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The Mansion of the Marquis of Zhongshun,

The carriage stopped at the gate of the mansion. The coachman almost rolled off the carriage and crawled towards the vermilion gate using his hands and feet.

"Someone come quickly..."

"Someone come quickly!"

"My Lord... Madam!"

The coachman's two shouts successfully called out the servant and the butler who were waiting at the gate.

The housekeeper stepped forward and kicked him in the heart, "What are you howling for at the gate of the Marquis' Mansion!"

The coachman rolled on the bluestone slab and cried out in pain, then quickly crawled towards the butler, holding his shoe with one hand and pointing to the location of the carriage with the other.

"Young Master...Young Master is inside!"

There is only one son in the marquis's mansion, Chen Shanyu. Although his master has many wives and concubines, he has very few offspring.

When the late madam was alive, she had not given birth to a child for the Marquis Zhongshun's mansion for more than twenty years, and the other women in the mansion were also pregnant without any movement.

After his original wife passed away, the Marquis married his current second wife. The next year, he had a son named Chen Shanyu, and two years later, he gave birth to his eldest daughter, Chen Jiaojiao...

Because of this, the position of this second wife in the Marquis's Mansion is unshakable!

Chen Shanyu can be said to be the darling of everyone in the mansion. The master dotes on him and the servants dare not neglect him in the slightest!

The butler looked at the silent carriage, kicked away the coachman who was clinging to his feet, and walked down the steps quickly with his robe in hand.

"Sir? Sir, are you in there?"

He struggled to lie half of his body on the carriage, opened the door and looked inside.

"Oh my God!"

The butler's hands trembled and his body almost slipped under the carriage.

He looked at the thing that could barely be called a human in the carriage in disbelief...

If he hadn't recognized the clothes the young man was wearing, he would have thought that the coachman had pulled a dirty thing from the beggars' den to annoy him!

How could his son, whom he held in his hands for fear of breaking him and in his mouth for fear of melting him, be beaten like this?

The butler turned around with a panicked look on his face, "Help the young master down quickly, quickly!"

The servants behind him hurriedly got on the carriage, and he kept slapping his thigh beside them, "Slow down! You little dog slave, be gentle!"

"Oh, my son!"

The butler pulled the groom over, wishing he could eat him up. "Tell me, what's going on!"

The groom was being grabbed, his collar stuck on his neck, his face flushed red, he opened his mouth silently and slapped the butler's arm with his hands.

One of the servants was so brave that he grabbed the butler's waist and pulled him back, "Butler, please let go! You are going to strangle the groom to death!"

"If he dies, who will explain to the Marquis why the young master returned home like this?"

If this is the case, won’t they, the servants, be the ones who suffer? Some will be executed, some will be beaten!

Thinking back to that year, the young master was still very young. He ignored the dissuasion of the servants around him and insisted on climbing the tree to pick flowers for his lady. He accidentally fell from the tree and broke his leg. He had to recuperate for more than three months!

That time, all the servants on duty in the garden and the people around the young master were beaten to death or sold by the marquis and his wife...

The butler shuddered and woke up in shock.

He let go of his hand, called for someone to carry the coachman and drag him into the mansion, and ordered someone to invite the most prestigious doctor in Peizhou to the mansion. A group of people carried the still unconscious Chen Shanyu to his yard.

In just one stick of incense, the Marquis and his wife were invited to the young master's courtyard...

Marquis Zhongshun was nearly fifty years old, wearing a dark golden robe and a golden crown on his head. He lived a wealthy life, so when he and his second wife, who was nearly twenty years younger than him, stood together, they did not look like an old man and a young wife.

At this moment, he walked hurriedly into the yard, his face looking frighteningly cold.

The lady beside him had a delicate face, clinging to her husband tenderly, like a dodder.

"Sanyu...my son..."

Her slender hands tightly grasped Marquis Zhongshun's arm, her eyes filled with tears, and it seemed that she was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

The housekeeper heard the noise and came out to greet them, "My Lord, Madam..."

Marquis Zhongshun waved his hand at him, interrupting his salute, "Let me ask you, how is the mountain jade?"

Housekeeper: "I have invited the doctor from Jishan Hall, and he is treating you in the inner room..."

He glanced at the master carefully, then bowed respectfully, "When the young master was brought back by the groom, he was seriously injured. Your servant...your servant..."

The person was brought back by the groom, and has nothing to do with me!

Marquis Zhongshun raised his eyebrows and kicked the dog servant, "Why are you hesitating so much?"

The butler didn't care whether his master's kick hit the right spot or not, he just knelt down happily, "Master, please go and have a look, I dare not say anything!"

Marquis Zhongshun was violent and angry. He wanted to kick again, but was stopped by his wife.

"My Lord, let's go and see the mountain jade..."

Watching from a distance through the door, it seems that he is not seriously injured, but that he is dying too slowly!

The lady rolled her eyes and fell limply to the ground. Marquis Zhongshun didn't even help her up. It was the maidservant beside her who helped her to the couch, fanned her and gave her water.

He glanced at his son, who was lying on the bed, his skin swollen like a pig's head, with gauze wrapped around his body or his bones fixed with bamboo strips. He felt both distressed and angry.

Who dares to treat him like this, the son of Marquis Zhongshun!

Trying hard to suppress the rage in his heart that was about to rise to the sky, Lord Zhongshun turned around and stared at the groom who was brought along.

"Tell me who hurt the young master!"

"If you can't explain it clearly, I will cut off your tongue, break your arms and legs, and throw you into the deserted mountains to feed the wolves!"

After being threatened, the groom couldn't even kneel steadily. He half-crouched and said in a trembling voice, "My Lord, this afternoon, the young master and several other classmates asked for leave from the dean of the academy."

"He also ordered me to drive the carriage back to the mansion and take three or five guards with me to the newly rented house of the Northern students."

"I just heard the young master and his classmates say that he wanted to catch the little girl who upset the young lady on the street yesterday and bring her back to the mansion to vent her anger on her..."

"When we arrived at the house, I saw the young master go in and waited at the door. After a while, I saw a little girl carrying the young master and throwing him in front of the door!"

He knelt even lower, his voice tinged with tears, "That little girl even said she didn't believe the Marquis' Mansion could do anything to her..."

"My Lord, this is all I know..."

"I don't know how it became like this!"

He clearly went there to abuse his power, so why was he thrown out?

Marquis Zhongshun was so annoyed by his crying that he gave the butler a look, and someone came forward and dragged the coachman out.

"Go find out where these northern students live and what the girl who hurt my son looks like!"

"Yes, Lord Marquis."

"Also, go and invite the young lady over!"

A maidservant waiting beside the lady replied: "My Lord, the young lady hurt her face yesterday. She was so sad that she didn't even see the lady..."

"The servant in the front yard has gone. The young lady will inevitably make a scene in the yard, which will waste time."

"I beg you, my Lord, to let me go with you to persuade the young lady."

Lord Zhongshun threw the teacup on the small table and said sternly, "She is sad..."

"If it weren't for her, Shan Yu would have been hurt like this!"

"Go and tell her to either let her come here on her own, or I'll get someone to drag her here!"

"Yes…"