lcionline Chapter 172 Under Crisis
Chapter 172 Under Crisis
That blow would break either a hand or a leg!
The two huddled together, trembling, unable to resist.
But before those two scoundrels could get to them, someone whispered in the Prime Minister's ear that the eldest son was on the street.
Unexpectedly, the people in the manor were searching for him in a great deal of a show, and he was now walking from the street back to the manor!
That's quite interesting!
The two attendants seemed to know nothing.
However, in order to eliminate any potential risks, the two men were arrested and locked in the woodshed.
Sima Lingchuan walked in through the main gate again, and this time no one stopped him.
Instead, they looked at him strangely, even though everyone in the mansion was clearly looking for him.
It was as if something terrible had happened, but now he had returned on his own.
Sima Zongcheng stood in the courtyard, and Wu Chengye stood beside him.
Several pairs of eyes were fixed on Sima Lingchuan, who simply responded coldly to them.
"Mother."
"Your Majesty!"
But this time he didn't listen to his mother and just stood there.
He threw the letter in his hand to the ground, and it was scattered everywhere, but it was all torn to shreds.
"Kneel down, you unfilial son!"
"What an imposing presence this mother has! Does she have to be so strict with her son?"
Sima Lingchuan played the role of a yin-yang monster for the first time.
What's on the ground?
"Those things that could cost the entire Prime Minister's mansion its life."
Sima Lingchuan turned to stare at Wu Chengye: "Second Prince, it's late, aren't you going back?"
This is the first time I've felt that Sima Lingchuan is so unfamiliar.
Her gaze darted away slightly, as if she dared not look at him. Was it because she had found a substitute?
"Please, Mother, let those two people who let me go. They know nothing."
"I've torn up all these letters. I've read them. Just lock me up in the Prime Minister's residence and don't let me go anywhere!"
"What did you say you've seen them all?"
"Every word is etched in my heart. This Prime Minister's residence is, after all, my home, and I don't want it to be gone."
"I don't want to be caught in the middle, so just let me stay at the Prime Minister's residence."
Sima Zongcheng clenched his fists; after all, he was her son.
She snorted and said, "Investigate this case! Who did this person contact after going out? Are all the letters complete? If even a single word was leaked, they're all dead!"
“Drag those two from the woodshed out and beat them to death in front of the eldest young master, so he knows that he can’t turn the Prime Minister’s mansion upside down.”
Upon hearing that the two men were to be killed, Sima Lingchuan seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
She didn't react much; in her eyes, the death of two people was nothing at all, given the magnitude of the event.
His mother, she schemed her whole life, and he really didn't know what she did for it!
"Put the eldest son back in his room. You have to keep a close eye on him until the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet is over. If he runs away, you all know the consequences."
Seeing the young master's cold and stern aura, the servants dared not go forward to tie him up.
He sneered and walked toward his room, probably thinking that once the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet was over, the Prime Minister's residence would cease to exist.
Ultimately, he couldn't stand in the middle and make the choice, so he handed the decision over to Wu Ziyan.
On the other side, Fang Yuerong, clutching this time bomb, was wide awake.
But the only person he can use right now is Yue'er. Yue'er is someone who only knows how to sleep and eat, does business for money, and listens to gossip. She is of no use to anyone else.
Moreover, the people in the Prime Minister's residence should be able to find out about Yue Rong Pavilion very soon.
I don't know how to deal with it then.
Fortunately, the spies sent out by Mo Baiyun also discovered this clue in time and quickly went back to report.
Before the people from the Prime Minister's residence arrived, Mo Baiyun had already reached Yue Rong Pavilion.
He appeared out of nowhere and came in through the window, startling Fang Yuerong, who was on tenterhooks.
Mo Baiyun's face was also full of fatigue. The higher the position, the more things need to be supervised, and he has been unable to be in two places at once these past two days.
He wouldn't have come here at all if he hadn't heard something so important.
He closed his eyes, not wanting to waste words, and abandoned his usual polite demeanor: "Things."
"Little Yun'er, you've arrived just in time. This Yue Rong Pavilion is probably going to be restless tonight. The things are here; please hand them all over to the owner."
"I left behind guards; protecting your lives is no problem."
"But you must insist that nothing ever happened, and that you have never seen Sima Zhufu, understand?"
"Who would dare say such a thing? They'd risk their lives!" Yue'er muttered from the side.
Mo Baiyun simply held the locked box and disappeared into the night.
Sure enough, a short while later, someone started banging on their door downstairs.
Those vicious men, holding torches as if they had committed some heinous crime, provoked many soldiers carrying knives.
The servant downstairs reluctantly opened the door and stared at the female soldiers.
Without saying a word, they pushed the young man aside and stormed into the attic.
They started rummaging through the bottles and jars, knocking them all over the floor without explanation.
"Everyone, what kind of trouble have we gotten ourselves into? You should at least give us an explanation."
It was a fierce look that frightened them into silence.
Fang Yuerong knew this was going to happen, so she went downstairs to keep an eye on them.
It was the same old businessman's smooth talk: he pretended to be terrified and hid to the side while they searched him.
"If it's not on the first floor, let's check the second floor."
"We didn't go up to the second floor, but we did check their accommodations!"
"Who owns this shop? I have some questions."
Fang Yuerong straightened her clothes and walked up to him.
He gave a smooth smile and said, "My lord, it is I."
"Have you ever met Sima Lingchuan, the eldest son of the Prime Minister's mansion!"
"Yes, sir."
Do you know the consequences of lying?
As he spoke, he swung his hand and smashed a table next to him.
Yue'er frowned with heartache. [Where's Lao Qian? It's not your house, why are you smashing an egg?!]
He might have wanted to intimidate them with this action.
Despite being frightened by the scene, Fang Yuerong remained calm, bowing his head and appearing extremely humble!
"My lord, they don't even have lodging!"
"We received information that Sima Lingchuan had been here, and coincidentally, the owner of this shop had some connection with him, so how could they not have searched more thoroughly!"
"I advise you to tell the truth, Sima Lingchuan has told you everything!"
"Good heavens, who doesn't have some connections with every businessman?"
"Does that mean we're guilty if the husband from the west family comes to buy incense, or the husband from the east family comes to buy incense?"
Yue'er was quick to speak and complained, unable to stand them.
The leader merely glanced at Yue'er, and that cold gaze sent a chill down her spine, making her afraid to speak again.
He believed that if he said another word, the sword in her sheath would be pressed against his throat.