"Your Highness, you don't know that Second Young Master Xie was so angry at the princess' words that his face turned pale." Qingfeng couldn't help but find it a little funny as he thought about what the princess said.

But the prince's expression did not change at all. He was painting a landscape painting. He seemed to hear Qingfeng's voice and felt it was a bit boring.

Seeing the prince's eyebrows knitted together, he quickly bowed and said, "Please forgive me, my lord. I just told you everything that happened just now, without missing a word."

Qingfeng was a little anxious, fearing that the prince would blame him. Rong Zhen just waved his hand gently, looking at the painting he had drawn, his eyes becoming deeper.

"Your Highness, what are you doing?" Qingfeng looked at him in confusion. It was rare to see the prince paint these landscapes. Today, he didn't know why he was so inspired to paint that he actually painted such a landscape painting. If he took it outside to sell, it might be worth several thousand taels of silver. The prince's paintings were among the best in the capital, and everyone could see it.

"Nothing, this painting is not very good, you take it down and burn it." Rong Zhen's words determined the life and death of this painting, but Qingfeng looked at the painting with powerful brushstrokes, it must be a top-notch masterpiece, but why did the prince not cherish it so much, without asking the reason, he rolled up the painting and prepared to take it down.

"Aomine."

"I'm here!"

Hearing Rong Zhen's powerful voice, Qingfeng turned around and looked at him straight in the eyes.

Those brown eyes were like a deep pool, neither angry nor resentful. Qingfeng stood in front of him stiffly, waiting for his instructions.

"How much money and property did Xie Changyong secretly take?"

"This... I have sent people to investigate, but since he often cooperates with foreign merchants in these things, it is difficult to trace him. Even if we have evidence and want to expose it in front of His Majesty, we still need witnesses."

However, the economic situation was not very good these days, and those merchants from the Western Regions made a fortune here and then fled.

"Forget it, let them handle the Otsukasa's family affairs on their own."

"yes."

After watching him walk away, Rong Zhen took out another piece of pale rice paper and continued painting.

Xie Mansion.

Xie Changming was walking in the yard with a crutch. He would grit his teeth and walk five laps in the yard every morning just to make his legs move freely. He didn't want to become a cripple and be surrounded by so many people.

A group of servants and maids stood by and dared not get close. If anyone got close to support him, the eldest master would get angry for no reason, perhaps because of the dissatisfaction that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.

"master……"

A clever maid noticed Xie Yihui, who was wearing a black robe, walking towards her from behind, so she quickly made way for him and bowed.

"Why don't you come forward to help?" Xie Yihui asked in a low voice with an unhappy look on his face, and this question struck everyone's heart. They hurriedly knelt down in front of him, and Xie Changming, who was not far away, also saw Xie Yihui coming.

"Father!"

Xie Changming was so excited that he didn't hold the crutch firmly and accidentally fell to the ground. His sprawling appearance was frightening, but the maids and servants didn't dare to step forward to help him. Seeing this, Xie Yihui rushed forward and helped him up.

"Ming'er, are you okay?"

Xie Yihui was extremely worried, his eyes filled with heartache. He rarely felt this worried before, and suddenly he felt that the old Xie Yihui was back again.

Looking at the indifferent servants and slaves behind him, he shouted, "All of you good-for-nothings, drag them all down and beat them to death!"

Everyone looked at each other with horror on their faces. They knelt down, kowtowed to him, and cried out in hysterical voices, which sounded like funeral music.

"Dad, don't blame them. I was the one who told them not to get close. There's no need for so many people to serve me in the yard. I can do it myself."

Xie Changming grabbed his robe and looked at him with pleading eyes. Xie Changming was well-known in the mansion for his gentleness and humility, and he would not order the servants around casually.

"These people don't have to die, but they must be tortured!"

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In Xie Yihui's eyes, these people's lives were not worth much at all. Just getting rid of them would also relieve his hatred. He sent two housekeepers to help Xie Changming into the main hall. Xie Changming was leaning on a crutch and felt that the gauze on his leg seemed to break again. For a moment, he felt that the pain seemed to be piercing his heart, but he could not show it in front of Xie Yihui for fear of worrying his father.

"Ming'er, you should marry a wife at your age so that she can manage the affairs in the backyard and take care of your daily life." Xie Yihui couldn't bear to see him practicing walking alone in the yard. If there was a woman by his side, perhaps he would feel better.

"Father, don't worry. I'm just a cripple now. There's no lady from a rich family in the city who would look down on me. It's better to let me fend for myself." Hearing the teasing in his words, Xie Yihui got angry and slammed the table in anger, "Ming'er, what do you mean by that? After all, I'm the Grand Chancellor, a first-rank official. Do those ladies think we're marrying above our station?"

Xie Changming knew his father was angry, so he tried to comfort him, "Father, let's not worry about whether those girls like me or not, but I don't have that kind of mind right now. I just want to be alone. Besides, my little sister just passed away not long ago, and the family doesn't want any happy events. What's wrong with just living a plain life like this?"

Speaking of Xie Bingyan, Xie Yihui's sadness suddenly surged up again. He sighed and said, "Your little sister is not your biological sister. I adopted her from the home of one of my former brothers."

"What?"

Xie Changming had never heard his father mention this matter before, but when he heard him mention it now, he was filled with surprise.

"My brother committed some crimes in the past and his entire family was executed. He asked me to take good care of Bingyan, so I..." Xie Yihui's eyes were full of tears. It was rare for him to cry unconsciously when he mentioned something. He wiped his eyes and sighed, "That happened a long time ago. There is no point in talking about it now."

"I didn't expect that father had such an experience, but my younger sister can rest in peace now. As for my marriage, father, please don't be too hasty. There is still plenty of time for me." Xie Changming raised the corner of his mouth. Xie Yihui knew his son best. Seeing the evasiveness in his eyes, he caught some information.

"Could it be that Ming'er already has someone in mind, so she doesn't want to marry someone else?"