On a deep winter night, lightning flashed and thunder roared. A strong wind blew. A hurried carriage stopped in front of the directorate.
The directorate's door had been broken, and blood splattered all over the walls. There was a corpse on the threshold that hadn't managed to escape in time.
Gao Yuan jumped off the carriage. The strong smell of blood filled his nose, and he could not help but retch.
"Fu Sheng… Fu Sheng… Fu Sheng!" He squatted down and shook the corpse on the threshold. Unfortunately, the corpse had long been frozen solid.
He stood up with a pale face and staggered into the directorate's office.
"Feng Xu!"
"Ah You!"
"Gu Chang!"
He called out to his students one by one, but no one responded.
A bolt of lightning struck the hall, and he saw the man standing on the steps. The man was dressed in black and stood tall. His eyes were so cold that they seemed like they were about to become one with the cold night.
When the man looked at him, Gao Yuan felt that he had seen Asura in the dark.
Gao Yuan said in fear and anger, "You… You… killed them… You… You killed them all?"
The man's lips curled into a cold smile. "Let me ask you again, where is my son?"
Gao Yuan's eyes turned red. "They didn't know! Why did you kill them?"
The man said calmly, "So you know about it?"
Gao Yuan stiffened.
"Great Uncle!" Accompanied by the sound of rapid horse hooves, a seventeen-year-old youth rushed in anxiously.
Gao Yuan's eyes trembled. "Who asked you to come! Go back!"
The man snorted.
"Great Uncle." The young man came to Gao Yuan's side and looked at the arrogant man. He frowned and said, "I recognize you! You are the person who snatched our room at the courier station!"
"Go back!" Gao Yuan shouted.
"I'm not going back!" The young man pulled out his sword and glared at the man. "If you dare touch a hair on my great uncle, I'll kill you right now!"
When the man heard his threat, he didn't even lift his eyelids. "Chancellor Gao, I will give you one last chance. I will count to three. If you still don't tell me the whereabouts of my son, I will kill your little grandnephew."
"You dare?!" The youth shouted loudly.
"One."
Gao Yuan broke out in cold sweat.
"Two."
Gao Yuan clenched his fists.
"Three."
"I'll say —" roared Gao Yuan.
"Too late."
As the man's cold voice fell, a long sword pierced through the youth's heart.
"Qi Lin—" Gao Yuan screamed and sat up!
The young boy sitting on the edge of the bed looked at him strangely. "I'm here. What's wrong, Great Uncle?"
Gao Yuan looked at the familiar house and then at the young man in front of him. He heaved a long sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said, "Nothing. I had a nightmare."
"What did you dream about?" Qi Lin asked curiously.
Gao Yuan looked away and said, "…I forgot."
"Oh." Qi Lin expressed his understanding. After all, he could not remember what dream he had the moment he opened his eyes. "Oh right, Great Uncle, the decree for you to resume your official duties has been issued. From today onwards, you are the Chancellor of the directorates again! Huh? Great Uncle, why are you unhappy?"
Gao Yuan did not answer him. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and grabbed his arm tightly. "Lin'er, promise me one thing. No matter what happens in the future, don't provoke this one person."
"Who is it?"
"Yan Jiuchao."
...
In the backyard of the Bai Manor, two big mutton, carrot, and scallion pancakes entered Yan Jiuchao's stomach.
Young Master Yan was in a good mood after having his fill. He looked at the little fellow beside him and opened his mouth.
"I'm Bruiser!"
Young Master Yan shut his mouth.
Soon, he opened again.
"I live in Lotus Flower Village!"
Young Master Yan closed his mouth again.
He opened his mouth the third time.
"My sister made the scallion pancake!"
The highest level of being a chatterbox was not only to speak his own words, but also to speak others' words, making others speechless!
Young Master Yan looked at Bruiser gloomily. Little Bruiser was embarrassed. He smiled awkwardly. "Just say what you want to say. I won't interrupt."
Young Master Yan: I'm not saying anymore!
Yan Jiuchao moved his sleeves and walked the ladder with a calm expression.
Although he was shameless, Uncle Wan still had some shame and had always abided by his bottom line. He stood by the wall. When Young Master Yan came over, he chased after him worriedly. "Young Master, you've gone overboard this time. You're the Young Master of Yan City, how can you casually eat something from an unfamiliar child?" Do you know that child? Do you know who he is? Aren't you afraid that someone will take the opportunity to poison you?
"It's true that we can't just eat his food for free," Yan Jiuchao agreed.
Uncle Wan was stunned at first, then tears welled up in his eyes. After working so hard for so long, the young master whose ears were as hard as stone finally listened to his advice!
Yan Jiuchao pointed at the three carriages behind him and said to the guard, "Send it to that little guy." This can't be considered as eating it for free, right? He had exchanged it with things.
Uncle Wan, who felt like he had been shot in the knee : "…"
"What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to visit the Yan Manor?" Yan Jiuchao looked at Uncle Wan with dissatisfaction.
Oh, you still remember the Yan Manor? But the congratulatory gifts are already gone! What was the point of going empty-handed?! Uncle Wan had no choice but to persuade Yan Jiuchao to stay in the carriage. He rushed back to the mansion and hurriedly packed a bunch of congratulatory gifts.
Due to time constraints, he couldn't get three carriages. There was only one small carriage left. However, what made things worse was that by the time he finally managed to drag the congratulatory gifts over, Yan Jiuchao had already fallen asleep while hugging a large green onion.
In the end, Yan Jiuchao was unable to go to the Yan Manor.
Uncle Wan dragged a carriage full of gifts and braced himself to meet Miss Yan and Mrs. Yan.
Initially, they thought that Young Master Yan had personally arrived. The Yan family's formation was extremely grand. Not only did they invite all the guests to watch, but they also nearly presented the ancestral tablets.
In the end… They only saw Uncle Wan.
Uncle Wan had aged by ten years ever since morning after meeting such a troublesome young master. He did not look like a high-ranking steward at all. Instead, he looked like someone who did odd jobs in the garden.
They then looked at the carriage he had dragged over. The antique vase that was missing a leg (the car had bumped into it with a bump), the wooden chair that had lost its paint (the car had rubbed against it when he dragged it over), the moldy Baiyue Frosted Tomato Pancake (His Majesty gave it to him last year, but he forgot to eat and throw it away).
Everyone: This-this isn't a visit to the Yan family, but to humiliate them!
Mrs. Yan didn't manage to catch her breath. She rolled her eyes and fainted.