"Pooh!"

Jiang Huaiqing felt as if he had been greatly insulted. Not taking him seriously was even worse than calling him a scumbag.

The two men clasped their fists and soon started fighting.

The soldiers formed a circle, cheering for Zhao Dabao and shouting, "Zhao Dabao, hurry up and strike him in the crotch to vent the princess's anger!"

The atmosphere was warm and there was almost unanimous support for Zhao Dabao.

Jiang Huaiqing looked solemn and acted cautiously, not daring to take it lightly.

Not far away, a carriage came.

There was a charcoal brazier in the carriage for heating, and Jiang Yuzhu had fallen asleep on the way here.

Feeling uneasy at home, Jiang Yuzhu decided to follow her second brother out of the city and explain things clearly.

"Madam, the Second Young Master is fighting with the soldiers!"

Hong Jin got to know the news first and revealed an expression that was hard to describe.

As expected, what you fear will come true.

"Given the Second Young Master's temperament, he won't tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes. He must be furious!"

Hong Jin felt very sympathetic. The second young master's image had been smeared by Princess Yutan and his sister, and he couldn't find anyone to reason with.

Jiang Yuzhu raised her eyelids, rubbed her brows and said, "It's not necessarily because of the scumbag's remarks. My second brother just thinks these reckless men are jealous of him."

As soon as Jiang Yuzhu stood outside the circle, a gap appeared in it.

Jiang Huaiqing punched Zhao Dabao, who lost his balance and stepped back, finally falling to the ground.

"Who else is coming? Come on, someone powerful. You dare to fight me with just these two tricks? Are you looking down on me?"

Jiang Huaiqing's shouting was sonorous and powerful.