Dream of the Red Chamber: I can see the hidden labels of the beauties.

The story of Jiao Da's drunken rant quickly spread throughout the mansion, reaching everyone from the head housekeeper to the lowest-ranking maid.

Everyone was surprised that Jiao Da dared to speak so directly, and they were also worried for him. After all, Jia Zhen was tyrannical and capricious. He had just beaten Banmei to death. If he heard Jiao Da daring to curse like this, who knew what he would do to Jiao Da?

For a moment, the entire Ningguo Mansion seemed to be waiting for a storm. An invisible dark cloud gathered over the mansion, making it appear even more sinister in the night. From a distance, the huge mansion looked like an abandoned house that had long been deserted.

All the servants in the mansion were trembling with fear, doing things more carefully than ever before. They walked with their feet light and spoke only in whispers, for fear of inadvertently incurring the wrath of others.

Just as everyone feared, Jia Zhen had originally planned to go to Jia Can's place to accept the treasures Jia Can offered, and was also thinking about the good things to come that night.

But just as they reached the halfway point, they heard the news, and were instantly furious, their faces turning ashen, and they cursed:

"That old bastard! He's drunk and dares to spout nonsense! Guards, give him a good beating first, then take him to the ancestral hall and make him kneel there. Didn't he want to go and mourn the ancestor? Let him go and mourn!"

Jia Zhen always scoffed at the idea of ​​ancestral retribution and dismissed it with disdain.

He didn't believe that Jiao Da could really bring the patriarch of Ningguo Mansion back to life by crying at the ancestral hall.

The servants readily agreed and immediately ran off to carry out the task, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Jia Zhen cursed again, but still felt unsatisfied, so he grabbed a few unlucky servants and slapped each of them a few times.

He further ordered everyone not to discuss this matter, let alone speak of it to anyone outside the family; anyone who dared to spread the word would surely die!

Everyone in the mansion knew his temperament, and no one dared to disobey him.

The entire Ningguo Mansion remained silent about the matter, keeping it a closely guarded secret, as if it had never happened.

After arranging all this, Jia Zhen's anger subsided considerably, but his face remained gloomy. He swung his sleeves and strode briskly towards Jia Can's courtyard.

The lanterns under the eaves cast his distorted figure on the ground, making him look like a demon emerging from hell.

Jia Can, of course, also heard the news of Jiao Da's drunken rant. His eyes flashed, and he secretly pondered:

Could the younger brother-in-law Jiao Da was talking about be me?

Although strictly speaking, he was Qin Keqing's second uncle and thus an elder in terms of seniority, rather than the brother of Qin Keqing's husband, it was normal for Jiao Da to be so drunk and in a fit of rage that he spoke nonsense.

Just like Jiao Da's saying "red knife in, white knife out," it was clearly drunken talk. The order was all reversed, so how could he distinguish between his younger brother-in-law and his second uncle?

After pondering for a while, a glint of light flashed in Jia Can's deep, starry eyes, and he gently tapped the table a few times.

A moment later, a figure appeared silently in the room. Yu Hui, dressed in black night clothes, appeared silently before Jia Can and bowed, asking:

"Young master, do you have any requests?"

Jia Can looked at him with a serious expression, lowered his voice and said a few words, his words brief and clear.

Upon hearing this, Yu Hui was surprised but did not ask any further questions. He nodded slightly in agreement and then disappeared from the house in a flash.

Not long after Yu Hui left, heavy footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate, followed by Jia Zhen's boisterous voice:

"Jia Can, Master, I've arrived! Come out and greet me quickly."

Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in Jia Can's eyes. He thought to himself: They've finally arrived.

He immediately concealed the coldness in his eyes, revealed a smile, straightened his clothes, and strode out to stand at the door, politely greeting them.

"Brother Zhen, you've finally arrived. I'm all ready."

Jia Zhen saw that he was only wearing a thin nightgown, which made his slender figure stand out. With his handsome face, he was a truly elegant and charming young man standing in the candlelight.

This made Jia Zhen's eyes light up. His gaze roamed over Jia Can's body, his eyes burning with desire. The anger he had accumulated from Jiao Da's drunken rant had completely dissipated. He stroked his beard and said with a smile:

"Good, good! It's kind of you to have this thought in mind."

As he spoke, he moved closer.

Jia Can, however, took two steps back without showing any emotion, deliberately widening the distance between them, and asked with a smile still on her face:

"Brother Zhen, did you bring what I asked for?"

Seeing that he had distanced himself, Jia Zhen wasn't annoyed; on the contrary, he found it amusing and replied with a smile:

"Of course I brought it. Someone, bring it in."

As he spoke, he called out to the outside, and a maidservant came in carrying a box in both hands.

Jia Zhen pointed to the box and said:

"Here it is."

Jia Can stepped forward and took the box from the maid. At first glance, it was just an ordinary wooden box for holding things, but upon closer inspection, he found that it was an old object, at least several decades old.

Jia Zhen sat down in the chair, crossed his legs, and asked somewhat anxiously:

"I've given you the box, but where's what I asked for?"

Jia Can snapped out of his daze, gently placed the box on the table, then turned around, waved his hand, and said to the maid:

"Get out of here, close the door, and go outside into the courtyard. Do not eavesdrop."

The maidservant respectfully agreed without asking any further questions, assuming it was Jia Zhen's intention. She quietly slipped out, closed the door tightly, and told the other maids and servants to wait outside the courtyard gate.

Everyone knew about Jia Zhen's quirks and had no suspicions. They all came to the courtyard gate and didn't listen much to what was happening inside.

After the maid left, Jia Can poured a cup of tea, held it with both hands, and presented it to Jia Zhen with great respect.

"Brother Zhen, please have some tea first, I'll go get it for you right away."

Seeing this, Jia Zhen had no doubts whatsoever, assuming that Jia Can had completely submitted to him. He became even more pleased with himself, took the teacup, nodded with a smile, and slowly began to drink.

His outburst of anger had indeed left him parched, and Jia Can's timely cup of tea brought him much-needed relief.

He took a few more sips before putting down his teacup.

However, after putting down his teacup, Jia Zhen noticed that Jia Can was still standing there without moving, showing no intention of taking any rare treasures.

Moreover, Jia Can's expression changed; the respect on his face had vanished completely, replaced by an extremely cold and stern look.

Jia Zhen was immediately puzzled, frowned, and asked:

"Why aren't you going to get it yet? I have something to say to you later, don't waste time."

Jia Can witnessed him drink the tea and coldly replied:

"Jia Zhen, I am acting on the orders of the Emperor Emeritus to execute you tonight!"

Jia Zhen was taken aback, thinking he had misheard. The smile on his lips froze on his face, and he asked hesitantly:

"What? What did you say?"

Jia Can raised his voice and emphasized it again:

"I say, I am acting on the orders of the Emperor Emeritus to execute you, you beast, tonight!"

Jia Zhen was stunned for a moment, staring straight at Jia Can with disbelief on his face.

After a long pause, he suddenly laughed, a rough and unrestrained laugh that made him double over:

"Hahaha... Jia Can, have you gone mad? Acting on the orders of the Emperor Emeritus? Do you even know who the Emperor Emeritus is? Have you ever even met him?"