Ning Qing sat in the main seat, with five handsome men lined up in front of her. Some were shy, some were expressionless, and some kept glancing at her with their eyes...

Isn't this the handsome little boy that the brat brought back yesterday? So he wasn't brought back to warm his own bed? Instead, he's here to show filial piety to his old father?

Ning Qing wanted to confirm again, so she asked, "Did your young master ask you to bring this?"

Lin Ziye nodded emphatically, "Yes."

Ningqing...

Having such a filial little brat is a real headache!

Now I'm the one who gets a day off every Saturday and Sunday... Why doesn't this feeling feel as wonderful as I imagined? It feels more like I'm working in a club, receiving one guest a day, working five days, and resting for two days on the weekend.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder and quickly suppressed this strange thought.

He waved his hand, signaling Huan'er to take the handsome young man downstairs to find a room to stay in.

He said to Lin Ziye, "Please thank your master for me."

Please thank his whole family for me; he's trying to kill me.

Ning Qing suspected that this little brat was using his good looks to seduce her, hoping to exhaust her so he could inherit her father's fortune. This little brat in the small world was not likable at all; he was sly and wicked.

Since the five handsome men moved into the West Courtyard, Ning Qing's uneventful and carefree life is over.

Life is so colorful these days. Tonight, a handsome man in a blue robe is playing the zither, his melodious notes touching the heart.

Ning Qing lay half-reclined on the roof, holding a half-full pot of wine in her hand. She took a sip and thought about her colorful life over the past two weeks. She really had to thank the little brat.

Yong'an Marquis's Mansion

The Yong'an Marquis's Mansion covers a vast area, is magnificent and imposing.

At this moment, in the main courtyard, a beautiful woman dressed in luxurious clothes sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in her hand and taking a sip.

At that moment, a young man walked in from outside the room, and his appearance bore some resemblance to the woman inside.

"Mother," the boy said as he entered the room, found a chair, sat down, picked up the teapot on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Drink slowly, what's the rush?" the woman in fine clothes hurriedly stopped her.

"I'm so thirsty, Mother, you have no idea. Father took me to the training ground today and trained me like crazy. Mother! You don't know that your son is being trained to death," he said, looking at the beautiful woman sitting above him with a wronged expression.

The beautiful woman pondered for a moment before asking, "Have you done something outrageous again recently?"

After speaking, he stared intently at the boy sitting below, noticing that the boy was shrinking back and looked guilty.

"How many times have I told you? You have to clean up your messes after doing something, so that no one can find fault with you. Why can't you learn your lesson?"

The beautiful woman scolded the boy with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Is the tail all swept away now?" The beautiful woman rubbed her head in exasperation.

Upon seeing the woman's actions, the young man immediately stood up, fawned over her, and rubbed her head.

While rubbing, Cancan said, "I just played with that bitch to death a few days ago. Who knew she was from the family of a fifth-rank military officer? General Wei is stubborn and single-mindedly wants to seek justice for his daughter."

The beautiful woman glanced at the boy and said, "This time I'll ask your grandfather to help you settle things. Next time you're playing around, make sure you clean up the mess."

The boy nodded in agreement.

"By the way, did Mother send someone to deal with that bastard?"

The mere mention of this beautiful woman makes me feel uneasy. Ever since that bastard was three years old, he has been moved to another house and has only had a wet nurse to take care of him. Yet, he hasn't starved to death.

When he was 10 years old, he started sending assassins to kill him. Every time, he managed to escape, which made me furious.

A month ago, she finally managed to get her hands on a poison that kills on contact with blood. She had someone smear it on the tip of a knife, and the poison did get stained with blood, but then someone else saved her life. She was furious and heartbroken.

But don't rush. Swords and blades can't kill people; there are other ways to kill without leaving a trace.

"Just wait, that bastard won't be able to enjoy his freedom for long."

After saying that, a vicious killing intent flashed in his eyes.

She has already planted the fuse. There's no rush. She's already waited for more than a decade. She's not afraid to wait a little longer.

The boy immediately chimed in obsequiously, "Mother always has the best ideas."

The beautiful woman glanced at him and said, "Learn from this."

"yes"

"Go back and rest now," the beautiful woman gently patted his back, her eyes full of doting affection.

"Yes, my son has gone back."

The beautiful woman waved him away.