The system takes the poor cub to find his father

In the lobby of the Ming Mansion, Ming Youzong, the head of the Ming clan, was playing with beads with his skinny hands.

The charcoal fire in the hall was burning brightly, creating a warm atmosphere that was in stark contrast to the cold outside the window.

Two pretty maids stood quietly by, one of them holding a tray filled with fresh and juicy grapes. In the sunlight coming in through the window, each grape looked as crystal clear as amethyst, with tiny water droplets hanging on the plump and round fruits, so fresh and juicy that it made people salivate.

Another maid walked lightly, washed her hands, stretched out her slender jade fingers, and gently picked up a grape.

With skillful hands, she carefully peeled off the thin skin, revealing the jade-white flesh inside. A trickle of juice flowed down her fingertips, making the flesh look even more tender and tempting.

The maid placed a white scarf under Emperor Ming Youzong's chin, leaned forward slightly, and said softly with a sweet smile on her face:

"Master, open your mouth."

Ming Youzong grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, like a wrinkled old dog licking fruit flesh into his mouth, but his eyes were staring at the maid's face with lustful eyes, his gaze wandering freely between her eyebrows and red lips.

Suddenly, he stretched out his old hand, which was covered with blue veins and wrinkles, and touched the maid. The smooth touch made his eyes more blurred.

"Oh! Master, you are so bad! Stop it!" the maid scolded, pulling her hand away.

"My Lord, I have something worse..." Ming Youzong said, and then he opened his arms and rushed towards the maid.

The maid dodged but still failed to dodge completely and was hugged by Ming Youzong.

She tried hard to hold back the disgusting smell of decay emanating from Emperor Ming Youzong, and when he wasn't paying attention, she quietly rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly:

"This old man is half dead, but he still behaves like this. Isn't he afraid of being punished by God?"

But she said coquettishly, "Master, don't do this. I'm scared. If the old lady knew about this, she would definitely drive me out of the house."

When the sturdy and aggressive old woman in the family was mentioned, the lustful look on Ming Youzong's face instantly froze, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, and he said hatefully:

"Humph, why mention that ugly woman? Sooner or later, I will make her disappear from the Ming family!"

After saying that, he suddenly let go of the maid, swung his hand hard, and pushed the maid to the ground.

The maid pretended to be panic-stricken, hurriedly tidied her clothes, bent down and knelt beside him, with her head lowered, not daring to make any sound, her body trembling slightly, as if she was really frightened by Ming Youzong's anger.

In fact, after leaving Ming Youzong's sight, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in her heart: "This old thing is so unpredictable, he will die of a stroke sooner or later."

Everyone in Kyoto knew that the ancestors of the Ming family were once very glorious and had produced an imperial tutor who was famous throughout the world. He was glorious for a time and left a strong mark in the history.

Unfortunately, the Ming family's descendants became weaker and weaker, and the family gradually declined. By the time of Emperor Youzong of Ming, the Ming family had lost its former glory and lived in even more poverty than ordinary people.

More than 20 years ago, if it weren't for Ming Youlin, a branch of the Ming family who was good at business, the Ming family would have starved to death on the streets 30 or 40 years ago.

How could there be the current seemingly prosperous scene of the family?

Ming Youlin is an upright and generous man with a great business sense. With his shrewdness and ability, he has earned a considerable fortune. He is kind-hearted and, considering the relationship of being a fellow clan member, he has taken care of and helped many members of the Ming family.

With Ming Youlin's great help, Ming Youzong, who was originally regarded as a lazy and impoverished man in Kyoto, finally got married at the "advanced age" of nearly 30 years old.

The old lady of the Ming family was born into a butcher's family. She herself was tall and strong with a fierce face. She had looked for marriage partners in several families before, but failed to get married to any of them.

The old lady's parents initially looked down on Ming Youzong, a lazy man, but because of Ming Youlin's good reputation in Kyoto for his philanthropy, and considering that their daughter was getting older and it would be difficult for her to get married if they delayed any further, after weighing the pros and cons, they finally nodded in agreement to the marriage.

Later, as expected, with Ming Youlin's help, Ming Youzong's life gradually improved.

However, Ming Youzong was not grateful for this, but instead became jealous of Ming Youlin.

He felt that he was the direct descendant of the Ming family. Why was it that when everyone mentioned the Ming family, the first person they thought of was Ming Youlin?

Whenever he saw Ming Youlin's shop doing a booming business and his house full of servants, Ming Youzong would become jealous to the point of madness. Especially after Ming Youlin married a well-educated and well-mannered young lady from an official family, Ming Youzong's jealousy reached its peak.

Perhaps God heard the vicious curse in his heart, and an accident happened suddenly, and Ming Youlin and his wife both died.

Ming Youlin's property, along with his son Ming Yunqi, who looked very much like him, fell into the hands of Ming Youzong.

"Humph, so what if he has the ability? In the end, he will still be my help. Once his son dies, the entire Dayu will be mine sooner or later."

Whenever Emperor Ming Youzong thought of this, he felt extremely happy, as if he had seen his grandson Ming Yao ascend the throne of Dayu, and he was controlling everything behind the scenes.

The scene kept appearing in his mind, making him intoxicated.

However, Ming Youzong, who was immersed in a sweet dream, was startled by a sudden loud rumbling sound and jumped up from the couch.

His face turned pale, his eyes widened, an inexplicable fear surged in his heart, and he shouted loudly:

"Someone come! Someone come! What happened?" There was a bit of trembling and panic in the voice.

He ran out of the hall in a panic, but found that the whole yard was terribly silent and there was not even a servant in sight.

The cold wind whistled past, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Ming Youzong felt his scalp tingling, his heart beating wildly, and a strong sense of uneasiness gripped him.

"Where are the people? Where did they go?" He shouted loudly to give himself courage.

Something happened! Something must have happened.

This is the capital of Dayu, and we are the emperor's family. Who is so bold as to attack us under the emperor's feet?

He muttered to himself, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, but he still stumbled towards the backyard.

Before approaching the backyard, a strong smell of blood hit my nose.

Ming Youzong's face turned as pale as paper in an instant, his body shook a few times and he almost fell to the ground.

He widened his eyes and stared at the direction where the smell came from, with an ominous premonition in his heart:

"That...that direction seems to be the boss's yard!"

His hands were shaking, and he managed to steady himself by holding onto the wall, then he ran with all his might towards the courtyard where the eldest son lived.

As soon as I ran to the gate of the courtyard and put my hands on the door knockers on both sides of the two closed doors, I heard a shrill scream from inside:

"Dad... Dad... Save me! Uh..."

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull sound of a knife hitting bone, and the scream stopped abruptly, as if it was suddenly cut off by an invisible big hand.

Ming Youzong felt his eyes go dark, his legs go limp, and he collapsed at the gate of the courtyard...