"Bang!"
The butler collapsed to the ground, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood; then, with a twist of his neck, he fell unconscious.
Xiao Yeyang, expressionless, stepped into the Prince Residence. As he passed by the butler, he said indifferently, "If he’s not dead, send him to the mines to work. If he’s dead, throw him into Mass Grave Ridge!"
"Yes!"
Defu waved his hand, and instantly two Jinling Guards stepped forward to check the butler’s pulse.
"He’s still breathing."
Defu said dispassionately, "Then send him to the mines." Having said that, he hurried off to follow Xiao Yeyang.
Right then, under the horrified gaze of all the servants at the Prince Residence, the butler was dragged away like a dead dog.
The head doorkeeper watched the inner yard of the Prince Residence, swallowing hard: The Prince Residence was about to undergo a change of power!!!
...
At the main court of the Prince Residence.
Prince Yechen and the Ma Family mother and son had received news of Xiao Yeyang’s return straight away, and they sat in the living room with varying expressions, waiting for Xiao Yeyang to come to them.
A forced smile on her face, Mrs. Ma looked at Prince Yechen, who seemed indifferent but was repeatedly rubbing his hands together. Dark clouds gathered in her heart.
She knew that Xiao Yeyang could never give up the Prince Residence’s title; all that talk about adoption was nothing but a show.
Xiao Yechen’s expression was calm, but his downcast eyes flickered with intense sharpness.
Though Mrs. Ma was resentful, she still straightened her clothes. After all, she was now the Princess Consort, Xiao Yeyang’s nominal mother— when he saw her, he would have to bow and pay respects.
The three of them waited a while for Xiao Yeyang, but instead, the second butler arrived.
Mrs. Ma looked at the second butler with a frown, "Why are you here? Where’s the head butler?"
The second butler, head hanging low, stammered, "The head butler offended the Little Prince and has already been taken to the mines to work."
Mrs. Ma showed concern, "Maybe we should just leave it be?"
Xiao Yechen scoffed, "Could it be that Xiao Yeyang dares to beat me in father’s presence?" Saying this, he swiftly went to the front yard.
...
When Prince Yechen arrived at the study, he saw the son standing with his back to him, hands behind his back, in front of the portrait that depicted him and Mrs. Ma’s family. Looking at his son’s slightly lonely figure, for no particular reason, Prince Yechen felt somewhat guilty.
"Cough cough~"
Prince Yechen gave a deliberate cough, and upon seeing Xiao Yeyang turn around, pointed at the painting and offered an explanation, "That one was gifted by the lower staff during my last birthday, insisting that I accept it."
A cold sneer played on Xiao Yeyang’s lips, "The affection between father and Mrs. Ma’s family is truly moving."
Listening to Xiao Yeyang’s veiled sarcasm, Prince Yechen’s suppressed anger surged again, "If you’re back, you’re back; why deal with the head butler? Bring him back to me right now."
Xiao Yeyang walked to a chair and sat down, replying carelessly, "I’m afraid that might not be possible... the man might already be dead."
Prince Yechen was startled and about to blow up when Xiao Yeyang spoke again indifferently, "What’s the matter, father? Are you going to scold me again for the sake of a servant?" With that, he sneered, "It’s to be expected, after all, in your eyes, I’ve probably never matched up even to the servants in the house."
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