The destiny of all heavens begins in the Red Chamber

This time, everyone in the court could see that the retired emperor's health was truly failing.

Of course, it may still be quite some time before he passes away, but it is a fact that his energy is not what it used to be.

Otherwise, given the Emperor Emeritus's pride and desire to save face, how could he possibly allow the current emperor to act so recklessly?

To put it bluntly, their behavior today is utterly shameful. In the past, who would have dared to be so shameless?

In the current court, any official with a clear mind knows what a harem visit to one's family is all about.

This is exactly the kind of money-making method we use today; we wouldn't have dared to even think about it in the past!

This time, however, the retired emperor actually cooperated with the current emperor in staging a performance, which had previously fooled the court officials so much that they really thought the emperor's grace was boundless.

Now that they've realized it, all they can do is smile bitterly. No minister has submitted a memorial to the emperor on this matter, arguing with him directly.

Even the Second Master Zheng, who has always been insensitive to political affairs, has probably figured out something. Add to that the snippets he'd overheard from his colleagues, how could he not understand?

However, as a beneficiary of the existing system, Master Zheng naturally had to pretend he didn't know.

Today, however, he remains calm and continues to steadily expand his power.

However, his subordinates were somewhat restless, each wanting to advance further in the court.

In particular, those who had long since joined the current Emperor Taizong were full of vigor, their eyes fixed intently on the actions of the eight founding dukes and twelve marquises, just waiting to find a pretext to bring them down.

Influenced by their fathers, the descendants of the Taizong Congxun family also began to clash with the descendants of the founding nobles.

Originally, they just disliked each other, at most exchanging sarcastic remarks, but rarely actually taking action.

But the situation has changed. While the mockery and ridicule continue, there have been more instances of physical violence.

Recently, whenever Jia Huan had dinner or gatherings with Feng Ziying and others, these guys always had injuries on their faces, clearly the result of fights.

He pretended not to see it, and continued eating, drinking, and chatting as usual.

Feng Ziying always seemed to want to say something but never actually said anything.

The meaning is quite clear: he hopes Jia Huan will take the initiative to ask, then he will explain the matter, and then asking Jia Huan to take action will be a natural next step.

How could Jia Huan be fooled?

In his view, as long as no one is injured or disabled, it's no big deal for the sons of noble families to fight and joke around.

On the contrary, it might even hone their martial arts skills and their courage!

Because they often had injuries on their faces and bodies, Jia Baoyu was not very willing to associate with them.

This guy is a total looks-obsessed person. Once the looks of people like Feng Ziying don't meet his aesthetic standards, he'll naturally start to distance himself from them. That's how practical he is.

As for getting involved in a fight, that's out of the question; Jia Baoyu simply doesn't have the guts!

Of course, it is estimated that Feng Ziying and the others also looked down on Jia Baoyu's fighting ability. They were afraid that if he really participated in the fight, they would have to take care of him, which would be even more disadvantageous.

This gathering was initiated by Feng Ziying. Seeing that Jia Huan remained unmoved, he couldn't help but say with a wry smile, "Brother Huan, you really know how to keep your composure!"

"What is this nonsense?"

Jia Huan chuckled, "Every time I see your beautiful faces getting beaten black and blue, I can't help but laugh, and my appetite even improves!"

Feng Ziying rolled his eyes several times. "Damn, your hobby is quite unique."

"Let's not beat around the bush with an honest person!"

Feng Ziying's expression turned serious, which, combined with his current air of dignity, made him look somewhat comical.

Of course, what this guy said wasn't so funny: "Brother Huan, we're friends now. We've been really messed up lately, so we'd like to ask you for your help!"

Wei Ruolan chimed in, "Yes, those guys are really despicable. If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll think we, the sons of founding nobles, are no good!"

This guy was the most handsome, but he also got beaten the hardest. I wonder if it was because of envy or jealousy?

In short, while Feng Ziying was merely bruised and swollen, this fellow often sported a pig's head and was practically disfigured.

"Where's Liu Xianglian? Aren't you good friends with him?"

Jia Huan chuckled softly and asked curiously, "This guy's martial arts skills are quite good!"

"Don't mention that guy!"

Feng Ziying said with a displeased look, "He probably sensed something was wrong beforehand, so he ran away a long time ago. I don't know where he went to hang out, and we can't find him anywhere!"

That's why it's said that Liu Xianglian, despite his excellent martial arts skills, never made a name for himself.

At such a time, one should naturally make a good impression. Who knows, the Duke of Liguo's mansion might be pleased and give one a reward. Such an opportunity is quite rare.

"If I were to step in, wouldn't that be bullying them?"

Jia Huan didn't mince words, calmly saying, "If you beat someone too badly, I won't be able to explain myself!"

That's absolutely right!

Feng Ziying and his friend looked at each other in bewilderment. How could they have forgotten about this?

Jia Huan is a big shot in the martial arts world who has established his own gang at a young age. His abilities, methods, and even martial arts skills are not bad. How could an ordinary playboy withstand his torment?

Unbeknownst to them, Jia Huan's martial arts skills had improved remarkably again at this time.

In the martial arts world, he would definitely be considered a top-tier existence!

For no other reason than that, as the breathing and exhalation progress bar reached 15%, the training effect on the body became more and more obvious and powerful, and the physical fitness reached a rather amazing level.

He had many martial arts masters under his command, and his medical skills were also quite superb. With a large number of control groups, he naturally understood that his own physical condition was quite amazing.

He can effortlessly wield an 80-pound stone lock with one hand, and run for miles without feeling tired. How many martial arts masters can match his physical prowess?

He also mastered many hard martial arts skills, the kind that could unleash amazing power simply by relying on his physical abilities, and he reached the master level in almost every one of them.

If he were to confront the descendants of the Taizong Congxun family right now, he could easily beat them so badly that they wouldn't dare to leave their homes for months.

This could easily escalate into more intense conflict and confrontation!

He didn't care, but he wasn't sure if Feng Ziying and the others could handle it.

"No matter what, Brother Huan, you have to help me vent my anger first!"

After all, he is still a teenager. Although he is quite precocious due to his family background, he has not yet reached the point where he makes choices entirely based on self-interest.

Thinking about all the frustrations and setbacks I've suffered recently, I don't care about anything else anymore; I just need to vent my anger first.

"Since that's the case, then I'll help you this time!"

Jia Huan didn't refuse, and chuckled, "If things get out of hand, don't back down, or I'll look down on you!"

After hearing this, Feng Ziying almost wanted to retract his previous suggestion.

But it's a shame to keep one's words hidden. If one wants to take back what has been said, how can one face others in the future?

Similarly, Jia Huan took Cong Ge'er with him to participate in a brawl among the sons of nobles.

With just his Taizu Long Fist technique, he thoroughly defeated the group of spoiled brats, including their guards, giving Feng Ziying and his gang a rare and great victory.

It should be noted that several of the guards surrounding those spoiled brats on the other side were recent graduates of the military and possessed formidable martial arts skills.

Jia Huan became famous overnight!

Although she was quite famous before, few people had ever witnessed her martial arts skills.

At most, people would think that he rose to prominence by relying on the Rong family's reputation and was just good at business.

But after this incident, all the纨绔子弟 (sons of wealthy families) in the capital witnessed firsthand just how formidable his martial arts skills were.

Not only did Jia Huan's fame increase, but Jia Cong, who also made a name for himself, also became very famous.

This guy learned authentic military martial arts; his wide-ranging, powerful attacks are incredibly lethal.

Although he had been much more restrained when participating in group fights, he still managed to injure quite a few spoiled brats and guards!

If he were just a mere martial arts practitioner, he wouldn't be able to establish himself in the capital after this wave of change.

But he was an illegitimate son of the Rong family's eldest branch, so the situation was completely different.

In all things considered, although he couldn't compare to the legitimate sons of the纨绔 (playboys), he was still a young master from a duke's mansion, so they were still on the same level and naturally wouldn't use other means to target him.

Besides, Jia Huan is Consort Yuan's younger brother!

With Consort Yuan currently pregnant, which纨绔子弟 (playboy/spoiled brat) would dare to ignore this?

And so it was; Jia Huan had already solidified his identity as Consort Yuan's brother, the kind of identity recognized by many纨绔子弟 (sons of wealthy and powerful families). Otherwise, the injuries they suffered and the face they lost would be impossible to explain.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, news of Jia Huan and Jia Cong's involvement in a brawl among the纨绔子弟 (sons of wealthy and powerful families) in the capital reached Lady Wang's ears.

She wasn't interested in what Jia Huan did outside. Whether he fought or even killed someone, it had little to do with her. At most, people would say she was a "bad parent."

But what she shouldn't have done was to let Jia Huan roam around outside claiming to be the younger brother of Consort Yuan. What was even more unacceptable to Lady Wang was that this identity had gained the approval of a dissolute young man.

Is this still available?

"Madam, you can't hesitate any longer. Before Consort Yuan gives birth to the prince, let Huan-ge leave the mansion!"

The head of the group, Zhou Rui's wife, immediately suggested, "If this goes on for too long, that kid will become increasingly arrogant. That won't do!"

Having made up her mind, Madam Wang immediately went to Rongqing Hall to discuss the matter with the old lady.

"What? That's what everyone's saying?"

The old lady frowned and said unhappily, "Does everyone admit that Huan-ge'er is Consort Yuan's younger brother?"

"It's absolutely true, I wouldn't dare lie to the old lady!"