Facing Rong Chengxuan's dark eyes that emitted a terrifying gaze, she took several steps back, bumping into the chair next to the old lady before stopping, "No... no need..."
Rong Chengxuan sneered before turning to Yirong'an: "Marquis Zhenbei, there are some things we both know, so why bother to spell them out? I'm here today because of the affairs of the previous dynasty. For the sake of our father-son relationship, if you're sensible, I might consider giving the Marquis Zhenbei a chance to survive..."
Rong Chengxuan made a gesture, and the guards of Prince An's Mansion placed the books that Rong Chengxuan had brought out of the ancient tomb in front of Yi Ran one by one.
"I'll give the Marquis of Zhenbei an incense stick of time to consider," Rong Chengxuan said with a sinister smile, "Once that time is up, don't blame me for being rude."
Yi Rongan was completely stunned. When he came to his senses, he pointed at Rong Chengxuan's nose and started cursing: "You beast! The Rong family has raised you for twenty years and you..."
Rong Chengxuan interrupted him rudely, "You know why the Rong family raised me, Marquis Zhenbei. Otherwise, how could a bastard like me, born secretly, enter the Rong family?"
Yi Rongan was taken aback by Rong Chengxuan's words, but he quickly composed himself and stubbornly refused to reveal anything about the previous dynasty to Rong Chengxuan. "You...what nonsense are you talking about?! We worked so hard to raise you, and now you are the one who is not us?!"
"You worked so hard to raise me?" Rong Chengxuan repeated softly, his eyes full of contempt and indifference. If Yi Rong An hadn't been useful to him now, he would have collapsed to the ground dead. "Really?"
Yi Rong An was stunned, but when she met his gaze, her momentum weakened a bit, and her words lacked any confidence: "Of course it's true... You are disobedient and unfilial, and you still think you are right? Hurry up and get out of here with your people! Since you don't want to come back, then don't ever come back!"
"Oh, that's exactly what I meant." Rong Chengxuan responded indifferently, "There's still half an incense stick of time left. Has the Marquis of Zhenbei made up his mind?"
The old lady was filled with grief and indignation. She cursed bitterly, "You heartless man! You've been the Marquis of Zhenbei's heir for so many years. Has he ever owed you anything? Now that you've grown wings and can fly, not only do you not think about how to repay the Marquis of Zhenbei's Mansion, but you also treat the Marquis of Zhenbei like this and threaten your father like this?"
"Madam, do you really want to force me to tell you those dirty things?" Rong Chengxuan's expression grew even colder, and he took another step forward. "If he has nothing to hide, he should speak frankly, instead of using the so-called kindness of the Zhenbei Marquisate in raising me as a pretext."
Meeting his sinister gaze, the old lady's eyes flickered, and she suddenly fell silent, looking away guiltily.
Rong Chengxuan ignored her and looked at the sobbing old lady standing beside her. "I think everyone here knows exactly what kind of life I, the son of the Zhenbei Marquis, have been leading these past few years. Why are you putting on this hypocritical act of blood being thicker than water now? It's truly disgusting."
The woman wiped her tears and stopped looking at him. Like everyone else present, she couldn't hide the guilt in her eyes after hearing what Rong Chengxuan said.
Rong Chengxuan sneered, knowing that Yi Ran An would never tell him what had happened. He didn't want to get entangled with this hypocritical family any longer, so he solemnly reminded everyone in the room, who all had different expressions, "Things are different now. Is the Marquis of Zhenbei really unwilling to say a word?"
"How dare you! This Marquis has no ties with the previous dynasty. What do you want me to say? Are you asking me to acknowledge my status as a remnant of the previous dynasty?"
"It seems that I have mistaken the Marquis of Zhenbei. I didn't expect you to be such a loyal minister and adopted son. I will not take action against the Marquis of Zhenbei, so please let the Marquis of Zhenbei's Mansion endure the humiliation of being unable to see the light of day for the rest of your life." Rong Chengxuan said with a sinister smile and winked at the guard beside him.
The guard immediately opened an imperial edict in front of Yi Ran. In order to allow Yi Ran to see the contents of the edict more clearly, he grabbed Yi Ran's hair and placed him in front of the edict.
Yi Rongan was startled at first, his scalp tingling. He was old, and his legs were already a bit weak. If Rong Chengxuan's guards hadn't grabbed his hair, he would have fallen to the ground. "You...what do you mean by this? You're actually going to close the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion?"
"Yes." Rong Chengxuan smiled calmly and led Yun Wanwan, who had been following him silently since entering the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, to the front. They stood side by side, looking like a perfect match. "Let me introduce to the Zhenbei Marquis. This is my fiancé, Yun Wanwan, and the future Princess An of the An Palace."
Yi Rongan spat fiercely in the direction of Rong Chengxuan and Yun Wanwan, "Rong Chengxuan! I won't allow you to marry this bitch! If you want her to appear in the Rong family tree, forget it!"
Rong Chengxuan gave a look to the guard who was holding Yi Ran, then he picked up Yi Ran from the ground like a chicken, and slapped him five times on both sides.
Rong Chengxuan's guards were martial artists, so their strength was definitely no match for the maids and nannies in the mansion. When the first slap landed, Yirong'an's face swelled up like a pig's head. After five slaps, Yirong'an's face was so swollen it was unbearable to even look at.
"Rong Chengxuan...you!"
Rong Chengxuan interrupted Yi Ran just as he started to speak. "This is a small lesson for the Marquis of Zhenbei. It's to make him see clearly who is standing before him. Next time you see Wanwan, be careful with your mouth. Otherwise, I don't know what I will do."
As Rong Chengxuan said this, he gradually increased the strength of his grip on Yun Wanwan's hand, until Yun Wanwan felt too much pain and gasped. Rong Chengxuan then realized that he had been holding Yun Wanwan's hand too hard. When he looked down, he found that Yun Wanwan's hand had been squeezed red by him.
Yun Wanwan didn't say anything, but just pulled Rong Chengxuan's sleeve and said that she wanted to leave. Rong Chengxuan asked the guards to put away the books from the ancient tomb and ignored the insults from Yi Rongan and the Rong family and left the main hall with Yun Wanwan.
After leaving the mansion and getting into the carriage, the servant outside asked quietly whether they wanted to return home or go outside the city. Rong Chengxuan closed his eyes tiredly and ordered, "Go back home."
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