Chapter 204: An Uncontrolled Bastard, Keeping Him Is Useless

Anyang Hou originally thought that this woman was arranged by someone to approach him deliberately.

But seeing how panicked she was, it seemed like it was real...

Yang Zhaozhao felt uncomfortable when he looked at her. She lowered her head even more and felt very nervous.

She really had nowhere to go, so she could only stay in the carriage and pray that he would have mercy on her and let her escape this disaster.

Suddenly, a hurried voice came from outside the carriage: "I am from Minister Yang's house. The maid in the house stole something and ran away..."

Yang Zhaozhao subconsciously clutched her clothes tightly with both hands, and her heart began to panic. "I... I'm not a maid!"

"Please!"

Wet eyes, so pitiful.

Marquis Anyang couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when he saw her like this.

There was only one fat woman, Aunt Zhao, in his backyard, and he had been abstaining from sex for some time.

At this moment, the weak Yang Zhaozhao in front of him was like a lamb to be slaughtered, causing a strange ripple in his heart.

He slowly stretched out his hand to lift the curtain. Yang Zhaozhao's heart instantly rose to his throat. His eyes widened and he stared at the hand that was about to lift the curtain.

Could it be that she still couldn't escape?

Just when he was filled with despair, Marquis Anyang opened his eyes only a tiny crack and said coldly, "There is no one you want in the carriage."

Hearing his words, Yang Zhaozhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed instantly.

This subtle sound reached the ears of Marquis Anyang and actually made him feel much better.

"Please let us check it out." The servants in Minister Yang's house were obviously unwilling to give up.

Marquis Anyang's face darkened and he snorted coldly, "Minister Yang is so powerful that he even dared to check my carriage. I will question him thoroughly at the court tomorrow morning."

The servants in Yang Shilang's house realized that they had offended the wrong person. "I didn't realize it was the Marquis's carriage and disturbed him. I beg you to forgive me."

"roll."

“Yes, yes, yes…”

The servants retreated in a hurry as if they had been pardoned, and the sound of their footsteps gradually faded away.

The curtain slowly dropped, and silence returned to the carriage.

Yang Zhaozhao bowed slightly, "Thank you for your help, Lord."

Marquis Anyang simply hummed lightly, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry at the moment.

"Go to Yang's house." Marquis Anyang ordered the driver.

When Yang Zhaozhao heard this, his heart was instantly lifted. He wanted to send her back...

The carriage started slowly, and the sound of the wheels rolling seemed like her heavy heartbeat.

Marquis Anyang seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but his mind was completely on the panicked "little white rabbit" beside him.

A high-end hunter wants his prey to fall into his trap voluntarily...

Yang Zhaozhao stared intently at the street scene flashing by outside the window, which was getting closer and closer to the Yang Mansion.

She dug her nails into her palms. She couldn't just sit there and wait for death. She couldn't be sent back.

The carriage ran over a protruding stone, causing the body of the carriage to shake, and Yang Zhaozhao fell into the arms of Marquis Anyang.

"Please love me, my Lord."

Marquis Anyang lowered his head and his eyes fell on Yang Zhaozhao's young, beautiful face.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, amusement, but more of aroused desire.

"Do you know what you are saying?" His voice was low and a little hoarse.

"Know."

Yang Zhaozhao repeated it without hesitation, then bit her lower lip and added, "I won't regret it."

The tip of his nose was filled with the unique fragrance of a girl, and this fragrance was like a catalyst, causing his lower abdomen to tighten suddenly.

Marquis Anyang reached out and lifted the woman into his arms, then instructed the driver, "Change the route and return home."

Hearing these words, Yang Zhaozhao's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settled down. She knew that she was temporarily saved.

Although the Marquis of Anyang in front of him is a little older, it is still a thousand times better than being sent back to the Yang Mansion and falling into the hands of that old man.

Marquis Anyang has never been a man who would let himself be wronged. He reached out and lifted the woman's chin, then kissed her without hesitation.

Yang Zhaozhao never thought that he would take her in the carriage. She felt humiliated, but there was no chance to regret.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the gate of Anyang Marquis' Mansion.

The driver sat on the shaft, listening to the embarrassing voice coming from the carriage, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should speak out to remind them.

"Two more turns."

Marquis Anyang's voice came from the carriage, with a hint of laziness and satisfaction.

"drive……"

It was not until the sky gradually darkened that Marquis Anyang carried the unconscious Yang Zhaozhao down.

He held her in his arms and quietly entered the house through the back door.

Although it was exciting in the carriage, he still had to save face, so he did not choose to enter through the main gate.

Marquis Anyang carried Yang Zhaozhao into the room and gently placed her on the bed.

A section of snow-white lotus arm was exposed. Anyang Hou swallowed his saliva, and the desire in his eyes was ignited again...

What a goblin...

On the other side, Minister Gu's Mansion

Gu Chen resigned and returned home. Seeing his son's miserable appearance, he felt hatred and heartache.

"Rebellious son! You did such a good thing, why weren't you beaten to death?"

"Dad... Dad, can I still stand up?" Gu Jiacheng's eyes were full of despair.

"Are you scared now? What were you doing before?"

His good son was beaten like this...

"Dad, you have to avenge your son... wuwu..."

Gu Jiacheng cried louder and louder, like a helpless child, he tightly grasped the corner of Gu Chen's clothes.

Madam Gu San pulled him aside and said, "Master, Jiacheng has gone too far. The Yang family saved face for both families and didn't make it public..."

Having said this, she paused slightly, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Gu Chen frowned, "Madam, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."

"Alas..." Madam Gu San sighed, "Jiacheng is indeed pitiful, but the fault is ultimately his. Fortunately, they only broke his leg and didn't bring the matter to the Emperor."

"If we really alarm the emperor, our Gu family will be in big trouble."

Having shared the same bed for many years, Mrs. Gu San knew Gu Chen best, and as expected, his expression looked very ugly.

Madam Gu San struck while the iron was hot, "Master, Jiacheng can't go to the military camp in this condition. If he stays at home, the Yang family will inevitably retaliate again."

"Why not send him to the farm to recuperate? Wait two years, and then come back when the Yang family's anger has subsided."

Gu Chen was silent for a moment, glanced at his pitiful son lying on the bed, sighed helplessly, and said, "Just as my wife says."

After saying that, he turned and strode away.

Mrs. Gu San looked at Gu Chen's departing back, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and then she left as well.

But the two are on different paths.

Madam Gu San went straight back to the inner courtyard. As soon as she entered the room, her trusted nanny immediately came forward and closed the door.

"Send him away tomorrow morning. No need to arrange for servants. Let him die there in six months."

There's no point in keeping an uncontrolled bastard...