"ah--"
"Damn it—"
"What kind of beast did this?!"
Three screams startled the people awake from their sleep.
The old lady hurriedly got out of bed and, with Zou Shuang'er's help, went to the door.
Seeing her son whom she hadn't seen for three days, she burst into tears.
"My son, you have finally returned."
"If you don't come back soon, I'm going to die."
"Waaaaah..."
Looking at the old lady whose hair had turned several strands white in an instant, the Marquis of Zhenbei said sadly, "Mother, how did the manor become like this?"
The old lady's vision blurred, and she almost fainted.
“Dehong, the people say you’re running up debts and they’re coming to your door to collect.”
"I heard you were locked up. They all thought you were dead, so they rushed in and smashed up our manor like this."
Zou Shuang'er's eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Master, why are you only just returning?"
"Yesterday was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Shixuan's reputation was ruined, sob sob sob..."
Upon hearing this, the Marquis of Zhenbei was greatly alarmed. "What do you mean by 'ruined reputation'?"
"Explain yourself to me!"
Zou Shuang'er recounted the whole story in detail.
As he listened, the Marquis of Zhenbei cursed, finally slamming his fist against the wall in anger, yelling, "Damn Lin Rui'an! Damn Lin Rui'an!"
"You've studied for more than half a year and learned so much?"
"Isn't he in poor health? Doesn't he often faint?"
"How come he didn't faint after the match lasted so long?"
Zou Shuang'er sobbed, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief.
"Master, it seems we've been tricked by Ye Lanyin."
"Lin Rui'an doesn't look sick at all."
"Now that Shixuan's reputation is ruined, what should we do?"
The Marquis of Zhenbei clenched his fist, looked up at the sky, and suddenly shouted.
"Oh no, now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, it's time to go to court."
"Hurry, hurry, I need to go to court, or I'll lose my salary."
The Marquis of Zhenbei rushed back to his study, quickly changed his clothes, and left the mansion without paying attention to anyone else.
Stand at the door and shout:
"Butler, butler."
"Where's the carriage? Where's the carriage?"
Oh, the butler ran away, and so did the horse.
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