When the old man mentioned the words "Prefect of the Capital," Ye Jingchen knew he was in trouble.

"Go and rescue them!" he ordered immediately.

Chenxi remained seated, while the four palace guards jumped down from the carved window immediately, their movements swift and graceful, but they were still a step too late, and the old man was kicked.

One of the Eastern Palace Guards kicked the two servants who were suppressing the old man away from above, while another Eastern Palace Guard was responsible for snatching the indenture. The other two Eastern Palace Guards directly rescued the little girl from the servants' hands.

Although the young master brought many servants, they were no match for the well-trained Eastern Palace Guards. Before long, the situation was brought under control.

All of the young master's servants were knocked to the ground, powerless to fight back. As for the young master himself, he was kicked away by a palace guard in the same way he had kicked the old man, crashing into several tea tables and vomiting blood.

"You kicked the old man with the same force, and I'll kick you with the same force. The old man is so old and he didn't cough up blood, why are you spitting blood? Are you trying to scam me?" Donggong Wei said disdainfully after seeing the young master spit blood.

Ye Jingchen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This Donggong Guard is quite interesting. Can the strength of a mere pretty face be compared to the strength of a well-trained and highly skilled martial artist?

This statement is not very hurtful, but it is extremely insulting.

Young master: ...

"Pfft—" Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

This time, I was angry.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this! You're all dead!" the young master shouted, clutching his chest.

"I don't care who you are! Abducting a woman in broad daylight deserves to be beaten!" Ye Jingchen said casually as he led Ye Jinghe down from the second floor.

After a fight, many tables and chairs were overturned on the first floor, which was in a mess. There was also a lot of blood on the ground. Ye Jingchen found it difficult to step on the ground, so he only stood on the three steps away from the first floor.

The palace guards brought the old man and the little girl to him and presented them with a contract of servitude.

Ye Jingchen had never seen a contract of servitude in this era before. He glanced at it curiously. The contract terms were quite domineering. There was indeed an official seal on the back, but the name section was blank.

If Ye Jingchen hadn't intervened, the old man would have been forced to put his fingerprint on the contract, and the contract would have taken effect. His granddaughter would have gone from an ordinary citizen to a slave who could be bought, sold, beaten, and killed at will.

"Where did this arrogant little bastard come from? If you have the guts, tell me your name, and I'll make you regret meddling in my business today!" Even while coughing up blood, the young master was still restless, spewing threats as he coughed up blood.

"You called me a little bastard?" Ye Jingchen laughed, then said, enunciating each word clearly, "You're—finished!"

"Swearing foul language, slap him!" At his command, the Eastern Palace Guard who had kicked the young master away was about to strike, but someone was faster than him.

Chenxi appeared beside the young master like a ghost, raised her hand and slapped him, then flashed back to Ye Jingchen's side.

Chenxi slapped him casually, but the young master's mouth was crooked and several teeth flew out.

Ye Jingchen instinctively reached out and covered Ye Jinghe's eyes.

Children should not watch such bloody scenes.

"Brother?" Ye Jinghe asked, somewhat puzzled.

The feeling of being unable to see made him uneasy, and he subconsciously leaned closer to Ye Jingchen.

Ye Jingchen thought he was scared, so he quickly pulled him into his arms and comforted him, "It's okay, that person is too ugly, it will dirty our eyes if we look at him, so we won't look."

Young master: ...

He had never been so humiliated in his entire life!

"I will never let you get away with this!" he roared angrily, glaring at the tea drinkers who had gathered to watch the spectacle. "Whoever helps me send a message to the Jingzhao Prefecture will be richly rewarded by this young master!"

"Why bother others? I'll help you!" Ye Jingchen smiled and beckoned to the Donggong Guard who had kicked the young master away. "Come here."

"Your subordinate is Wei Yi." Donggong Wei knelt on one knee in front of Ye Jingchen and announced his name.

Ye Jingchen took out a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Wei Yi, saying, "Go to the Jingzhao Prefecture and make sure you 'invite' the Prefect of Jingzhao here!"

"Who do you think you are? Just some random servant, and you think you can see the Prefect?!" A servant who was prostrate on the ground mocked.

"Young master, I am very grateful for your help, but this person is the only son of the Prefect of Jingzhao Prefecture. You cannot afford to offend him. You should leave now!" the old man said with a bitter expression.

“Old man, there’s no need to worry. Our young master is of unparalleled noble status. There’s no one in the world he can’t afford to offend!” Fangfei said, stepping down the steps and nodding slightly to the old man.

Fangfei has dignified and elegant features. She was personally taught by the late Empress and has mastered all the palace etiquette. Every gesture she makes exudes a grand demeanor, and her overall bearing is in no way inferior to that of the matriarch of a high-ranking family.

Although it was just an ordinary teahouse, and was currently dirty and messy, her few steps seemed to gild the teahouse, instantly making it look high-end.

Her nobility was ingrained in her very being, unlike the kind of nobility that rich young men could acquire by wearing gold and other vulgar things. Anyone with discerning eyes could immediately tell the difference.

Such a noble and beautiful woman was just a maid, and there were two maids like her. How noble must their mistress be?

A glimmer of hope appeared in the old man's eyes, and he calmed down considerably, beginning to softly comfort his frightened granddaughter.

After comforting the old man, Fangfei looked around and found two relatively clean stools. She glanced at Fangrong, who understood and went down the steps to help her move the stools.

The two carried stools to the front of the stairs, wiped them carefully with handkerchiefs, and then bowed to Ye Jingchen, saying, "Please sit down, young master."

In terms of looks alone, Fangfei and Fangrong were both prettier than the little girl, but because of their overall demeanor, no one dared to look at them with prejudice, except for that young master who was kicked until he vomited blood but still had the audacity to act.

"A mere brat who hasn't even grown his first hair has been paired with two maids as beautiful as angels—it's a terrible waste of talent! If these were given to me, I would definitely—"

"Slap him!" Ye Jingchen said coldly.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Chenxi appeared beside the young master and slapped him across the face.

This restored the young master's crooked mouth to symmetry, but several more of his teeth flew out, and he coughed up even more blood.

After being beaten, the young master was either speechless or finally realized the situation, and finally shut up, only staring at Ye Jingchen with resentful eyes.

Ye Jingchen seemed oblivious to his gaze, and sat down on a stool with Ye Jinghe in his arms. He pointed to another stool and said to Physician Zhang, "Please sit down, sir."

The old imperial physician was somewhat embarrassed, not daring to sit on equal footing with His Highness the Crown Prince, until Fang Rong kindly moved the stool back half a step, and only then did the old imperial physician sit on half of the stool.