Chapter 63 Seeking Revenge

Anle Hou and Lu Yaozu were struck by lightning.

This means that he cannot come out. Doesn’t that mean he will not be able to be humane in the future, and will be no different from a useless person? !

Anle Hou’s head was buzzing, and he was so angry that his tiger eyebrows were raised: "Who on earth has such a vicious mind?! Come, bring Gao Yan here for me!"

These days, Lu Daizong has been inseparable from Gao Yan.

Lu Yaozu sent the palace doctor out, and Xia Sanbai looked at his brother with distressed eyes: "Dad, why don’t I go to the palace to ask for the imperial physician now? The imperial physician is highly skilled and may have a way..."

Anle Hou shook his head: "No, let the guards take my message over. From now on, you can’t leave the house."

He was so angry that he slammed the table hard, and the table broke into pieces.

"This man dared to attack Daizong, he must have made perfect preparations. I only care about you two sons. Daizong has already been in trouble, you must not be in trouble again!"

Lu Yaozu replied solemnly, "Yes."

Not long after, the guards came back with Gao Yan, who was disheveled, dishevelled, and panic-stricken.

Anle Hou kicked him in the chest. Gao Yan screamed and rolled around for several times before stopping. His face turned pale with pain and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

But he did not care to groan, he climbed up and knelt to beg for mercy: "My Lord, spare my life, my Lord, spare my life!"

Lu Yaozu gritted his teeth and said: "Tell me, what did you do with Daizong these days, where did you go, who did you meet, tell me everything, if there is any secret, the Minister of Rites will not mind losing your son!"

Gao Yan was in so much pain that he felt dizzy, and he was so frightened that his body trembled: "My Lord, my Lord, please be wise, we are ordinary people. During the day, I only go to Qingfeng Pavilion and Zuiyuelong, and the only people I see there are the lovers and prostitutes, nothing else, Lord Marquis..." Marquis

Anle looked at him coldly: "I think you will not cry until you see the coffin. Come, bring me my bone-cutting whip. I want to see how long you can keep your mouth shut!"

The bone-cutting whip is covered with barbs. With a casual swing, it can pick off the flesh and blood on a person's arm, leaving only the white bones.

In the past, Marquis Anle used this torture instrument to skin a prisoner alive. The bloody scene was the nightmare of everyone present at the time.

Although Gao Yan had never seen it, he had heard of it.

He retreated in panic until he felt the coldness of the wall on his back and the urgency of the whip hitting the ground, which made Gao Yan's brain suddenly connect: "I remember... I remember, Marquis! Marquis, listen to me!"

He swallowed his saliva and trembled as he told them about the bet between Lu Daizong and Jiang Zhiyu, as well as Jiang Zhiyu's acupuncture. Anle Hou and Lu Yaozu looked at each other with gloomy faces.

Is it her again?

I'm afraid she was the one who did the autumn hunt last time. Anle Hou's admiration for Jiang Zhiyu because of that arrow was completely annihilated after she beat up Prince Nangong in the street.

Thinking of her excuse during the autumn hunt, Anle Hou sneered again and again.

"Come here, prepare a carriage to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion. I want to see who can protect her this time!"

...

The night faded quietly, and the quiet streets suddenly became noisy. The sound of the wheels of the carriage and the iron sound of the guards' helmets echoed all the way from the east street.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Zhaorong was washing and the maid was tidying up the court clothes.

Suddenly, a servant ran in in panic: "Prime Minister! Prime Minister, it's not good... Outside, outside, a large number of guards surrounded the Prime Minister's Mansion, shouting for the third lady to be handed over!"

Jiang Zhaorong: !!!

"What's going on?" Jiang Zhaorong frowned: "Can you see who it is?"

"It seems... it seems to be Marquis Anle!"

Marquis Anle? Jiang Zhaorong's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately remembered the bet he had heard on the street.

Damn it!

He hurried to the front hall. Anle Hou and Lu Yaozu looked aggressive, and Lu Yaozu was holding Gao Yan, who looked pale. He

came with bad intentions.

Jiang Zhaorong concealed his anxiety and asked in confusion, "Marquis, it's almost time to go to court. What do you want to do by barging into my house in such a aggressive manner?"

After all, the prime minister and the minister of rites are different, and they belong to the same party as the prince. For the sake of the prince's face, even if Anle Hou was angry, he could not arrest Jiang Zhiyu like he did Gao Yan in the minister of rites' house.

Marquis Anle sneered: "I don't want to play these confusing mysteries with you. Do you know about the bet between Jiang Zhiyu and my son?"

Jiang Zhaorong thought that it was because of this, but he had been busy discussing Zhiyu's attendance at the court with the emperor these days and didn't know the full story. He continued in confusion: "What bet?"

"You really don't know?"

"I really don't know."

Marquis Anle saw that he had a calm expression and didn't look like he was lying, so he rolled his eyes: "Your daughter made a bet with my son to let my son receive her acupuncture."

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

Old man, you only speak half the truth, don't you?

Jiang Zhaorong pretended not to understand: "Is this true? But Zhiyu is a disciple of a miracle doctor, this is a good thing."

"Fuck your grandmother's legs!" Marquis Anle couldn't help but curse: "My son was just carried back, and all this is thanks to your daughter!"

He tore his face off, and Jiang Zhaorong also put away his smile: "My lord, please be careful with your words. It is too biased to listen to what you said in this matter. My lord, do you have any evidence to prove that my daughter killed your son?"

"Besides, my lord, you keep saying that Zhiyu was the one who killed him. I want to ask, what happened to your son?"

Marquis Anle choked.

He panted and snatched Gao Yan from Lu Yaozu's hand: "Speak, tell me exactly what you said in the Marquis' Mansion!"

Gao Yan repeated the bet of that day in a trembling voice, not mentioning Lu Daizong's dilemma, and his words were biased towards the Marquis' Mansion.

Anle Hou nodded with satisfaction and looked at Jiang Zhaorong: "Did you hear it clearly? Your daughter is determined to treat my son's illness. I suspect that she is not good at medicine and has harmed my son. What do you think about this man today? Will you hand him over or not?!"

"No." Jiang Zhaorong's face was calm.

"What did you say?!" Anle Hou put his hand on the whip, and there was a faint movement to pull it out.

Jiang Zhaorong glanced at him and stood still: "No!"

"Okay, okay!" Marquis Anle gritted his teeth: "My son will be a useless man in the future. To be fair, I will whip your daughter into a useless man today, and this matter can be written off."

He pulled out the whip and swung it hard to the side. The table broke in the middle, and the teapots and teacups on it shattered to the ground with a clang.

The atmosphere was tense, and the servants all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

"Jiang Zhaorong, I'll make it clear, you must make friends with Jiang Zhiyu today. If you don't, don't blame me for not caring about our past friendship."

Jiang Zhaorong was indifferent, as if he didn't hear it.

Marquis Anle laughed in anger, and was about to use the whip, but heard a clear girl's voice: "I'm coming."