Starting with a cub, the superpower boss becomes the richest man by lying flat

Chapter 180 The Duke of Dingguo's Mansion Does Not Support Fickle People
With a sharp "smack," Fu Jing was knocked to the side. He staggered for a moment, then steadied himself and stared at the handprint on his face, saying, "Even if Father beats me to death, it won't make a difference. Marquis Zhaoyang is still waiting at Shixiang Pavilion, and Fu Qing is also there. How this matter is resolved is entirely up to Father. I am still injured, so I will not get involved."

After saying that, Fu Jing turned around and prepared to leave.

"You bastard, who gave you permission to leave? Stop right there! You didn't even protect your sister when she caused trouble, and now you're shirking responsibility and making your old father take the blame. Is this how I raised you?" Fu Jing's father, Fu Pingrong, roared furiously behind him.

“Father, don’t you know Fu Qing’s temper? She said in public that I don’t need to care about her affairs anymore. Even if I go over there now, can you guarantee that she won’t make things worse just to go against me? That’s the Marquis of Zhaoyang, and it’s the Marquis’s heir who will be injured!” Fu Jing said expressionlessly.

"You bastard, you bastard!" Fu Pingrong was so angry he was practically fuming, but he had to admit that Fu Jing was right. His daughter had been spoiled since she was little, and she really might do something like this. Marquis Zhaoyang was not someone to be trifled with.

"Father, I take my leave." In the past, Fu Jing would feel sad when he saw his father in distress, and he would do his best to help him solve the problem. But now, looking at his father who was like a trapped beast, he suddenly felt very indifferent, and even a little ironic.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" The four consecutive "get out" words made Fu Jing's last bit of reluctance vanish. He nodded, turned around, and strode away. The wound on his chest was being pulled and was very painful. His chest and abdomen felt damp, which meant that the wound had probably reopened.

He raised his hand to cover his wound, and Mo Ziyuan's words echoed in his ears again: "Was it worth it?"

He couldn't quite remember his answer at the time, but if asked the same question now, he would answer without hesitation: "Not worth it, not worth it at all."

"Heh," he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

At the same time that Fu Jing was being slapped by his father, Mo Ziyuan was also being scolded by his father.

Half an hour ago, he returned to his courtyard in the Duke of Dingguo's mansion. As soon as he entered, he smelled a pungent fragrance. A slender figure in light green suddenly pounced on him from not far away. He instinctively kicked out, and a light green arc was accompanied by a scream.

The old woman who had been lying in ambush not far away was startled and rushed out from her hiding place to the figure, calling out repeatedly, "Miss, Miss, how are you?"

Mo Ziyuan's face turned completely black. He turned to look at the servant who was trembling like a leaf, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "What's going on?"

The servant knelt down on the ground with a thud. "Young Master, it's not my fault! It was all arranged by the Madam. I was only following the Duke's orders... Please forgive me, Young Master!"

Mo Ziyuan nodded. “Your indenture was never with me to begin with. Since you have another master in your heart, you don’t need to stoop to serve me. Go and serve whoever gives you orders! The Duke of Dingguo’s mansion never supports people who are disloyal or betray their masters!”

The servant was terrified and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me this time, Your Highness!"

"Begging me won't help. I used to turn a blind eye to your gossip, but not anymore. Those who aren't on my side won't stay. If you insist on not leaving, I can help you. As for whether you'll survive continuing to inform your master, that's all up to fate." With that, Mo Ziyuan drew his long sword, the tip pointing directly at the servant frozen on the ground. "Young Master, I..." All his words were cut short as the sword tip pressed against his throat. The servant trembled, a foul stench emanating from him, and a puddle of yellow liquid spread on the ground—he had actually wet himself in fear.

"Get out of here while I still have patience!" Mo Ziyuan sheathed his sword, looked down at the servant, met his pleading eyes, and shook the hand holding the sword.

The servant's last shred of hope vanished, and he scrambled to his feet, dejected, and walked out of the courtyard.

"Wait!" Mo Ziyuan's voice rang in his ears like heavenly music. His eyes lit up and he quickly turned around, only to see the prince pointing at the woman who had slowly woken up on the ground and the old woman who was pale with fright. "Take these two pieces of trash away with you!"

The servant's face visibly fell, and he lowered his head, saying, "Yes."

After saying that, she strode up to the two women and said, "Miss, Granny, please!"

"Cough cough," Qi Wanying, dressed in a light green dress, clutched her aching chest, her watery eyes looking at Mo Ziyuan, and said sadly, "Cousin, how cruel you are! Why did you trample on my sincere feelings like this? Don't you understand my feelings? How could you treat me so cruelly!"

"Haha," Mo Ziyuan laughed contemptuously, "A sincere heart? Sincerity? These beautiful words sound like a desecration coming from your mouth. Do you really think you deserve the beautiful meanings in these words? Besides, your cousin is not me. Are you blind or just lying? Hmm?"

Qi Wanying's already pale face flushed red. Of course she wanted to marry her cousin Mo Zichen, but her aunt refused to agree and pushed her towards this prince in name only. She was already burning with anger, and now he described her in such a despicable way. She felt utterly humiliated and a lump in her throat was stuck in her chest, unable to come up or go down.

The old nanny beside her was also dumbfounded. She had married into the family with Madam Qi, and she had practically watched Mo Ziyuan grow up. Although the boy had always been polite to her young mistress, she had never seen him so sharp-tongued before. What... what on earth had happened? No, she had to go and tell the young mistress right away!
Thinking of this, the old nanny grabbed Qi Wanying's arm and pulled her up from the ground. Regardless of whether she was still in pain, she quickly left while still holding her arm.

The servant cast a pleading look at Mo Ziyuan, but when he met the prince's indifferent eyes, he knew that no matter what he did, it would be useless; he had been completely excluded by the prince.

Dragging his heavy legs, the servant went to the front yard and found Mo Qilan.

"What did you say? The young master doesn't need you anymore?" Mo Qilan asked.

"Yes, the young master said that since I have another master, I should just follow him wholeheartedly. The Duke of Dingguo's mansion does not support people who are disloyal." The servant repeated Mo Ziyuan's words.

"What is this unfilial son trying to do now!" The veins on Mo Qilan's forehead were bulging. Mo Ziyuan had always known that this person was someone he had sent to his side, and things had always been peaceful before. What's going on today?