Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

He forced the arrogant Crown Prince Chungshun to bow his head and admit his mistake in the street, then turned around and fought hundreds of armored guards alone, beating them until they cried for their parents. Finally, he gracefully withdrew unscathed—this was no ordinary Third Master Jia! He was clearly a god of death straight out of a storybook!

Jia Baoyu stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at the sisters who used to only revolve around him. Now their eyes shone like stars, and they were all glued to Jia Yi.

His fingernails dug into his palms, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

That old senile emperor... why didn't he just beat that idiot to death with a stick?!

"Third Brother Yi!" Xichun suddenly pointed at the still-bubbling can of cola on the table, her eyes wide. "What kind of treasure is this bubbling liquid?"

"This is cola."

"Wait here, one bottle each, I'll get them for you."

Jia Yi stood up, turned around, and went back into the house, taking out five bottles of chilled cola from his system space. The bottles were spotless, without a single word on them—he wasn't stupid; why would he leave any flaws?

"I don't want to!"

Jia Baoyu tilted his head back, stubbornly refusing to admit it.

Jia Yi glanced at him sideways and sneered inwardly: Are you crazy? Do you think I'd give you any?

Too lazy to pay him any attention, Jia Yi simply unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to the girls next to him.

"Wow--!"

Xichun took a sip, and her eyes lit up instantly.

"This...this tastes so good! It's a hundred times better than the sugar water we get after giving our medicine!"

"Really!"

"My God, is there really something this delicious?"

"Sweeter than honey water, and it even has that bubbly, bursting sensation in your mouth!"

A cacophony of praise rained down upon them.

Jia Baoyu stood to the side, his throat suddenly bobbing as he swallowed hard.

His wet nurse, with her sharp eyes, immediately stepped forward, smiling obsequiously, "My lord... Young Master Bao is also thirsty, could you grant him a bottle?"

If it were anyone else, she would have already snatched it. But facing Jia Yi? She'd be scared out of her wits.

"roll."

Jia Yi uttered only one word, which was as cold as a knife.

The women lowered their heads and drank their cola, none of them uttering a sound.

They knew very well who was behind Jia Yi's exile to that godforsaken place in Liaodong.

He's still willing to sit here eating and drinking? That's already giving him a lot of face.

"Jia Yi, you—"

Jia Baoyu had just opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking...

Snapped!

A loud slap landed hard on his face.

It was Jia Yi's personal guards who did it, and their movements were swift and decisive.

"What are you? How dare you address my lord by his name? Are you tired of living?"

Jia Baoyu was completely stunned.

My cheeks were burning, and my mind was completely blank.

He was the apple of Rongguo Mansion's eye, and no one dared to touch a single finger of his from childhood to adulthood.

I never dreamed that I would be slapped in the face in public today!

Just then, the mandarin ducks, whose bundles had just landed, rushed over.

She grabbed Jia Yi's arm, her voice trembling, "My lord! My lord, please calm down! Young Master Bao is young and ignorant, please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him!"

She was scared!

A slap from a bodyguard might only cause a swollen face, but if Jia Yi were to do it himself... it could really kill someone!

Jia Yi was taken aback and looked down at the mandarin ducks clinging to him.

The girl was young, but her two soft breasts pressed honestly against his arm, creating a subtle sensation.

He coughed twice and said indifferently, "I'm too lazy to hit him."

Yuanyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when she looked down at their posture, her face turned red to the roots of her ears, and she hurriedly took two steps back.

"Whoa—!"

Jia Baoyu covered his face, cried, and turned to run away.

I wanted to drink but didn't get to, and instead got slapped in the face. It was an absolute disgrace!

The wet nurse originally wanted to say a few harsh words before leaving, but when she looked up, she saw several guards with eyes as fierce as wolves, rubbing their hands together and waiting for her to speak.

He immediately chickened out.

"Second Master Bao, wait for me!"

She grabbed the hem of her skirt and chased after him in a panic.

"Third Brother...I hope nothing bad has happened to you?" Yingchun asked softly, her brows furrowed with worry.

Jia Baoyu is Grandmother Jia's darling, and now his face is swollen like a pig's head. The old lady is probably going to tear the roof off.

Jia Yi, however, seemed unconcerned: "What could possibly happen? We're still eating together, aren't we?"

So what if we hit him?

How could they possibly argue with a "fool"?

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Yuanyang was startled.

No wonder the old lady sent her to keep an eye on things—with that kind of temper, if anyone were to provoke her, she could cause a huge uproar in no time!

Meanwhile, Jia Yi chatted and laughed with the girls, gulping down his iced cola with great enjoyment.

Meanwhile, the inner courtyard of the Rongguo Mansion was already filled with weeping.

Grandmother Jia and Lady Wang held Jia Baoyu, tears streaming down their faces.

Half of his face was swollen high, with a clear palm print visible, white with a reddish tinge, looking just like a steamed crab gill.

"That scoundrel Jia Yi!" Madam Wang wailed. "That's your own cousin! How could you do such a thing!"

Grandmother Jia stood trembling, watching the imperial physician carefully apply the medicine, tears streaming down her face.

The imperial physician cursed inwardly: If I had known it was the Marquis of Zhongyong who was behind this, I would never have taken this job!

As a result, I lost focus and couldn't control my strength—

"ah!!!"

Jia Baoyu screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ouch—it hurts so much!!!"

Jia Baoyu let out a bloodcurdling scream, as if he had been skinned alive and rolled on the ground, his face covered in tears and snot, looking just like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"My son—!!!"

Madam Wang rushed forward, embraced her son, and wailed loudly. Her cries were so heart-wrenching that it sounded as if her own parents had just been buried alive. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her fingernails dug into her palms.

The medicine had just been applied, and before Grandmother Jia could even ask a question—

The imperial physician, carrying his medicine chest, turned and ran, his steps so fast it was as if a demon was chasing him. He rushed out of the Rongguo Mansion without looking back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's wrong with this imperial physician?!"

Everyone looked at each other, completely bewildered.

This is the Rongguo Mansion, not a mass grave! What are you running for?!

"Speak!" Grandmother Jia slammed her hand on the armrest, her voice so cold it could freeze ice.

She sat upright in the hall, her gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the servants kneeling all over the floor.

These people had just received twenty lashes, their buttocks were bleeding profusely, and their trouser legs were soaked with blood. They were all lying on the ground, trembling.

Madam Wang stood to the side, gritting her teeth, her eyes blazing with venom.

None of these lackeys will leave the mansion alive; they will all be sold into illegal coal mines and have to work there for at least ten years!

"Grandma, you're right! This really isn't our fault!"

The wet nurse was the first to kowtow, her voice shrill, "It was the Marquis who did it! Young Master Bao only... wanted to taste that thing the Marquis was holding called 'Cola'... and then he got eight slaps!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It's all the Marquis's fault!"

"We didn't dare breathe too loudly!"

A group of servants quickly echoed this, vying to shift the blame completely.

"That Jia Yi is something else!!"

Upon hearing this, Madam Wang was furious, her chest heaving.

Her own son, a precious and delicate person, who couldn't even be touched by the wind, was slapped in the face in public!

I can't swallow this insult; I have to get an explanation today!

Grandmother Jia narrowed her eyes, her heart sinking.