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Chapter 204 An Uncontrollable Illegitimate Son: Useless to Keep Him Around

Marquis Anyang originally thought that this woman had been deliberately arranged to approach him.

But seeing her so panicked and flustered, it seemed like it was really true...

Yang Zhaozhao felt uncomfortable under his gaze, lowered her head even further, and felt very uneasy.

With nowhere else to go, she could only grit her teeth and stay in the carriage, praying that he would have mercy and let her escape this calamity.

Suddenly, a hurried voice came from outside the carriage: "I am from the Yang family, and one of their maids has stolen something and run away..."

Yang Zhaozhao instinctively clenched her clothes, her heart pounding with panic. "I...I'm not a maid!"

"I beg you!"

Her eyes were wet and pitiful.

Looking at her like this, the Marquis of Anyang couldn't help but feel a little tempted.

In his backyard, there was only one fat woman, Aunt Zhao, and he had been celibate for some time.

At this moment, the frail Yang Zhaozhao before him was like a lamb to the slaughter, stirring a strange ripple in his heart.

He slowly reached out to lift the carriage curtain. Yang Zhaozhao's heart jumped into her throat, her eyes widening as she stared intently at the hand about to lift the curtain.

Is it possible that she still can't escape it?

Just when all hope seemed lost, Marquis Anyang opened the carriage only a small crack and coldly said, "The person you are looking for is not in the carriage."

Hearing his words, Yang Zhaozhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her tense body instantly relaxed.

The faint sound reached the ears of Marquis Anyang, which actually improved his mood considerably.

"Please allow us to take a look," said a servant from Minister Yang's residence, clearly unwilling to give up.

Marquis Anyang's face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Minister Yang has become quite capable, daring to even check my carriage. I'll have to give him a good talking to at the morning court tomorrow."

The servants in Yang's residence then realized they had offended the wrong person. "I didn't know it was the Marquis's carriage. I have disturbed you. Please forgive me."

"roll."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The servants, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly withdrew, their footsteps fading into the distance.

The carriage curtain slowly fell, and the carriage returned to silence.

Yang Zhaozhao bowed slightly, "Thank you for your rescue, Lord Marquis."

Marquis Anyang simply gave a faint "hmm," making it impossible to discern his true feelings.

"Go to the Yang family." Marquis Anyang instructed the coachman.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhaozhao's heart leaped into his throat again; he had to send her back...

The carriage started moving slowly, and the sound of the wheels rolling seemed to be her heavy heartbeat.

Marquis Anyang appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but his mind was entirely on the panicked "little white rabbit" beside him.

A skilled hunter makes his prey willingly surrender...

Yang Zhaozhao stared intently at the street scene flashing past the window, getting closer and closer to the Yang residence.

Her nails dug deep into her palms; she couldn't just sit and wait to die, she absolutely couldn't be sent back.

The carriage ran over a protruding stone, causing it to sway. Yang Zhaozhao took the opportunity to fall into the arms of the Marquis of Anyang.

"Please, Lord Marquis, show me mercy."

Marquis Anyang lowered his head, his gaze falling on Yang Zhaozhao's young, beautiful face.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, a mixture of amusement and, more so, a stirred desire.

"Do you know what you're saying?" His voice was low and somewhat hoarse.

"know."

Yang Zhaozhao repeated it without hesitation, then bit her lower lip and added, "I won't regret it."

The unique fragrance of a young woman lingered around his nose, and this fragrance acted as a catalyst, causing a sudden tightening in his lower abdomen.

Marquis Anyang reached out and pulled the woman into his arms, then instructed the coachman, "Change course and return to the manor."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhaozhao's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. She knew that she was temporarily saved.

Although the Marquis of Anyang in front of me is a bit old, it is still a thousand times better than being sent back to the Yang family and falling into the hands of that old man.

Marquis Anyang was never one to compromise himself. He reached out, lifted the woman's chin, and kissed her without hesitation.

Yang Zhaozhao never expected that he would take her in the carriage. She felt humiliated, but there was no chance to regret it.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the Marquis of Anyang's residence.

The driver sat on the carriage shaft, listening to the embarrassing sounds coming from inside the carriage, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should speak up and remind them.

"Spin around two more times."

The voice of the Marquis of Anyang came from inside the carriage, carrying a hint of laziness and satisfaction.

"drive……"

It wasn't until it gradually got dark that Marquis Anyang carried the unconscious Yang Zhaozhao down from the sky.

He carried her and quietly entered the mansion through the back door.

Although it was exciting to be inside the carriage, he still had to maintain some semblance of dignity, which is why he didn't choose to enter through the main gate.

Marquis Anyang carried Yang Zhaozhao to the room and gently placed her on the bed.

A section of snow-white, lotus-root-like arm was exposed, and Marquis Anyang swallowed hard, his desire reignited...

She's such a vixen...

On the other side, at the residence of Minister Gu...

When Gu Chen returned home after being dismissed from his post, he felt both hatred and heartache upon seeing his son's miserable state.

"You unfilial son! Look what you've done! Why haven't you been beaten to death yet?!"

"Father...Father, can I still stand up?" Gu Jiacheng's eyes were filled with despair.

"Now you're scared? What were you doing all this time!"

His perfectly healthy son was beaten up like this...

"Father, you must avenge your son... Waaah..."

Gu Jiacheng cried even louder, like a helpless child, clutching Gu Chen's clothes tightly.

Madam Gu pulled the man aside. "Master, Jia Cheng went too far in this matter. The Yang family did save face for both families by not publicizing it..."

She paused slightly at this point, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Gu Chen frowned. "Madam, please speak frankly."

"Alas..." Madam Gu sighed, feigning concern. "Jiacheng is indeed pitiful, but the fault ultimately lies with him. Fortunately, they only broke his leg and didn't take it to the Emperor."

"If we really alarm the Emperor, our Gu family will be in deep trouble."

Having shared a bed and pillow for many years, Madam Gu knew Gu Chen best, and sure enough, his expression was very unpleasant.

Madam Gu pressed her advantage, saying, "Master, Jiacheng can't go to the military camp in this condition. If he stays at home, the Yang family will inevitably retaliate again."

"Why not send him to the estate to recuperate? He can come back in a couple of years when the Yang family's anger has subsided."

Gu Chen remained silent for a moment, glanced at his pitiful son on the bed, sighed helplessly, and said, "As Madam says."

After saying that, he turned and strode away.

Madam Gu watched Gu Chen's departing figure, a slight smile playing on her lips, before she followed him away.

But the two did not go their separate ways.

Madam Gu went straight back to the inner courtyard. As soon as she entered her room, her trusted nanny immediately stepped forward and closed the door.

"Send him away first thing tomorrow morning. There's no need to arrange anyone to take care of him. Let him die there in six months."

An uncontrollable illegitimate son is useless to keep around...