The 18th year of the Da Yong reign: The beginning of the story involves rescuing revolutionaries.

"Come on, get off the bus." Wang Zhi used his right hand to lift Wang Guangyou from his seat and dragged him forward.

The latter seemed to have regained some of his energy, and said resentfully, "I can walk by myself. I am a member of the Earl's family. What kind of behavior is it to be dragged along the main streets of the capital like this?"

"Have any shame?" Wang Zhi summarized Wang Guangyou's words briefly, then said with a forced smile, "Sorry, I can't do that."

Wang Guangyou was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder. His proud head drooped again, and he covered his face with his long, loose hair.

It suits me quite well. Plus, with my current tattered clothes, looking like I've just escaped from the mountains, it's impossible to associate me with that elegant third young master.

Walking down the train aisle, neither officials nor travelers seemed to notice the strange group of Wang Zhi and his two companions.

They all stared straight ahead and rushed out of the train the moment the doors opened.

When Wang Zhi stood outside the train station with one in each hand, the noisy and bustling atmosphere instantly filled his ears.

"Ye'erba, time to eat Ye'erba."

"Roasted chestnuts, hot roasted chestnuts."

Sniffing the unpleasant odor, Wang Zhi looked into the distance and saw a tall clock tower spire standing there, somewhat like a Baroque clock tower, with an overall gray-black tone.

Closer still, there are houses of varying heights, with iron-cast and stone-built buildings interspersed with Chinese-style inns and teahouses with flying eaves and brackets.

A covered carriage with clattering hooves and painted "Little West Wind Inn" stopped outside the station and took away a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes.

Before Wang Zhi could fully immerse himself in the bustling city, a pair of officials patrolling the station approached them.

The patrol captain, who was in charge, stopped Wang Zhi and his two companions, saying, "Routine questioning." But his attitude was relatively good.

This person was dressed almost identically to the one on the train, both wearing dark blue official uniforms, except that the words "Leaving the Capital" were embroidered on the upper right chest.

"My lord, please ask." Wang Zhi cupped his hands in greeting. Now that they were in the capital, he didn't want to cause any trouble.

"What's going on? Who is this guy?" The captain pointed at Wang Guangyou.

Generally speaking, they wouldn't meddle in other people's business.

Train stations are places where all sorts of people mingle; who knows which powerful family or sect member might be involved? He, a mere patrol captain, couldn't afford to offend them.

He just felt that the person who was tied up looked familiar, and he was afraid that he might make a big mistake if he was careless.

Meanwhile, his men went to communicate with the captain of the station's security team.

"It's a family matter, a family member who made a mistake," Wang Zhi explained after thinking for a moment.

Family members? So badly injured and bound hand and foot, the captain was even more puzzled.

The voice rose: "Raise your head."

At this moment, Wang Guangyou felt so humiliated that his heart was about to bleed. Suddenly, he raised his head and glared at the blind captain: "Get out!" His words were like thunder.

"Third...Third Young Master." The captain was stunned. He thought the man looked familiar, both in his figure and his clothes, as if he had just seen him before. It turned out to be the Third Young Master of the Earl's family.

There are many nobles, both high and low, in the capital, but few are like the Earl of Wuyi, who possesses both real power and a noble title.

He once thought his eyesight was exceptional.

Now he wishes he could cut off his own eyes and use them as cannon fodder.

He had a vague premonition, and sure enough, his subordinate who had gone to communicate with the officials at the train station soon returned with a shocked expression and whispered something in his ear.

So, saying "Excuse me," the patrol captain quickly and sheepishly left with his men.

"Be more polite to people," Wang Zhi said to Wang Guangyou, jokingly as he watched them leave.

The latter remained silent, only repeating to himself, "I will kill you, I must kill you." Wang Guangyou clenched his fists tightly, as if he wanted to dig his nails into his flesh.

Outside the station, in several shadowy corners, someone seemed to have noticed Wang Zhi and his group's movements and quickly disappeared.

It could be a newspaper, another family force, or even a martial arts school that takes on disciples and teaches martial arts. It could be any of the various low-level gangs that make a living in the nine gates and eight industries, Wang Zhi guessed.

After all, this is the provincial capital.

He flagged down a carriage painted a dazzling black and instructed the driver, "To the Marquis of Wuyi's residence."

"Alright." The driver was wearing a t-shirt underneath a black mandarin jacket, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked much more energetic than the rickshaw pullers.

Many carriages like these travel through the streets and alleys of the capital.

It is the main mode of transportation to and from the capital.

Besides, Wang Zhi could occasionally see black cars parked in front of coffee shops or teahouses by looking out through the glass windows of the carriage.

About ten minutes later, the carriage stopped.

"Master, we've arrived at the Earl's residence," the driver's voice came from inside the carriage.

"Here you go, twenty-eight copper coins." Wang Zhi pulled out a handful of copper coins from his pocket and handed them to the driver.

It was nearly dusk, and the afterglow of the sunset covered half the sky.

Beneath my feet is a wide avenue, wide enough for eight horses to ride abreast. This is the inner city of the capital, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The magnificent mansion directly opposite, bathed in the glow of the sunset, resembled a crouching, ferocious beast.

A gilded plaque hangs high above the gate, bearing the four large characters "Wuyi Earl's Mansion" in a vigorous and elegant style. The gate is adorned with nine vertical and seven horizontal golden door studs, and a pair of lifelike animal head ring carvings stand on either side, flanked by ferocious and majestic stone lions and tigers.

"I'm home." Wang Lingguan looked at the door of the house that appeared in his dream, and could no longer contain his emotions, so he rushed out.

This time, Wang Zhi didn't stop her, and watched with a smile as the girl moved her two thin legs around.

Miss has returned to the manor!

The news spread like wildfire throughout the Earl's mansion.

With Wang Lingguan leading the way, the guards at the gate dared not stop Wang Zhi, and the three of them entered the Wuyi Earl's Mansion one after the other.

Inside the gate, a screen wall made of blue bricks was intricately carved with a "Crane and Deer in Spring" pattern, and the top of the wall was covered with dark gray cylindrical tiles. A steward led the way, whispering to Wang Lingguan as they walked: "The young lady has been gone for the past few days, and she has worried the madam terribly."

After passing the screen wall, the first courtyard comes into view. The ground is made of square, neat gray bricks, with finger-length green grass peeking out from the cracks.

"Mother," Wang Lingguan murmured, his eyes filled with longing.

Wang Zhi had already seen the main hall, with its gable roof covered in bluish-gray tiles, and the outlines of the ridge beasts appearing even more mysterious in the autumn glow.

What a magnificent earl's mansion! It's far more impressive than his royal residence.

What puzzled him was that along the way, all the maids and servants greeted the young girl with friendly smiles, but without exception, they all ignored Wang Guangyou, who was bound hand and foot by Wang Zhi.

This includes the steward, who clearly holds a high position within the household.

Not only did they ignore Wang Guangyou, they also didn't ask about Wang Zhi's identity.

Before the two could even reach the main hall, a wail came from the side of the hall diagonally in front of them.

"My son, my son."

A middle-aged man, nearly fifty years old, dressed in a royal blue satin robe embroidered with brocade flowers, suddenly appeared before them.

As she moved quickly, her top shimmered with a soft sheen.

Upon closer inspection, the robe is embroidered with lotus scrolls in the same color silk thread, and a small section of snow-white silk undergarment is visible at the collar.

He also wore a white jade thumb ring on his thumb.

"Third Master." The steward stopped steadily and bowed to the man before him.

Upon hearing this voice, Wang Guangyou, who had been keeping his head down, raised his head and softly called out, "Father."

"Hey." The rather dignified Third Master walked up and grabbed Wang Guangyou's shoulders with his thick hands.

"Son, you've suffered." The Third Master said with heartache, then looked coldly at the men following behind him: "You idiots, hurry up and untie the Third Young Master."

"Yes, yes." Two servants immediately stepped forward, while Wang Zhi had already let go of his grip and coldly observed everything.

The third master continued, "Guangyou, now that you're home, someone will stand up for you. Don't be afraid. Tell us what happened and who dared to injure our family's descendant like this."

"As his father, I will make him pay the price he deserves."

Before Wang Guangyou could speak, the little girl interjected, "Third Uncle, your son colluded with kidnappers and bandits, and even personally tried to kill me, the legitimate daughter of the Earl's family. Are you aware of this?"

Before the words were even finished, the Third Master had already changed his expression, and looked at Wang Lingguan with a smile: "My precious niece, you can't just say things like this about family feuds. Guangyou and you have always been as close as siblings. When you were just learning to speak, you would chase after Guangyou and play around. You have a very good relationship."

"How could Guangyou do such a thing? Don't let those villains outside instigate you and ruin the relationship between you and your siblings."

"Especially those villains from small, unknown families and gangs." As he finished speaking, the Third Master's gaze fell on Wang Zhi's face.

His imposing aura was released without any concealment, pressing down on Wang Zhi.

Despite having lived a life of luxury for many years, he was still a brute.

"Guangyou has always been humble, methodical, and kind-hearted, never making enemies. Yet today he was bound hand and foot and paraded through the streets, utterly disgraced. Even if he didn't tell me, I know what happened. How could I, as his father, not stand up for my son?!"

Without warning, the Third Master angrily threw a punch at Wang Zhi's chest.

It's the same Bone-Shattering Fist, but in the hands of someone at the Brute Realm, it's far more powerful. If this punch lands, Wang Zhi will either die or be severely injured.

But the Third Master's imposing manner came and went quickly.

This was because Wang Lingguan had fearlessly spread his arms and stood in front of Wang Zhi.

"Spirit Officer! Move aside!" the Third Master shouted, frowning.

"Uncle, you should call me Miss." Wang Lingguan's clear voice rang out.