The steward bowed his head, not daring to look at Marquis Yongping. Marquis Yongping knew that this was true. The anger in his heart rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He was so angry that his vision blurred and his feet felt like they were walking on cotton. Fortunately, the steward next to him saw that he was in bad shape and quickly helped him up, so that he did not fall to the ground.

Marquis Yongping covered his head and asked the steward, "Do you know where the heir has gone?"

The steward dared not speak, and the Marquis of Yongping stamped his foot anxiously, cursing in a low voice: "What time is it? You still won't tell me the truth? Didn't you see those gentlemen sitting in the room? If this doesn't go well today, our Marquis's mansion will be laughed at by everyone."

The steward dared not conceal the truth and said, "I heard from the prince's attendants that the prince stayed in Qingliu Lane yesterday."

Qingliu Lane has an elegant name and is indeed an elegant place. It is a secluded alley next to the river, where weeping willows are planted. In spring, the willows sway gently, and in winter, rain and snow fall. On one side of the alley are many small courtyards with white walls and black tiles. The courtyards are inhabited by prostitutes, but many of them are virgins who only accompany people to drink and sing.

The heir of the Marquis of Yongping recently developed feelings for a courtesan and has been frequenting her lately. Yesterday, he hosted a banquet at the courtesan's house for some of his cronies, and since it was getting late, he stayed there until the next morning.

Marquis Yongping felt dizzy and deeply regretted his failure as a parent. But this was his own son, the one he had petitioned the Emperor for to be named the heir apparent. As the father of the heir apparent, he felt he had failed in his duty by not encouraging his son to strive for success.

Marquis Yongping's mind was in turmoil. He thought of many things in a short time, and gritted his teeth as he said to the steward, "Go and send more men. We must find the heir as soon as possible. If he is delayed on the way, tie him up with ropes and use a fast horse, definitely a fast horse!"

The steward quickly sent someone to find the heir of the Marquis of Yongping. The Marquis of Yongping was not in the mood to go to the study to exchange witty remarks with the Marquis of Yongning. After thinking for a while, he went to the backyard.

Jiang was in her own courtyard when Feng Yuli came over early this morning. After serving Jiang breakfast, she busied herself around Jiang, massaging her legs and back. When she saw that Jiang was tired, she took her needle and thread basket to the backyard to make a forehead band for Jiang.

Jiang lay sprawled on the kang, looking at the stack of pastries in front of her. Feng Yuli had brought them over, saying that she had made them herself. Jiang couldn't help but sneer twice. The old woman who had been serving Jiang saw this and said with a smile, "This Miss Feng is quite diligent."

Jiang said lazily, "Whether she's diligent or not depends on who she's serving. She's hoping I'll give her a future, otherwise, would she still be so diligent?"

The old woman nodded and flattered, "Madam really knows how to manage people. Look at our Miss Feng, if she went out, everyone would say that Miss Feng is just like those from noble families."

Jiang waved his hand and said, "You old fool, don't try to be nice here. Tell me, what's the matter?"

The old woman thought for a moment and said, "Madam, are you really going to send Miss Feng to the eldest young master's courtyard?"

Jiang said, "Of course, I said it the other day, in front of so many people, so we have to make sure this loving couple can be together in the end, right?"

The old woman said cautiously, "Madam, the eldest mistress cares most about the eldest young master's studies. This is a crucial time for the eldest young master to study. If you send Miss Feng over, what if the eldest mistress makes a fuss with you? And what about the eldest young mistress? She's the kind of person who can come over with a sword at the slightest disagreement."

Jiang said nonchalantly, "I'm still in charge of this household. Who are they to tell me what to do? I think two days from now is an auspicious day. We'll just send Yuli to the estate in the outskirts of the capital. We've already sent her there. If anything happens to her there, I'll go and hold them accountable."

The old woman finally understood what Jiang was planning. After Feng Yuli delivered it, Xu Shao would probably be furious, not to mention the eldest young mistress Zhou Junhong. Last time, Zhou Junhong walked over with her pregnant belly and a sword, which scared many people in the mansion. It was then that they remembered that their eldest young mistress was rumored to have fought alongside her father in battle. Just imagine her on the battlefield, wielding a gun and killing enemies like chickens. Who wouldn't be afraid?

Making the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law angry is the first step. They will probably send her back later. If something unexpected happens on the way, it's hard to say. After all, Feng Yuli is a girl from a good family. Even if she becomes a concubine, she will be a respectable one. If something happens to her in Zhao Sixing's hands, how can Jiang Shi let that mother, son, mother-in-law, and husband have a good life?

Feng Yuli was someone Jiang had watched grow up since she was a child. Who would have thought that when faced with such a situation, she would push the matter away without a second thought, never considering their past relationship? The old woman shuddered at the thought of Jiang's wickedness. Before she could speak, a little maid rushed in. The old woman quickly scolded her, "What's the rush? Don't you know where you are?"

The young maidservant knelt down with a thud and said to Madam Jiang, "Madam, the Marquis is coming this way. The lady in front said that the Marquis doesn't look well."

Upon hearing this, Jiang glanced at the nail polish Feng Yuli had painted for her and said nonchalantly, "So what if you're here? Is it really necessary for you to be in such a panic?"

Before the maid could even respond, Jiang saw through the window that Marquis Yongping, with a sullen face, hurriedly walked into the room, slowly got off the kang (heated brick bed) and put on his shoes. Before he had even finished putting on his shoes, the curtain was suddenly ripped open. Because the force was too great, the curtain, which was made of glass beads, broke apart, and the glass beads rolled all over the floor.

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