Princess, something terrible has happened! The prince consort has attempted suicide again!

Liu Ru stared blankly at the young man who slowly stepped into the mansion gate, her face instantly freezing.

He's still alive?

This shouldn't be the case.

Even if the Emperor spares his life out of respect for Princess Changning, the Prince of Zhenbei will absolutely not let him off the hook.

Despite racking her brains, Ren Liuru couldn't understand why Zhang Xiaomeng, who was supposed to die, was able to return safely.

Zhang Ling, standing to the side, trembled violently, his face turning deathly pale, his pupils shrinking, and he stammered, "You...how could you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Xiaomeng had already walked up to him and delivered a crisp, loud slap to his face!

Zhang Ling was already carrying an old injury, and this slap was so powerful that it made half of his cheek burn with pain and his teeth feel numb.

"Such a grown man, and you can't even speak properly. It's embarrassing," Zhang Xiaomeng coldly rebuked. "Straighten your tongue before you speak."

Zhang Ling's eyes bulged with resentment and hatred, her heart burning with rage.

But in front of the Marquis of Yongwu, he dared not be presumptuous in the slightest. He could only forcefully suppress his anger and pretend to be terrified and aggrieved.

"Big brother is right!"

"I was so overjoyed to see my elder brother return safely that I momentarily lost my manners. I hope my elder brother will forgive me."

Snapped!

Another slap landed suddenly!

Zhang Ling was stunned for a moment, then looked up in astonishment, her eyes filled with anger.

Before he could explain, Zhang Xiaomeng coldly shouted, "You green tea b*tch, get out of here!"

With a powerful kick, Zhang Ling was sent sprawling to the ground, rolling awkwardly onto the cold bluestone floor.

"Ling'er!"

Liu Ru was extremely anxious and quickly stepped forward to help her son up.

Then he turned to look at Marquis Yongwu, his eyes instantly reddening, forcing out two lines of tears, and sobbing as he cried out:

"Master! Ling'er and I have been worried about Xiao Meng's safety. We were overjoyed to see him return safely! But he beat Ling'er in public without even asking what happened, and he even acted recklessly in front of you. Master, you must do justice for Ling'er!"

Looking at her hypocritical face, Zhang Xiaomeng rolled up his sleeves and said arrogantly, "You old green tea, you deserve a beating too."

Seeing that he was about to make a move, the Marquis of Valor, who had been holding back for a long time, finally shouted in a deep voice, "Enough!"

"Old Deng, if you dare stop me, I'll beat you up too!"

Zhang Xiaomeng raised his eyes and stared directly at the Marquis of Yongwu, his arrogance reaching its peak.

"How dare you!" Marquis Yongwu glared angrily.

"You'll see if I dare!"

Zhang Xiaomeng raised his hand and slapped Yongwu Hou straight across the face!

The Marquis of Valor was a military general who came from the battlefield and was highly skilled in martial arts. It would be easy for him to dodge.

However, he was ordered by the Emperor to cooperate with Zhang Xiaomeng to complete this grand performance.

On the way here, Zhang Xiaomeng had already finalized the entire script.

He caused a scene at the Marquis's residence, publicly defied him, and slapped his biological father.

Marquis Yongwu was initially determined to refuse, but he could not withstand Zhang Xiaomeng's pressure by invoking the emperor's will, and had no choice but to agree and cooperate.

Even though he was filled with rage and resentment, he could only stand there and endure the resounding slap.

Snapped!

The crisp sound rang out in the courtyard in front of the mansion, reaching the ears of every servant.

All the guards and servants stood frozen in place, dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

The dignified Marquis of Yongwu, a high-ranking and powerful official of the court, was slapped in public by his own son!

The Marquis of Valor's cheek instantly turned red, a burning pain shooting straight to the top of his head, his lips twitching uncontrollably, and the anger in his heart almost bursting out of his chest.

But the play wasn't over yet, so he could only forcefully suppress his overwhelming anger, raise his hand and point at Zhang Xiaomeng, and continue acting.

"You unfilial son! I went to great lengths to save your life, yet instead of being grateful and repentant, you have become increasingly lawless and irredeemable!"

Zhang Xiaomeng readily took over the role, his expression defiant and unruly, and loudly retorted:

"How dare you say you're protecting me?! I could have married Princess Changning and risen to a high position! It was you who took it upon yourself to request the imperial decree to annul the engagement, personally ruining my future! What kind of father are you?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ling, who had just gotten up from the ground, was overjoyed.

The engagement is off!

Without the princess's support, Zhang Xiaomeng could no longer suppress him!

Marquis Yongwu feigned exasperation and shouted in a deep voice, "If I hadn't broken off the engagement, you would have already been trapped in a deadly situation, your life in danger! When will you ever grow up?"

"That's just my personality!" Zhang Xiaomeng persisted arrogantly, pressing on relentlessly. "If you can't stand it, then kick me out!"

"Okay! Okay! That's what you said."

Marquis Yongwu deliberately raised his voice so that all the servants and passersby around him could hear him clearly.

"From this day forward, I sever all ties with you as father and son! Your life or death is no longer any concern of my Marquis's manor!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ru and Zhang Ling couldn't hide their overwhelming joy.

"Someone come here!"

The Marquis of Yongwu issued a stern order, each word resolute: "Expel this rebellious son from the Marquis's residence and banish him from the capital immediately! He shall never again set foot in the capital!"

Two guards immediately stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng's arms tightly from both sides.

"Let me go!"

Zhang Xiaomeng feigned rage and struggled fiercely.

"take away!"

Marquis Yongwu waved his hand dismissively, showing no mercy.

The guards grabbed Zhang Xiaomeng and dragged him out of the mansion.

Zhang Xiaomeng turned his head sharply and roared angrily towards the Hou Mansion. His loud voice echoed through the streets and alleys, attracting passersby to stop and watch.

"Old Deng! You cruelly kicked me out today! You'll regret it one day! You'll definitely regret it!"

The roar echoed in all directions.

Before long, the news will spread throughout the capital.

Liu Ru was secretly delighted, but on the surface she pretended to be worried and stepped forward to advise, "Master, Xiao Meng is, after all, the heir of the Marquis's mansion. It is not appropriate to expel him like this. Perhaps... we should bring him back."

"Don't mention him again! I don't have a son like that!"

Marquis Yongwu was resolute; he coldly flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, Zhang Ling could no longer contain her excitement, her face beaming with elation: "Mother! That good-for-nothing has finally been driven away! The Marquis's mansion is mine now!"

A smile flickered in Liu Ru's eyes, but she remained calm and reminded him in a deep voice:

"Don't be too smug. Your father may have acted impulsively today. Once he calms down, he might just bring that little brat back."

The joy on Zhang Ling's face instantly froze, and she asked urgently, "Then what should we do?"

Liu Ru slowly raised her eyes, a cold killing intent flashing in them.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure he... never has a chance to come back!"

Half an hour later, on the official road in the suburbs.

Zhang Xiaomeng set off alone, secretly making plans in his mind.

The Emperor's men are definitely hiding in the shadows. How can we kill them under their very noses?

As the sun sets and night falls, a small town comes into view in the distance.

Zhang Xiaomeng had been traveling a long way and was just about to enter the town to find an inn to rest when a group of masked men in black suddenly blocked his way with knives.

Zhang Xiaomeng was somewhat surprised.

The Black Lotus Cult has come knocking on our door so quickly?

Logically, this shouldn't be the case.

Who cares about all that, just come and kill me.

Without giving it much thought, Zhang Xiaomeng immediately rushed towards the other party, hoping to die before the Emperor's men could make a move.

The assassin had intended to make a show of force, but to his surprise, the other person rushed over without saying a word, as if he couldn't wait to be reincarnated.

Seeing them standing there in a daze, Zhang Xiaomeng became extremely anxious.

Hurry up and get started, can you be a little more professional?

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Before the assassins could make a move, several dark figures suddenly appeared, silently standing behind them.

Well, I'm not going to die now.

Zhang Xiaomeng sighed softly and stopped.

The assassin, oblivious to the situation, assumed Zhang Xiaomeng was afraid and said with a sinister smile, "Young Master, we've come to send you on your way."

Zhang Xiaomeng pointed and said, "Look behind you."