Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 411 Prince VS Little Brother 11

When he said this, his eyes became red, and his mind was filled with the sufferings Xiao Yubai had suffered in the past. He wished he could tear those bullies into pieces immediately.

"Okay, go back to the palace as soon as possible. I have to deal with all the mess in the mansion."

Fu Runze, however, became interested and moved forward, persistently asking, "Little Uncle, what's going on? It's so mysterious, can't I stay and take a look?"

Fu Nanzhan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down before speaking: "When I was unconscious, they treated your aunt harshly, only giving her one porridge a day, and forcing her to serve me at night. Beating, scolding, and making things difficult for her were commonplace..."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Fu Runze was also very tactful. He thought that there were secret guards watching him, and after the young uncle finished dealing with it, he would go back and ask the secret guards to repeat it.

"Then I'll go back to the palace first. I'll lock up the National Master Piaomiao in the Zhaixing Pavilion for now, and I'll clean it up when you're free." Fu Runze bowed and said goodbye, then strode out of the study and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Fu Nanzhan stood alone in the study, with extremely low air pressure around him. He secretly vowed to make those who bullied Xiao Yubai pay a heavy price.

In Dayong, the news that the regent had woken up spread like a hurricane, quickly sweeping across the entire capital.

It was a lazy afternoon, and the sunlight made the outlines of the streets and alleys clearer and clearer. The teahouses and wineries on the streets and alleys suddenly became bustling with activity. Everyone was whispering to each other, talking about the same thing - the Regent had woken up.

Closely tied to this news and pushed to the forefront was the Yong'an Marquis Mansion.

"Tsk tsk, the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion is really lucky this time!" A wealthy businessman in a silk robe said excitedly, waving a folding fan in his hand.

"If she marries a boy like that, she will probably rise to prominence along with the Prince Regent in the future!" The people around nodded in agreement. For a moment, envy, jealousy, speculation and many other emotions surged in everyone's eyes.

"You can't say that. It's already difficult for my brother to have children. Who knows, the Prince Regent might take a concubine soon."

"It is also possible that the third son of the Yong'an Marquis's Mansion will be demoted to a concubine, and then he will marry a princess." Many such remarks appeared frequently.

The news spread faster than the wind. Within the afternoon, the gatehouse of the Yong'an Marquis Mansion was filled with visiting cards.

The concierge, Old Zhang, looked at the pile of notices, grinning from ear to ear. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to the servant, shouting, "Hurry and inform the Marquis! These are all about connections and interests. Our Marquis' Mansion has been silent for so long, and now we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel!"

The Marquis sat in the main hall, stroking the warm jade pendant in his hand, with a meaningful smile on his lips. Although the Marquis' Mansion had only a name but no real power over the years, now the overwhelming wealth seemed to be right before his eyes.

At that time, Fu Nanzhan, who had just woken up, had no idea that the Marquis' Mansion was in such turmoil because of him.

Even if the Lord knew, he would not care. After all, he was planning to teach them a lesson himself in a few days.

He leaned lazily on the armchair, tapping the armrests with his fingers, his face stern and an innate sense of oppression emanating from his body.

At the moment, his mind was full of thoughts about rectifying the palace's internal affairs, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Forget it, I'd better go back and see my wife first, and we'll talk about other things later.

Fu Nanzhan returned to the bedroom, expecting to see his delicate and soft wife, but there was only a maid.

"Where's Wang Jun? He hasn't come back yet?"

Xiao Cui was tidying the bed in the room with swift hands and feet. When she heard Fu Nanzhan's question, her movements froze. She thought to herself that something was wrong and quickly knelt on the ground with a plop. Her body trembled slightly as she replied respectfully, "Your Highness, the prince hasn't returned yet."

"Get up, Mo Shu, where is Wang Jun?"

"Your Highness, Prince Wang should have returned to his previous courtyard." Mo Shu thought that I was not a spy machine, so he asked us everything.

Fu Nanzhan frowned, and a sense of displeasure inexplicably rose in his heart. Without saying a word, he turned around and strode towards Xiao Yubai's yard.

This time, his own courtyard is going to separate from himself? This word flashed through his mind, instantly arousing his full resistance. That was absolutely unacceptable.

Fu Nanzhan walked quickly all the way, and when he arrived in front of Yunjing Pavilion, his brows were furrowed even more tightly.

I saw that the paint on the courtyard wall was peeling off and several bricks and stones were damaged, giving it a sense of desolation and desolation.

Fu Nanzhan wondered if there was such a dilapidated place in the palace?

He stepped into the courtyard and walked all the way in. What he saw was a deserted place. In such a large courtyard, there were only two servants working in the corner with their heads lowered. Apart from them, there was no one else to serve them.

Fu Nanzhan clenched his fists, veins bulged on the back of his hands, his anger level soared to the peak, and the air pressure around him dropped sharply.

Mo Qi and Mo Shu followed silently behind him. They exchanged glances, each seeing sympathy and helplessness in the other's eyes. Mo Shu muttered in a low voice, "Mo Qi, don't you think they are stupid? The prince clearly has special feelings for Wang Jun, and yet these people treat Wang Jun like this. They'll be skinned alive if they don't die."

Mo Qi glanced at him impatiently and scolded in a low voice: "You are the only one who talks too much." Then he ignored him.