“I understand, you may leave.” Changyang Ba waved his hand, dismissing the clan member indifferently.
“Yes my lord!” The clan member bowed respectfully before slowly exiting.
Changyang Ba looked back at the housekeeper, “Chang Bai, it would be best if we head on over while checking up on Xiang’er. He has been neglected for so long after all.” After he had spoke, he immediately paused gravely. “Chang Bai, the two servants that dared to bully Xiang’er in the kitchen, I’ll leave it to you to drive them away from my mansion. Hmph, those two lowly servants, to think that they could bully Changyang Ba’s son without consequences.”
Chang Bai laughed briefly, “My lord, those two servants have already long since been driven off. Although one of them was introduced by the first lady Ling Long, the other servant’s older brother is the leader of one of the team captains of the patrol guards. But since they dared to bully the fourth master, they no longer have any reason to stay behind in this mansion. Otherwise, I would not dare to show face around the Changyang Mansion ever again.”
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In a largely decorated room, the recently injured Changyang Ke lay on the bed. With a pale face, he stared at the freshly bandaged wound on his stomach.
Sitting at the edge of the bed was Changyang Ke’s mother Yu Feng Han, with a look of distress as she tended to her son. Not too far away, Jian Chen and his mother Bi Yuntian, as well as first aunt Ling Long, second aunt Bai Yushuang, and second sister Changyang Mingyue all stood around the bed.
Yu Feng Han looked back at Bi Yuntian with an angry look, “Fourth sister, your treasured son is getting more and more outrageous. To have assaulted my Ke Er with such a dangerous weapon; it’s a good thing my Ke Er is very strong and didn’t suffer a deadly wound. Otherwise, who knows how this might have gone?”
Jian Chen scowled as he listened to her, not accepting her words even a tiny bit, “This can’t be blamed on me, it was third brother who had asked me to spar with him. A small injury like this is unavoidable. Besides, I was not using a dangerous weapon, but a tree branch. If anyone is to blame, then it is third brother’s lack of skill.”
Yu Feng Han’s face went ashen at Jian Chen’s remarks; what he had said made perfect sense and she could not refute them in any way.
Just thinking about how she had been outspoken against by a mere child, an unholy rage rose up within her. Along with the words, “If anyone is to blame, then it is third brother’s lack of skill.”, Yu Feng Han’s face went from green to white in rapid succession. These words meant that her son was no stronger than a cripple who could not even cultivate Saint Force at all.
Hearing that Yu Feng Han be beaten by a child, Bai Yushuang could not help but laugh merrily, while Ling Long sat there with an expressionless face.