After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband

Su Yang, a master of deceit, is the son of Marquis Dongxiang of Daqi, and the son-in-law King Beimo secured at great expense and effort.

The pit he dug, openly providing backing for the three, persuaded them to take their memorial back home to seek credit from their fathers.

Then—

They received a severe beating in return.

The three, "...."

Unanimously, the three were beaten so severely they couldn’t get out of bed.

The wife of the Capital Governor wept tears of sorrow.

The Capital Governor was so enraged he was nearly blind with fury, almost unable to stand.

He had spoiled his son too much, sold out and still delighted.

How could he have such a foolish son?

Could he, a mere Capital Governor, manage the nephew of the Minister of Revenue?!

Yes.

This task was assigned to the Prince Consort by the Emperor.

But the Prince Consort of Princess Yinchuan is not an ordinary Prince Consort; he is the only son of Marquis Dongxiang of Daqi.

How long could he stay in Beimo?!

Throwing him this mess, with the Prince Consort holding things down, the matter could be investigated, but what if he leaves?

Could he compete with the Minister of Revenue?

Forget rising swiftly through the ranks, he couldn’t even keep his position as the Capital Governor!

In the Capital City teeming with nobility, he, a mere Capital Governor, already walks on thin ice, needing to be cautious with everyone, often hoping to be reassigned to a prosperous place for easier days.

If he’d known his son would bring him such a troublesome burden, the Capital Governor regretted not allowing his son to be reassigned earlier, even to a poorer district, better than having a sword hang over him.

Young Master Zhou, the son of the Capital Governor, lay on the pillow in pain, not daring to move.

The injustice was real.

This was the first time he was beaten since growing up.

He was the apple of Mrs. Zhou’s eye; even when the Capital Governor criticized him more strictly, Mrs. Zhou would intervene.

Of course, this time was no exception, but she couldn’t stop it.

And not only couldn’t she stop it, but during the Capital Governor’s fury, the feather duster hit hard, even hitting Mrs. Zhou’s hand.

Mrs. Zhou, who maintained herself well, had fair skin, making the injury on her hand more conspicuous.

Mrs. Zhou had been married to Old Master Zhou for twenty years, usually wouldn’t even scold him, but thanks to her son’s blessings, she received a feather duster blow from Old Master Zhou. The injustice was real.

But when it came to talking about injustice, not a word dared come out.

Young Master Zhou cried grievance; after all, he hadn’t mixed in officialdom and didn’t understand its complexities, but Mrs. Zhou knew quite a lot, as noble ladies often chatted together, how couldn’t she know.

The Prince Consort came from afar, and the Emperor assigned him this task, recognizing Marquis Dongxiang’s son’s knack for stirring up trouble.

The offender was merely the nephew of the Minister of Revenue, but if followed through, it would definitely implicate the Minister of Revenue.

The Minister of Revenue had many factions in court, and his power was not to be underestimated, with even greater power behind him; no minister dared take on this investigation.

The Emperor wished for a thorough investigation, thus gave this task to the Prince Consort to stir up the trouble.

Marquis Dongxiang’s son feared neither heaven nor earth; stirring up trouble was just a piece of cake.

Once stirred up, if the matter escalated, he could pat his backside and return to Daqi.

No matter the capabilities of the Minister of Revenue, could he go to Marquis Dongxiang’s domain to retaliate against his son?

This move, the Emperor played exceedingly well.

But despite all calculations, the Capital Governor never anticipated his son would bring home the hot potato the Emperor tossed away.

Especially when he brought it back, with that face full of pride seeking credit, the Capital Governor felt he had still hit him too lightly.

If he goes out without thinking, he needs more hitting to help him remember.

In fury, the Capital Governor threw the already mostly featherless duster at Young Master Zhou’s buttocks.

"Ow!!!"

Young Master Zhou’s cries of anguish were constant.

Mrs. Zhou dared not go forward for a pull, and she couldn’t; her maid held her back.

If she could persuade the old master to calm down, she wouldn’t have had to suffer a duster on her hand, which grew bruised without proper treatment.

Young Master Zhou could not avoid it; he could only cry out.

Tears welled in his eyes.

Su Yang ignored those noble family children trying to curry favor, who envied his good relations with the three, spoke with a sarcastic tone, "Heard that the Ninth Prince of Daqi mixed with the son of Marquis Dongxiang often suffered beatings due to entanglement with him; you should be careful."

He took no notice.

Such petty incitement would not deceive clever him.

Who would’ve thought the backlash would come so swiftly, that he would receive a beating so soon.