After the fake young master left home, he discovered that it wasn't raining at all outside.

He didn't understand until he entered the hall.

What came into view was a magnificent hall, with two people kneeling at the front. Zhu Yan recognized one of them at a glance—it was Zhu Huan, who had shouted half an hour earlier that he would cut off Zhu Yan's hands and feet.

His arrogance had completely vanished by now. The air conditioning, which was normally chilly, was now soaking Zhu Huan's back with cold sweat.

The other person, with a few strands of white hair hidden among his black hair, should be Zhu Huan's father, Zhu Hai, the second elder of the Zhu family, if I'm not mistaken.

His face bore the marks of time, yet he remained full of energy. However, at this moment, his face was filled with fear and unease.

As for the two kneeling behind them, they were all the black-clad bodyguards that Zhu Yan had seen inside the West Tower.

To be honest, he felt that these bodyguards were quite wronged. They were just following orders, and if they hadn't listened to Zhu Huan, they probably would have suffered a terrible fate.

Sigh, in the end, it's just bad luck.

On the sofa in the living room, Zhu Mo and Bai Zheng sat with barely concealed murderous intent emanating from their eyes, which were almost overflowing with malice.

But as soon as Zhu Yan entered, all the resentment on his face vanished, replaced by concern and worry.

"Ayan, are you alright? Does your wound hurt?" Xu Zhiyuan walked to the sofa in the living room and put Zhu Yan down. Zhu Mo and Bai Zheng quickly helped Zhu Yan to sit in the main seat of the living room sofa, while Zhu Hai and Zhu Huan knelt in the direction directly in front.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Zhu Yan, who originally wanted to play the pitiful card, softened when she saw the sincerity in Zhu Mo and Bai Zheng's eyes and wanted to show some of her true feelings as well.

Zhu Mo's eyes flashed. "Lin Shen told us everything, Ayan. Please don't hide the fact that your wound hurts from us. It breaks our hearts to see you always bear everything alone."

This Lin Shen, why does he talk about everything?

"It hurt a little just now, but it's much better now," Zhu Yan replied.

Zhu Mo and Bai Zheng quickly called their private doctor to re-examine Zhu Yan's wound.

Meanwhile, Zhu Hai and Zhu Huan, kneeling in the center of the hall, were already drenched in cold sweat from fright.

I had only heard that the patriarch doted on the young master, but now that I have witnessed it with my own eyes, I realize that this is not doting at all, but rather treating him like a complete ancestor. The patriarch even gave him the position of head of the family, and his words even carried a hint of flattery.

Oh no, if the young master is in a bad mood today, Zhu Huan might not be able to survive.

At this point, Zhu Hai was completely heartbroken.

The private doctor knelt nervously beside Zhu Yan, carefully examining the wound. He only dared to touch it lightly, not daring to use any force, for fear that if he accidentally hurt this ancestor, he would die.

Zhu Yan, on the other hand, appeared much more relaxed. He took the tea that Lin Shen poured for him, sipped it a few times, and stared at the scene before him without saying a word.

Zhu Mo turned around, his face instantly darkening, and the aura of a superior emanating from him.

"Zhu Hai, I remember reminding you to discipline your youngest son properly. His arrogance has already caused dissatisfaction among many people. I don't care about things at the West Tower, but now that he has offended the young master, what do you think should be done?" Zhu Mo found a seat, turned his head, and looked at Zhu Hai.

"Let the head of the family punish me as he sees fit." Zhu Hai dared not say anything. Let him be punished however he wanted, as long as he wasn't dismissed from his post. This rebellious son had caused such a huge disaster, so let him do whatever he wanted.

Zhu Mo just smiled dismissively after hearing that, "I'll give you one more chance."

Zhu Hai paused for a few seconds, then suddenly realized, "No, no, no, I'll leave it to the young master to decide."

The next second, everyone looked at Zhu Yan.

Banquet:?

"I'll listen to you." Zhu Yan then passed the question back to Zhu Mo.

"You are the young master, you decide."

Zhu Yan was helpless. He had originally wanted to see how his father would handle the situation, but the problem had returned to him.

"Chop off their hands and feet and throw them out." Since he had been told to handle it, he wouldn't be polite. As for whether Zhu Motong agreed with his decision, that was another matter.

After Zhu Yan finished speaking, Zhu Yan originally thought that Zhu Mo would think he was a bit ruthless and would be dissatisfied with him.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Mo nodded at him with satisfaction.

"Very good, Ayan. As the head of the Zhu family in the future, you must have this kind of ruthlessness." Zhu Mo's words were filled with undisguised admiration.

After hearing about the punishment, Zhu Hai did not plead for Zhu Huan.

Don't drag him into this.

Anyway, he has quite a few sons...

Upon hearing the punishment, Zhu Huan's eyes glazed over. She crawled forward a few steps, trying to grab Zhu Yan's trouser leg. "Young Master, please, please spare me. I'll serve you like a slave. Just don't cut off my hands and feet."

Zhu Yan kicked Zhu Huan away and added an order, "Gag her too."

Zhu Huan collapsed to the ground, powerless, and stopped struggling.

He knew that his life was over.

After everything was over, Zhu Yan wanted to go upstairs to rest, but was suddenly stopped by Zhu Mo.

"Wait." Zhu Mo suddenly called out to everyone, then looked at Zhu Yan. "Ayan, on the first day we brought you home, we originally wanted to hold a banquet to reveal your identity, but you seemed to have concerns and wanted to postpone it. So the people on the other floors around here really don't know your identity. To prevent this from happening again, Lin Xiang, go and bring over the sedan chair from the collection pavilion."

"Yes, Master."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yan sensed that things were not simple, and indeed they were. He looked up at Zhu Mo, his eyes full of resistance, while our Zhu family head deliberately looked away, avoiding Zhu Yan's gaze.

As long as I don't look at you, I won't soften my heart and change my mind, hahaha.

As for Bai Zheng, she also tacitly followed Zhu Mo, turning her head to look up at the ceiling and admiring... the chandelier.

Banquet:…

Ugh, headache.

Soon, a sedan chair carried by four men appeared conspicuously before the banquet.

"You guys come here." Zhu Mo was originally giving the order to the black-clad bodyguards kneeling on the ground, but after thinking for a moment, he continued, "Never mind, I don't trust you guys. Lin Shen, call them over."

Lin Shen nodded, knowing that Zhu Mo was referring to Zhu Yan's personal bodyguards.

After giving all the instructions, Zhu Mo said to Zhu Yan earnestly, "Yan, the procedures for the inheritance ceremony are not yet ready, so I'll have to trouble you for now. But I'll still have someone take you around to each building so that no one will offend you again."

"Father, it must be quite hot today." Zhu Yan didn't say it explicitly, but Zhu Mo understood what he meant.

"The umbrella canopy has been reassembled and it has a cooler, so don't worry. You've been staying in your room for the past few days anyway, so don't get bored. It'll be good for you to go out and get some fresh air."

There was nothing to say at the celebratory banquet.

He knew that nothing he said would make a difference, so he could only look helplessly at Xu Zhiyuan and Lu Ze.

The two of them, who hadn't rehearsed, had perfect chemistry. They both shrugged, their smiles seemingly approving of Zhu Mo's approach.

Two little traitors.

Helpless, Zhu Yan was practically carried into a sedan chair, and as soon as he sat down, Lin Shen bent over and took off his shoes.

Banquet:?

Lin Shen was a little embarrassed. He picked up Zhu Yan's shoes and walked to the side of the sedan chair with his head down, clearly feeling guilty.

"And what about trust?" Zhu Yan asked.

"Young Master, your shoes are dirty, let me wipe them for you." Lin Shen dared not answer directly.

He was genuinely frightened; the young master was restless and jumped down from there.

Now that you've taken off your shoes, the young master won't jump anymore, right?

Yes, I'm really smart.

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