Jia Chong climbed down from the carriage, trembling.
When the servant shut the door, he almost collapsed to the ground.
Everything that had happened today had been so terrifying to Jia Chong.
One wrong word, and he feared the Grand General would have him killed someday.
The Grand General had no feelings whatsoever. Jia Chong even suspected that if Sima Zhao ever did something to betray the Sima Family, Sima Shi would kill him without hesitation.
He was a cold, merciless political machine.
Fortunately, he himself was safe for now.
But the greatest vulnerability lay with Cao Mao. If Cao Mao spoke up again and insisted that all this had happened because Jia Chong had informed on them, his end would certainly be miserable.
But how could he shut Cao Mao's mouth?
Or... perhaps he should simply...
An impulsive idea suddenly arose in Jia Chong's mind.
Just then, he heard laughter from ahead of him.
Jia Chong looked up and saw a woman walking toward him with a baby in her arms.
The anger vanished from Jia Chong's face, replaced by a contented smile.
The baby looked less than a year old, still of nursing age.
He was Jia Chong's son. Quite shamelessly, Jia Chong had given the child the nickname Li Min.
He probably meant to suggest that he treated all the common people as his own sons.
This child was not born to his principal wife, but Jia Chong had no legitimate son, only this one son born to a concubine.
The wet nurse brought the little fellow over to Jia Chong.
Smiling, Jia Chong kissed the child on the head, then reached out to pinch his cheek.
The child was delighted by his teasing and laughed loudly.
Listening to the child's laughter, Jia Chong felt much more