"This step is crucial and cannot be changed lightly."

Fu Yu said softly, with a firm tone that could not be refuted.

Just when I was about to lose my temper, I suddenly heard bursts of mournful cries from afar.

"Prince, please give us justice! Please, Prince!"

The shouts were filled with desire and plea for justice.

Hearing the shout, Fu Yu immediately stopped the game in his hand and stood up to check, and assigned Jian Ji to go and find out the situation.

"I'll go and see what's causing all this commotion."

He ordered, his eyes then turning to the door.

"Butler Lin is here to visit."

After a while, Jian Ji reported back.

The news spread back into the house, like a breeze sweeping through the slightly heavy air.

Hearing this, Wen Zhu quickly picked up the neatly arranged chess boards on the table and gently placed them in the wooden box next to it.

After finishing the work, he stood quietly aside and waited for instructions.

At this moment, every little movement is particularly important.

At this time, a man about forty years old walked in, his steps slightly unsteady.

As soon as she saw Fu Yu, she fell to her knees and cried in a hoarse and choked voice: "My Lian'er was only sixteen years old. The young lady forced her to commit suicide. Wuwu..."

Those heart-wrenching words seemed particularly desolate in the quiet space.

"Don't be anxious, tell me what happened slowly."

Fu Yu looked at the tearful father. Although he had already expected it, he still tried to comfort him in the gentlest way possible, but there was still an unconcealable chill in his voice.

"My daughter Lian'er was working in the garden when she somehow angered the young mistress. Not only was she slapped a hundred times, she was also threatened. On her way home, the poor child couldn't bear the humiliation and fear and committed suicide by jumping into a well."

The man choked up as he spoke.

After hearing this, Fu Yu's face turned very ugly.

You should know that this couple are old servants in the mansion. They each have their own duties inside and outside the mansion. Their son and daughter also help them and are usually respected.

They had always been an integral part of the mansion, but they had never imagined such a tragedy would happen.

"I will definitely investigate this matter and give you an explanation. Here are twenty taels of silver. Take it and take care of the child's funeral."

After giving Wen Zhu a few instructions, he spoke to the man who was still kneeling and crying.

Although this money could not bring back his daughter's life, it could at least ease his burden a little.

Although the man insisted that he was not doing it for money and only wanted justice for his daughter, he eventually took the silver handed to him by Fu Yu, kowtowed to express his gratitude, and left.

His heart was filled with grief, but the only thing he could do at this moment was to let his daughter rest in peace as soon as possible.

After everyone left, Fu Yu said coldly, "Call that young lady to see me."

There was unspeakable anger and unhappiness in his words.

Not long after, Su Qiulu appeared, her eyes revealing obvious nervousness and uneasiness.

She seemed to have anticipated that this meeting would not be easy, and she felt uneasy.

"How did that little girl offend you? Why did you let someone slap her so many times in public?"

Faced with Fu Yu's accusatory questioning, Su Qiulu seemed to be hesitant.

Her eyes flickered and she didn't dare to meet his gaze.

"She... didn't have the proper respect for me..." She tried to find an excuse, but seemed completely unconvinced.

Su Qiulu knew that her statement was untenable, but she really couldn't find any other more appropriate reason.

"What is considered rude? Be specific."

Fu Yu raised his eyes and looked at the other person.

He knew his wife's character, but what she did today was beyond common sense, which made him angry and unacceptable.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Qiulu seemed to want to pull Wen Zhu to cover her.

But the latter cleverly dodged to the side, and the room fell silent again.

No one was willing to stand up to defend Su Qiulu at this moment.

"Okay, go on."

Fu Yu still looked at his wife expressionlessly.

Su Qiulu remained silent, obviously trying hard to hide something.

Yet this silence only made her situation worse.

"I was going to give you a chance to explain the reason, but since you're unwilling to speak, I'll always find a way to get to the bottom of it."

Having said that, Fu Yu stood up and prepared to leave.

The anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he had made up his mind to get to the bottom of this matter.

"My Lord!"

Su Qiulu quickly stopped him and said aggrievedly, "My Lord, Lian'er doesn't work hard and criticizes me behind my back, saying that I have a bad temper and treat people harshly. She also said that Wen Zhu is so kind to her people and it would be great if she was in charge instead. Hearing such words, how could I not be angry? I am the mistress of the Duke's Mansion!"

"Actually, I think Lian'er's words are quite true."

Fu Yu answered calmly, without a trace of fluctuation in his voice.

Su Qiulu was so shocked by this that her eyes widened and she froze in place. "My Lord, what do you mean? How can you say that? I..."

She could hardly speak.

"I mean, Lian'er is right."

Fu Yu stared straight into her eyes and said firmly, "Su Qiulu, over the years, you have stained your hands with the blood of countless servants. Count it yourself."

"I haven't done that..."

Su Qiulu hurriedly explained, her eyes filled with anxiety and panic.

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