This novel is completed. [1vN + All Male Leads are Pure + Male Competition Love Rivalry + Charismatic Protagonist + Dog Training (controlling) + Revenge + Past and Present Lives]
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Chapter 143 Why!
Prime Minister Xie sighed helplessly: "I hope so..."
Xie Yun didn't know that because of his incident, several people had been unable to sleep all night.
He held Qi Yue in his arms and slept soundly until dawn.
Early in the morning, He Xiang had already followed Xiao Tongzi out of the palace.
Xie Mansion.
Although Xie Lao did not sleep well last night, he became very energetic and full of vigor when he thought about seeing Ah Man this morning.
After waiting for about half an incense stick of time, the butler respectfully led Xiao Tongzi and others into the living room.
Xie Lao's face was full of joy as he looked at the woman who walked in with her back to the light behind Xiao Tongzi.
He couldn't help but stepped forward: "Ah Man..."
He Xiang raised her head and gave him an awkward smile: "Master A Luo, what a coincidence..."
Seeing this, Xiao Tongzi bit her lips and tried hard to hold back her laughter.
The expression on Xie Luo's face suddenly cracked and he stood there in a daze.
"Why is it you?" Xie Luo's pupils trembled, "You are the maid beside Ah Man..."
In a flash, he remembered something, and then thought of how Qi Junqi was furious when he heard what he said, and then looked at him meaningfully.
A'man is the eldest princess!
Well, well, well, it turns out that like sister, like brother. He was fooled by these two siblings!
The next second, he recalled what Prime Minister Xie said last night.
Xie Yun went to the Princess's palace yesterday!
His eyes instantly turned red, and he grabbed the butler's collar and asked angrily, "Did Xie Yun go home last night?"
The butler was frightened by his sudden outburst and stammered, "Second... Second Young Master..."
He Xiang's eyes rolled around and she responded to the housekeeper's words with a bit of gloating.
"Master A Luo... Oh no, the martial arts champion and the literary champion stayed in the Moon Palace last night."
Hearing this, Xie Lao was struck by lightning. He let go of the butler's clothes in a daze.
The housekeeper immediately crawled out of the living room, fearing that if he heard something he shouldn't hear a second later, he would be silenced by his own young master.
He Xiang was afraid that he would impulsively go to the Moon Palace to cause trouble, but she was not afraid of death and made up for it, "I would like to kindly remind the martial arts champion that the literary champion and the princess have not yet woken up, so you'd better not go to the Moon Palace to make trouble, so as not to disturb the princess's sleep and cause her annoyance."
Xie Lao clenched his fists and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
But when he thought that his own brother had secretly stolen his girl, he couldn't help but roar in anger.
He no longer cared about He Xiang and the others, and went straight out of the living room and rushed into Xie Yun's yard.
When Xie Yun's personal servant saw that it was Xie Lao, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Master, the second master is not in the courtyard..."
Xie Luo didn't even look at him and strode towards the study.
The servant saw it and hurriedly tried to stop him, blocking the door of the study: "Master...Master, the second young master is not here, why don't you wait for someone to come back..."
Xie Lao pressed his shoulder with one hand and threw him aside, "Get lost—"
The boy fell on his butt and cried out in pain.
The study door was kicked open and he walked straight to the vase where the scrolls were placed.
With a sullen face, he opened each scroll and looked at them one by one. When he realized that he did not find the painting he was looking for, he searched through the bookcases and desk cabinets.
After making a mess of the study, he finally found a painting box in the secret compartment under the bookcase.
Xie Luo's eyes were red, and he opened the painting box with trembling hands. There was a dry, hard and wrinkled handkerchief inside.
He reached out and took the handkerchief and opened it. There was a very small word embroidered in the corner of the handkerchief. It was the word "Yue".
His breathing began to tremble, his eyes turned red and watery, and the pain on his face was beyond words.
Then he slowly opened the scroll. The woman in the scroll smiled gently, like another person, but she looked exactly like Qi Yue...
The servant outside the study just got up and walked to the gate of the courtyard when he bumped into Xie Yun who had just returned.
He was in a panic: "Second Young Master, this is bad. The eldest young master ran into your yard angrily early in the morning and is now in the study..."
When Xie Yun heard this, he felt something was wrong. He rushed into the study room and happened to see Xie Lao putting the handkerchief into his arms and preparing to take the scroll and leave.
"Brother, give my things back to me!"
He pounced on him and tried to snatch it from him.
Xie Lao pushed him away, pinched his neck with red eyes, and asked sternly: "You already knew that Ah Man is Princess Yi Yang, right?"
Xie Yun grabbed the scroll in his hand and said, "Give it back to me!"
The scroll was held tightly in the hands of the two men, and neither of them was willing to let go.
"Do you know that she is going to be your sister-in-law? How dare you..."
"Why—" Xie Yun roared, interrupting him, "It was obviously me who picked her up, it was obviously me who met her first, it was obviously me who fell in love with her first, why should I give her up just because you say you want her?"
The servant outside the study heard the quarrel and went to see what was happening inside the room tremblingly.
When he saw Xie Yun being pinned to the ground and strangled by Xie Lao, he was so scared that he pissed himself and ran out of the yard to call for help.
Xie Lao became even angrier when he heard what he said.
The hand that was pinching his neck suddenly tightened, and he even had difficulty breathing, even though his face turned red.
Xie Yun still said stubbornly: "There are so many people who like... the princess. Do you think... that being the top martial arts scholar is great... great? Who is the princess... who can't she... marry? Why... why would she be willing to be trapped... trapped in the harem for you?"
These words were like sharp blades, piercing into Xie Lao's heart again and again.
Seeing that Xie Yun was almost fainting from being strangled by him, he let go of his hand in panic.
Xie Yun covered his neck and gasped for breath as if he had survived a disaster, but his words were still unforgiving.
"Xie Lao, don't be so self-righteous. Face the facts. The princess won't want you if you are so stubborn."
Hearing these words, he seemed to lose all his strength in an instant. He could no longer hold the scroll and let it fall to the ground.
As soon as the scroll landed on the ground, Xie Yun held it in his arms.
Before he could look away, a few drops of water fell in front of him along with the shadow, and fell to the ground, exploding into faint water stains.
Xie Yun was stunned for a moment and looked up.
Xie Lao had already turned around and left the study, his figure looking lonely and sad.
"elder brother……"
Xie Yun called out softly towards the back, he felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have said such harsh words.
He raised his hand and slapped himself, then lowered his head while holding the scroll, muttering, "I'm sorry, brother... I really can't let her go..."
Xie Lao did not return to his own yard, but ran directly to the stable, got the horse, and headed towards the palace.
Prime Minister Xie didn't expect that before the young Marquis Gu could beat Xie Yun to death.
My eldest grandson almost killed my younger grandson.
When he heard the news from his servants, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.
He didn't even need to have breakfast and rushed to Xie Yun's courtyard with his servants.
When they arrived, Xie Lao had already disappeared, and Xie Yun was sitting on the ground without saying a word.