He entered a wealthy family by mistake

"Why are you so angry again? Do you need your husband to coax you? Should you coax your wife to kiss him to death?"

Byrne threatened Da Siyu with a playful smile.

How could Da Siyu not know that Byrne was joking? He glanced sideways at Byrne and said to him, "Don't let me down yet."

"Let it go, let it go, I want to be a good and obedient husband."

Byrne put Da Siyu back on the sofa with a big smile on his face. Da Siyu would be really angry if he teased her too much, and the gain would not be worth the loss.

Da Siyu, who was still a bit grumpy, didn't answer. He sat firmly and stretched out his hand to pull open Byrne's nightgown to check the wound on his arm.

There is no blood on the gauze, which means the wound is getting better.

"My body recovers quickly."

Bai En told Da Siyu not to worry.

How could Da Siyu not be worried? Bai En would hug him wherever he went, and what if the wound started to bleed again if he kept using his arm.

"I can't hold you with my injured arm."

Byrne explained to Da Siyu and could always see through Da Siyu's thoughts accurately.

Da Siyu was relieved after hearing this. Bai En still took his own life seriously.

He helped Byrne gather the nightgown and carefully adjusted the neckline of the nightgown, smoothing it along the neckline with his fingers, making every effort.

Byrne looked at Da Siyu quietly, and the corners of his mouth deepened. Da Siyu really has the potential to be a good wife and mother.

He reached out and held Da Siyu's thin white hand, and gently rubbed the back of Da Siyu's hand.

These beautiful hands were just arranging his nightgown, just like a newlywed wife.

Da Siyu, who was being rubbed by Byrne on the back of his hand, looked up and saw Byrne looking at his hand and smiling.

Da Siyu felt puzzled as to why he was looking at his hand and smiling.

Doubtful in his heart, Da Siyu did not pull his hand back and allowed Byrne to caress and play with it.

"Sir, the knight is here with Silang."

There was a sudden knock on the door, and it was the butler's voice.

"Let them in!"

Byrne let go of Da Si's hand, sat facing the door of the room, leaned against the sofa and lit a cigarette.

Da Siyu straightened his body and sat next to Byrne, looking at Byrne hesitantly.

He didn't hate Byrne for smoking, but Byrne was too addicted to smoking and smoked all the time.

Byrne, who was stared at by Da Siyu, raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't like me smoking?"

"You smoke too often."

Da Siyu told the truth.

The corners of Byrne's mouth suddenly raised up, and he immediately became unseemly, "If you sit on my lap, I'll jerk less in the future."

There was anger in Da Siyu's eyes. He was seriously thinking about Bai En, but Bai En didn't tease him in a formal way.

Da Siyu looked at the door angrily and ignored Bai En in a tantrum.

"I will destroy it, I will destroy it, I will destroy it immediately."

Byrne reached out and put out the cigarette into the ashtray on the coffee table, so that Dasi wouldn't be angry.

Da Siyu glanced at Bai En, and saw that Bai En had actually put out the cigarette, and his anger softened a little.

Byrne breathed a sigh of relief, but then smiled again. Da Siyu was worried about him.

Suddenly there was a click, the door was opened, and the butler led the knight into the room.

"Let me in."

The knight pulled Silang away.

Silang glared at the knight viciously, with an unconvinced look on his face.

After all, he was the leader of the hacker organization when he was in Shacheng. He could control the wind and rain in Shacheng, but now he has been reduced to the point where even a little knight dares to yell at him.

"Sir, we are here for you."

The knight pushed Silang to the sofa and coffee table and kicked Silang in the crook of the knee.

With a bang, Xilang, whose hands were tied behind his back, knelt down in embarrassment, and immediately raised his head and glared at the knight with gritted teeth.

The knight ignored him at all and stood aside to wait with the butler.

"I'll give you whatever you want, just kill him."

Silang angrily yelled at the knight and told Byrne.

Byrne leaned on the sofa and looked down at Xilang who was kneeling coldly, feeling funny, "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"

"Of course I have it. You don't want evidence of the king's crime. I have it, and only I have it."

Xi Lang looked at Byrne on the sofa and said affirmatively. His face was covered with injuries from the beating, and the bruises have not faded yet.

He must have been trying to escape but was discovered by Byrne's knights and gave him a lesson.

"As long as you kill him, I will give it to you right away."

Silang yelled with anger, his eyes full of hatred. Most of the injuries on his body were caused by the knights who brought him here.

"It seems that you haven't figured out your position yet, nor have you figured out what to say in your own favor after you come here."

After speaking, Byrne gave the knight a look.

The knight nodded immediately, drew his sword and walked towards Silang.

"You...what are you doing? Get out of here, get the fuck out of here."

Xilang, whose hands were tied behind his back, panicked and kicked away in fear.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Xilang raised his head and screamed miserably, and the knight's sword stabbed hard into his calf.

Byrne leaned on the sofa and held his chin up, watching indifferently without saying a word.

He did not cover Da Siyu's eyes. Da Siyu must get used to these things. He will be the king in the future, and he has to be in close contact with blood to strengthen his heart.

Da Siyu looked at it expressionlessly, not feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable and not sending out the Holy Mother's heart randomly.

"Go to the kitchen and get some salt."

Byrne ordered the butler.

"Okay sir."

The chief steward stepped forward after receiving the order.

"No, no, no, I said, I said, I said everything."

Xilang cried in pain and finally begged for mercy. If he added salt to this wound, he would be worse off than dead.

"If you cooperate well, there won't be so many things."

Byrne, who was watching indifferently with his chin raised, raised his hand to tell the knight to retreat.

The knight immediately pulled the sword out of Silang's calf, shook off the blood on it, put the sword into its sheath, and walked quietly aside.

The chief butler also returned to his previous position, ready to listen to Byrne's orders at any time.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Xilang was still crying and howling, inserting the sword in and pulling it out again. He almost fainted from the pain.

"Can you talk properly now?"

Byrne put down the hand holding his chin and stretched his long legs against the sofa, showing an impressive aura.

"I said, I said, the previous leader of our hacker organization had a video of the king killing your Majesty the Queen. I saw it with my own eyes."

The arrogant and domineering Xilang had tears streaming down his face, like a clown, his eyes red from crying and he bowed his head humbly.

"You wouldn't put something so important and life-saving on your body. Tell me about your conditions."

Byrne's voice was unhurried and he looked at Xilang indifferently.

Silang sniffed and looked at Byrne timidly, "If, if I told you, would you let me go?"

"Then let's see if what you say is true."

Byrne said, putting his hand on the back of Da Siyu's hand to comfort Da Siyu, whose eyes were red with anger and his hands were shaking with anger.

After all, Xilang just said that there was a video of the king killing his mother, how could he remain calm.

"What I said is true. The USB flash drive is placed in Shacheng. You can let me go back and get it."

Xilang said anxiously that he was afraid, but he was also planning how to escape.

As long as you enter Shacheng, can you still find me?

Xi Lang gritted his teeth and felt angry, and his eyes became vicious.

He wanted Byrne to pay back the suffering he had suffered in the past two months.

But how could Byrne let him get what he wanted? He took out his mobile phone to call Wen Dai, turned on the speakerphone and put the mobile phone on the coffee table, "Tell me! Put it somewhere and someone will pick it up for you."

Xi Lang stared at the number note with wide eyes and disbelief. He did not expect that Byrne and Wen Dai knew each other and could still control her.