Chapter 327: Rage for Beauty

Shang Rong, the steward of the Su Mansion, was guarding the door. When he heard the terrifying laughter, he immediately brought people in.

But when they rushed over, they were still half a step too late and could only see the afterimage of the heavy armchair being swung out.

Su Fengyue saw the chair coming straight towards him, his eyes widened in horror, and he stood up and hid to the side.

After all, he was old and his legs and feet couldn't react quickly enough, so he was hit by the back of the chair above his brow bone, and was knocked to the ground by the force.

Shang Rong ran to the front and asked anxiously, "Master, how are you?"

Su Fengyue covered his right eyebrow, his head was dizzy, and deep red blood flowed out from between his fingers, along the back of his hand and into the sleeve of his official robe.

The servants of the Su family surrounded Prince Yong.

“Get lost!”

Zhao Minghong shouted loudly.

The servants surrounded him, and Zhao Minghong, in a rage, knocked down the servant who came up to him first with a punch.

Those who came up one after another were knocked to the ground by Prince Yong's fierce fists.

Zhao Minghong's punches hit the target without any effort, and his boxing style was not for his life. These servants were no match for him at all.

At first, Su Fengyue thought that Prince Yong was a pampered show-off and did not take him seriously.

Unexpectedly, he had completely turned into a brutal and bloodthirsty lion at this time, and anyone who approached him would be torn to pieces.

Yong Wang's two punches missed and hit a vase that was half a person's height. The back of his hand was scratched by the sharp broken porcelain pieces and blood was still dripping down.

Zhao Minghong was so numbed by the pain in his heart that he could not feel any pain in his body at all and continued to kill anyone who dared to stop him.

Su Fengyue was helped aside by Shang Rong, and his voice finally trembled a little.

"Stop him now! Call for other help! Go now!"

The clever servant got up from the ground and called the security guards over.

Zhao Minghong rushed towards the southeast corner where Su Fengyue was, his eyes were bloodshot, and it was obvious that he had lost his mind and was determined to fight him to the death.

Shang Rong, who was standing in front of Su Fengyue, broke out in cold sweat when he saw Prince Yong's expression.

At this moment, Zhao Minghong stepped on something and slipped slightly.

He looked down and stopped in his tracks. His body tensed up and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Minghong bent down stiffly and picked up the silk ribbon and jade beads thrown on the ground.

I deliberately avoided the blood on his hands for fear of dirtying them.

He carefully wiped the dust off the jade bead with the gold edge of the prince's robe sleeve, and then carefully put it into his arms.

Zhao Minghong lowered his head, and his voice sounded like a demon from the underworld.

"Today is the anniversary of your death."

Because picking up the beads took some time, the Su family guards rushed into the house quickly and swarmed forward.

It was no problem for Zhao Minghong to fight five people, but when more than a dozen martial artists attacked him together, he soon could not hold on and was pinned to the ground by several of them holding weapons.

Su Fengyue's lips were pale due to fear and blood loss.

Shang Rong deftly tore off the strip of cloth to stop his bleeding, but he raised his hand and pushed it aside.

Su Fengyue stood up shakily, holding on to the table and chair, walked in front of Prince Yong and sneered.

"Whose death anniversary did the prince say today is?"

Su Fengyue had not experienced pain or blood for many years. He took the bloodstained towel handed to him by the servant and said slowly, "In my opinion, it should be yours."

Shang Rong said: "Master, this is the prince after all..."

Su Fengyue's right eye was half closed due to the injury on his brow bone, but his left eye was wide open.

"Your Majesty? Is Your Majesty considered a big shot?"

"With the death of the emperor, the royal family of Beili has no meaning to exist. It is time to change the dynasty."

"If I hadn't had a son, the Zhao family's kingdom would have been taken over by someone else long ago."

Su Fengyue is now speaking of treason without concealing it from anyone.

"Your Majesty is furious for your beloved. I can understand you."

Su Fengyue threw the blood-wiped handkerchief in front of Zhao Minghong.

"But the prince just doesn't know what's good for him. He should be like Tao Wanyin, keep his head down and pretend nothing happened. That way he can survive."

When Zhao Minghong heard him mention Tao Wanyin, his eyes were red with anger. He raised his head and stared at him hatefully, squeezing out a sound from his throat.

"You don't deserve to mention her name!"

Seeing Prince Yong's eyes that seemed to want to eat him alive, Su Fengyue felt better.

He laughed a few times and said, "Young people are hot-tempered and regard love as more important than anything else. I have had such moments too."

"Actually, this is not my fault. After all, I didn't know that Tao Changhai would hook up with you again and marry his unpopular eldest daughter to you as a princess."

Su Fengyue felt dizzy after standing for a long time, so he walked to the armchair and sat down.

Shang Rong said, "Master, please be careful. Don't waste your time talking to him. Treat your wound first."

Su Fengyue said: "Don't worry, it's rare for me to be interested and find someone to talk to about the past."

"Your Majesty must be very curious about how this happened back then."

Zhao Minghong was breathing heavily through his nostrils, and the blue veins on his forehead were bulging and throbbing.

Whether Prince Yong wants to hear it or not, Su Fengyue will tell it.

To kill someone, you must first destroy his heart.

This would hurt Prince Yong more than hitting him with a stick.

Su Fengyue recalled: "Xiao Tao was so fresh and young at that time. She acted like an adult at a young age. She was well-educated and had a refined temperament. It was obvious that she would be a suitable wife for the family."

"But, after all, he is still a child. When he sees a stranger, he will be timid, just like the moon shyly hiding behind the clouds. The more you look at it, the more you like it."

Zhao Minghong roared, "You are worse than an animal!"

"Your Highness, it would be more appropriate to address this to Tao Changhai." Su Fengyue smiled strangely, "Blindfolding his own daughter and sending her to a colleague's house, I think Tao Changhai is the most ruthless and cruel one."

Zhao Minghong, who was pressed down by the cold iron weapon, trembled all over and his teeth were chattering.

It was Elder Tao who sent Wanyin to Su Fengyue's bed.

What a shameless bunch of old people, worse than dogs and pigs!

Su Fengyue sat on the armchair, swaying with his legs crossed.

"But I see that Xiao Tao's reaction seems like she hasn't recognized me yet. When I saw her in the funeral hall today, I was still wondering how she got through all these years."

"A normal woman who loses her virginity before marriage should jump into the river and commit suicide. It seems that Xiao Tao is not such a respectful person."

"There is one more thing. I am also curious. Can Your Majesty ensure that the baby in her belly is yours?"

As he spoke, Su Fengyue threw his head back and laughed, and Shang Rong beside him also had a malicious smile on his face.

Being pressed down by several men with tridents, Prince Yong suddenly jumped up and struggled to get up.

His whole body was shaking, like an angry lion being cornered.

Prince Yong pounced on Su Fengyue again, and his expression looked as if he wanted to eat him alive.