spoiled brat

Chapter 58 57. Duan Ming (7)

"Don't look." Wang Liuer covered Zhaozhao's eyes with her hand, treating this little girl like a younger sister. "Don't look...don't look..."

Zhao Zhao heard a trembling sound. She wasn't trembling; it was Wang Liuer who was trembling, like a mouse reliving the scene of being torn apart by a cat.

A tear fell on Zhao Zhao's neck, burning hot like fire, carrying a deep-seated resentment.

The once bright and clear bluestone path in front of the brothel was now stained red, and the cracks in the ground were filled with blood and gore that no amount of water could wash away. The stench of blood wafted into the brothel on the wind, so strong that Steward Sun couldn't sleep.

She lay paralyzed in bed for a day and a night, her eyes dark and swollen, staring at the bed curtains and muttering, "An ominous sign... an ominous sign..."

The little maid by the bed told her that it was just that two groups of soldiers in the city had gotten into a fight again, and happened to trample dozens of people to death in front of the brothel.

Just then, the lame old woman who had gone out to inquire about the news returned.

She waved for the maid to leave, sat down by the bed, picked up a small bowl and fed Steward Sun a few sips of ginseng soup before daring to whisper, "Lord You has had an accident."

"...What did you find out?"

“The night before last, two of Lord You’s trusted men led troops out of the city.” The old woman lowered her voice. “The night watchman said that these men were not armored, they didn’t look like soldiers, they looked like bandits, and they were definitely not going to do anything legitimate.”

The officers and soldiers were always incompetent, so Steward Sun wasn't surprised: "Where did they go?"

"They went to several wealthy counties to the south. They are usually domineering and treat the common people like weak and vulnerable cattle and sheep. This time, they had barely dismounted and hadn't even had a chance to light a fire or draw their swords when they were beaten away by the people who were carrying sickles, hoes, and rakes. They were scattered like birds and beasts, running away in a panic."

"Serves them right!" the old woman sneered. "What a coincidence! This group of people ran into the Dingbei Army on their way out of the city for a night patrol. The leader was none other than Guard He, who was by the young master's side."

"Guard He suspected that this group of people were mountain bandits and pursued them relentlessly. But these people came out in the dark to do dirty things, how could they be caught off guard? They rushed into the city and fled from the south to the north, trampling to death and causing a lot of trouble along the way!"

The topic of the dead gave Steward Sun a headache: "What happened in the end?"

"Guard He caught the group in the north of the city and had just taken the two leaders into custody when Lord You arrived. They went together to the north camp to see Prince Ning... No one knows what happened in between, but we heard that Guard He was punished by military law and was seriously injured."

The old woman picked up a cup to drink water, but Steward Sun quickly grabbed her hand, forbidding her to drink: "Who cares about him! How is Lord You?"

“He’s obviously not going to get better.” The old woman gave a bitter smile. “I went to all the major pawnshops in the city and they said the You family has pawned a lot of nice things these past few days.”

She took a sip of water to moisten her throat and sighed, "This morning, Lord You brought more than a dozen boxes of top-quality goods to the Xu residence to request an audience. Lord Xu values ​​his reputation and couldn't bear to cause trouble, so he didn't even let him in and had his servants chase Lord You away."

"Oh no, oh no..." Steward Sun's vision blurred. "Lord You has lost his mind in his haste and doesn't care about saving face at all..."

"Our God of Wealth's official career is probably over," the old woman sighed softly.

Manager Sun's dark circles under her eyes looked like two blobs of wet, saturated ink, so thick they seemed about to drip. She downed the ginseng soup in one gulp and said in a trembling voice, "Return the silver he has stored in the shop, don't keep a single copper coin."

(End of this chapter)