The eldest lady is reborn, get out of the way!

When it comes to quarreling, the British prince has never won against his younger brother since he was a child.

On the contrary, Mr. Jiang Er may not be as strong as the eldest brother in terms of martial arts, but he has never lost in terms of talking.

At this moment, the Duke of England had a very sour look on his face, and he looked at Mr. Jiang gloomily: "Who asked you to clean up the mess!"

Master Jiang spread out his fan and looked at him with a fake smile: "Brother, if you say there is no, then there is no. Pick up the jade and let's go."

The Duke of England was still thinking about the second son talking back, so he could also argue with him.

Who knew that the second one would be let go so easily!

The Duke of England felt like he was punching cotton, unhappy but unable to vent.

He had no choice but to follow Mr. Jiang to the study room with anger and frustration.

Mr. Jiang arrived at the Duke of England's study and found the Duke of England's collection of fine tea with ease. His movements were so skillful that it seemed as if he was in his own study.

The Duke of England angrily squatted in front of Mr. Jiang Er and snatched the tea from his hand: "You speak first, and then drink it!"

Master Jiang glanced at Duke Yingguo and sneered from his stomach, obviously dissatisfied with Duke Yingguo's action: "My mouth is dry and I can't speak."

The British Duke was speechless. Mr. Jiang Er gave Jiang Tiyu a look and said, "Don't just stand there. Make some tea."

In front of the two elders, Jiang Tiyu could only serve as a tea-making boy.

The Duke of England finally waited patiently for Jiang Tiyu to finish brewing the tea, and hurriedly urged her, "Drink it quickly! Tell me after you drink it!"

Master Jiang picked up the tea slowly, swirled it around his nose, and sniffed the tea: "Why are you in such a hurry? This tea is hot."

British Duke: “You!”

Master Jiang laughed again, looked at Duke Yingguo and said to Jiang Tiyu: "Don't be like your father. You should learn to be patient when doing things. Some things cannot be solved in a hurry."

Jiang Tiyu nodded, "Don't worry, Uncle, I'll remember it."

The Duke of England turned his head and gave his eldest son a fierce look.

Jiang Tiyu is not afraid of the Duke of England. His father is actually the person who is the hardest-mouthed but softest-hearted.

Second Uncle has offended Father so many times, but Father has never really gotten angry with Second Uncle.

Mr. Jiang took a sip of tea and said, "The engagement must be cancelled. We can't suffer this loss in vain..."

The Duke of England lost his patience again: "Tell me something I don't know."

Master Jiang glanced at the Duke of England, then curled his lips at Jiang Tiyu. He really couldn't stand the Duke of England's impatient temper.

Jiang Tiyu smiled, his brows wide, "Uncle, just bear with it. Father has been like this for more than 40 years. How can he change?"

"You little brat, who taught you to tell lies about your father in front of him? I think you are just itching for trouble."

The Duke of England was reluctant to beat his younger brother, but he beat his son quite a bit.

Master Jiang made a "tsk" sound, and Duke Yingguo's expression froze, but he endured it.

"The Duan family has done a lot of dirty things. If we expose just one of them, it will be enough for them to suffer."

A hint of cruelty flashed across Jiang Erye's eyes. "I didn't like Duan Jian in the first place. She is clearly a worthless person. And she managed to coax my eldest brother into promising his precious daughter to her. She is a smooth talker."

The Duke of England always felt that something was strange. Is Duan Jian a loser?

Duan Jian is a loser, how can we still coax him?

Does Lao Er mean that he is worse than Duan Jian?

"Are you being sarcastic again?" asked the Duke of England.

Master Jiang smiled brightly: "Brother, you have understood what I said. You have really improved compared to before."

Jiang Tiyu simply couldn't bear to watch, Second Uncle was really good to Father.

He had no doubt that given his second uncle's intelligence, if he had wanted to compete for the title of Duke of England in earlier years, his father would have been exiled by now.

The Duke of England was choked by his brother and couldn't speak, so he picked up the tea and drank it.

Before Jiang Tiyu could even remind him, the Duke of England was scalded by the tea and grimaced.

Master Jiang couldn't bear to watch, so he stood up and poured a glass of cold water from the kettle beside him and brought it to Duke Ying. He couldn't help but say something mean: "I told you that you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Look at you."

Duke Ying took the cold water, held it in his mouth, and looked at Master Jiang with an angry look on his face.

Master Jiang touched his nose, avoided the Duke of Ying's gaze unnaturally, and put forward his own plan: "The incident has been going on for a few days, and the wind has died down. The Guangchang Marquis's Mansion has not come to apologize since the incident. I just want to wait until no one mentions the matter again before making plans."

"So Second Uncle means to make things worse?" Jiang Tiyu took over the conversation.

Mr. Jiang Er looked at Jiang Tiyu with a 'teachable' expression on his face: "Let's not talk about Duan Hongyu. The daughter of the Lin family received favors from the Duke's Mansion, but she was entangled with Achan's fiancé. Such an ungrateful person will naturally add a lot of color to this."

Jiang Tiyu nodded: "Second uncle is right, but will Duan Hongyu let him go so easily?"

Master Jiang folded his folding fan with a snap, "Of course not."

"The Lin family's daughter is not a good person, but if Duan Hongyu hadn't been so dishonest, the Lin family's daughter wouldn't have had this opportunity, right?"

"You're keeping us in suspense again. Just tell us straight away." The Duke of England swallowed the cold water with great effort and hurriedly urged Master Jiang.

Mr. Jiang glanced at Duke Yingguo, but didn't argue with him. He continued, "When it comes to secret meetings, the stigma usually falls on women. If you want to drag Duan Hongyu into this, you have to make sure he's not in the right either."

"How is he not right? Can he still be right now?"

The Duke of England really didn't understand. In his opinion, Duan Hongyu's crime was unforgivable!

It is so difficult to talk to a wooden stake. Mr. Jiang finally got annoyed and stared at Duke Ying for a long time without saying anything.

The Duke of England immediately gave in. "Then you speak, I won't interrupt you, okay?"

Master Jiang sneered: "If it wasn't for Ah Chan, you would think I was willing to care! I was blind and fell for such a thing, but in the end, Ah Chan was wronged."

Duke Yingguo was ridiculed by Master Jiang, and he was not convinced: "Who knows what will happen in the future? If I knew, would I let Ah Chan suffer this injustice? I am Ah Chan's biological father!"

"What's wrong with my dad? Wouldn't it be the same if my dad didn't have any brains?"

"You are amazing. Why didn't you say that Duan Hongyu would be a bastard?"

"I cleaned up your mess and I made a mistake. I am a human being, do you think I am a living Buddha? If I were good at fortune-telling, I would have been a national teacher long ago! And I am still here to clean up your mess? You are dreaming!"

"Then you think I'm a bodhisattva again! How would I know what kind of character that little bastard from the Duan family has?"

"You can't see the young one, and you can't see the old one? I say you have no brains, and you still don't accept it!"

"What's wrong with the old one? He's still your elder brother, so you have to..."

Jiang Tiyu listened to the quarrel between his father and second uncle with a numb face, and he didn't know whether the Bodhisattva knew what he should do in this situation.

I don't know how much time had passed, but the two finally got tired of arguing.

Jiang Tiyu felt that his ears were finally quiet.

"I just want to say one thing. I will not be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart until Duan Hongyu is ruined!"

Mr. Jiang rolled his eyes, picked up the already cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.

He knew that he couldn't communicate with Manniu!