a loss.

As if sensing his mother's panic, Nuo Ge'er grunted and waved his little hands.

Seeing her son's actions, Yu Yanran smiled knowingly, leaned over and grabbed Nuoge'er's little hand and smiled.

"Good boy, Nuo Ge'er, you'll see your father's letter soon. He must miss you very much."

"What about you, Nuo'er? Do you miss your dad?"

As Yu Yanran spoke, she shook Nuoge'er's little hand, causing the baby to giggle.

Seeing their wife behave like this, Jin Rui and Ju Cao, who were standing beside them, both covered their mouths and laughed softly.

In less than a moment, Yong Zeng walked in from outside the courtyard, looking exhausted.

When they reached the door, Yong Zeng bowed and said in a deep voice, "Yong Zeng has brought the young master's handwritten letter to greet the lady."

Yu Yanran heard the sound in the house and immediately ran out.

"Yong Zeng, you've worked hard, take a rest soon."

Yu Yanran tried hard to calm herself down and not let her worries show.

"Thank you, Madam. This is a letter from the young master that he asked me to deliver. Please open it yourself."

Yong Zeng also knew what was important and what was not, so he quickly took out Han Ming's handwritten letter from his pocket and handed it to Yu Yanran.

Yu Yanran took it immediately and opened it impatiently, while not forgetting to give instructions to Jin Rui and the others.

"Prepare some food for Yong Zeng and let him have some rest. He must be exhausted after rushing back from the northwest and sleeping in the open all the way."

"Thank you, ma'am."

Yong Zeng immediately started laughing foolishly. Jin Rui and Ju Cao immediately bowed and took Yong Zeng to receive his reward and rest.

Seeing everyone leave, Yu Yanran walked to the bed with the letter from home, opened it and read it softly.

"My wife is as beautiful as I am..."

Reading the letter expressing her husband's deep longing for her, Yu Yanran's smile grew wider.

After reading Han Ming's thoughts about himself and his son, the second page is about what he saw and heard on this journey to the northwest.

He even explained some details of his current situation and 'faking injury'.

"...your husband used a piece of high-quality pig skin and applied it to his chest to make it look real, and mixed it with cinnabar, chicken blood, and other substances..."

"...then cut it open with a long knife, creating wounds and blood..."

"...I once learned a breath-holding technique in Wudang Mountain that can temporarily cause the human body to fall into a coma-like state..."

"...I'm sorry for hiding so many things from you. I once said I wouldn't let you worry or panic again. Now it seems I was really an asshole..."

"..."

Looking at her husband's words, Yu Yanran could imagine Han Ming's uneasiness and a little panic when he wrote this letter home.

This made her laugh through her tears, and she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands.

"Sir..."

“Ahhhhh…”

Nuo Ge'er stretched out his chubby little hands to grab his mother's hand.

Seeing this, Yu Yanran stretched out her finger for her son to hold, and whispered softly: "My dear Nuo, your father will definitely return to us safely."

As he said this, he placed Han Ming's letter next to Nuoge'er. A gentle breeze blew, and the paper was gently blown away, making a "scratching" sound...