After returning from the banquet to Duke Huai's mansion, it was almost dusk.
Behind Ling Feng and Ye Feibai, he always felt that something was wrong with Ye Feibai after the banquet.
His whole body exudes a colder breath than before.
His face was gloomy, with a hint of coldness, making people afraid to approach him.
Ling Feng thought about it hard, and found that this emotion seemed to have appeared after Second Miss Su and Young Master Jinyang jointly found the murderer, could it be...
Just stepped into Prince Ning's Mansion, Ye Feibai heard a noise coming from inside.
He stood still in the yard, looked towards the noisy direction, and frowned slightly.
A few guards were escorting a servant in the mansion. This person looked terrified, but he could faintly see a trace of indifference.
The steward of the mansion was standing in front of several people, his face was full of anger: "How courageous! You actually sold the things in the mansion?"
The servant quickly waved his hand: "No, it's not, the small one just looks strange, so take it over and have a look. Don't wrong the small one in charge!"
The steward was so angry that his beard trembled. This man was the nephew of the queen's nanny, and he had always been domineering.
In the past, he used the name of Prince Huai's mansion to act mischievously outside, and every time he was punished, he said that he would never do it again in the future, so he was spared.
Unexpectedly, he has intensified now, wanting to take out the things in the mansion to sell, presumably because he lost a bet outside, that's why he came up with this idea.
"You can tamper with the things in the mansion?! Things that don't know what's good or bad!"
The man was not convinced, and raised his head to refute, but he immediately shrank his neck when he saw Ye Feibai standing at the door.
But he changed his mind, although Duke Huai had a cold personality, he never cared about the affairs of the manor.
Only then did he feel relieved, and begged the steward for mercy with a bitter face: "The little one is really just curious, and I will never do it again, steward, please forgive the little one this time..."
While speaking, he secretly glanced at Ye Feibai.
He thought that Ye Feibai would leave directly, but he didn't expect him to walk this way with a sullen face, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
The steward heard the footsteps, turned his head and saw Ye Feibai, and saw anger on his cold face: "My lord, are you back?"
Ye Feibai didn't reply, and sat casually aside.
He glanced at the kneeling servant lightly, and said with a little carelessness in his voice, "What's going on?"
A trace of surprise flashed in the steward's eyes, Ye Feibai never cared about the affairs of the mansion in the past, and left it to him and Nanny Zhou to deal with it, why did he ask such a thing today.
A trace of impatience flashed across Ye Feibai's eyes.
The steward hurriedly pointed at the man and said: "This kid actually wanted to sell the antiques in the mansion, but I just caught him, and he is still denying it."
The man hastily explained: "My lord, the little one didn't intend to sell it, but the little one was just curious and wanted to see it."
The steward couldn't help shouting: "Then what are these?! Do you want to take it outside the house to see?"
Following the steward's hand, Ye Feibai saw some rare objects scattered on the ground, including some small antiques.
The man froze, lowered his head and didn't know how to quibble.
"I know you." Ye Feibai's cold voice sounded, and the man raised his drooping head abruptly.
There was a gleam of joy on his face, and he forced a smile and said: "My lord remembers that a villain is the honor of a villain. Last time my aunt said..."
Ye Feibai's face was gloomy: "Hit one hundred boards."
The servant still couldn't react at the moment, his face was full of astonishment, and he even forgot to beg for mercy.
The steward was stunned for a moment, and if he beat this hundred boards, his life might be lost. He looked up and saw Ye Feibai, who was leaning on the chair, with a faint coolness in his laziness, his face was undecided and unfathomable.
He still bit the bullet and whispered: "My lord, he belongs to the queen's nanny..."
Ye Feibai didn't care at all, he glanced coldly at the guards behind the servant, and said a word from his thin red lips: "Hit!"
"Yes!" The two guards hurriedly turned around to get the bench and board.
The servant had been secretly delighted before, but now his whole body seemed to be drenched in ice water, and he was shivering from the cold.
He kept kowtowing to Ye Feibai: "Forgive me, my lord, my lord, my lord, I won't dare anymore... My lord, my lord, I won't dare anymore!"
Ye Feibai picked up the tea and took a sip, indifferent.
Because of Ye Feibai's presence, the two guards who carried out the stick duty did not dare to show mercy at all, and beat down firmly every time.
Now, every time this person suffers, he howls and begs for mercy: "My lord, my lord, the little one really doesn't dare, please forgive the little one this time..."
Ye Feibai drank tea leisurely, turning a blind eye to the scene in front of him.
The other servants in the mansion have never seen Ye Feibai personally handle the affairs of the mansion, and the object of punishment this time is actually the son of the empress nanny.
This servant suffered forty boards, his back was already bloody, his skin was torn apart, and he was screaming miserably.
When the other servants saw it, surprise and fear appeared on their faces, and they shrank their heads, not daring to make a sound.
Ye Feibai looked up, looking at the bright red blood, Su Ying's delicate and stubborn face, and those clear eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.
Ye Feibai frowned slightly, and lightly tapped the table with his index finger.
The picture in his mind changed, replaced by a peony mask with a metallic luster.
Then the two images slowly merged into one person.
Ye Feibai thought of Wei Yingluo, shook his head lightly, and shook off the absurd idea in his mind.
He stroked his forehead with his hand: "Take him down and don't keep him."
After Ye Feibai finished speaking, he got up and left.
The steward wiped the sweat from his brow, seeing that the servant who was punished was dying: "Hurry up and take him down!"
Ye Feibai had never felt this kind of upset, even though he punished a servant to vent his anger, the feeling of boredom in his heart did not dissipate, presumably because of the hot summer.
A black curtain covers the night sky, dotted with twinkling stars.
Ye Feibai wandered around the mansion, Ling Feng followed behind him without saying a word.
Ye Feibai just walked unconsciously like this, and when he came back to his senses, Ming Yuxuan was in front of him, fresh and elegant, with lush vegetation and whirling shadows of trees, carrying a unique charm.
Ye Feibai paused, this is the courtyard where Su Ying lived before.
Ye Feibai stared at the courtyard in a daze for a moment, seeing his pensive look, Ling Feng couldn't help asking: "My lord, do you want to go in and have a look?"
Ye Feibai paused for a moment, just as he came in, Wei Yingluo's soft voice came from behind him: "My lord, are you back home?"
Ye Feibai hummed inaudibly.
Wei Yingluo squeezed forward enthusiastically, poor Ling Feng could only stand a little further away.