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

Marquis Yongwu exclaimed in disbelief, "This is impossible! How could Princess Changning have taken a liking to you!"

"How dare you!"

Eunuch Li's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he rebuked sharply, "Marquis Yongwu, are you questioning this scholar, questioning the Emperor's will?"

"That's absolutely not what I meant, I..."

"Then accept the decree!"

Eunuch Li interrupted him directly and handed over the imperial edict.

Marquis Yongwu had no choice but to raise his hand to accept the imperial edict, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Once this matter gets out, the Marquis of Yongwu's mansion will surely become the laughing stock of the entire city.

This unfilial son is clearly doing it on purpose!

Eunuch Li turned around, his expression softening instantly, and smiled at Zhang Xiaomeng: "Your Highness, please wait patiently at the Marquis's residence for now. I will return to the palace immediately to report back and await His Majesty's final decision."

"Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch Li."

Zhang Xiaomeng watched Li Gonggong and his group leave, then stretched and said, "I'm sleepy, going back to sleep now. Goodnight everyone."

"stop!"

Marquis Yongwu sternly stopped him.

Zhang Xiaomeng tilted his head, his tone slightly mocking: "What else does the Marquis have to say? Are you going to use family discipline on me again?"

Marquis Yongwu clenched his fists tightly, his chest surging with anger, wishing he could punish this reckless and unruly son on the spot.

But he was already the emperor's bestowed son-in-law, and to harm him would be to openly humiliate the royal family.

He could only suppress his anger and said in a deep voice, "Now that you have been chosen by the Emperor to be the imperial son-in-law, the Marquis's mansion will naturally prepare for your wedding. But remember, you are the heir of the Marquis of Yongwu's mansion. Every word and action of yours is related to the reputation of the Marquis's mansion. Don't cause any more trouble."

Zhang Xiaomeng chuckled, his tone sarcastic: "You were just trying to distance yourself from me, but now you're acknowledging me as your heir? Old Deng, you've got a pretty fast change of heart."

"you……"

"Stop with the 'you, you, you'." Zhang Xiaomeng's expression was indifferent, his tone arrogant and forceful. "My affairs are none of your business."

Having said that, he completely disregarded the livid and ugly face of the Marquis of Yongwu, turned around and swaggered away.

Before long, Zhang Xiaomeng returned to his courtyard.

This place is remote and desolate, with simple and dilapidated houses, and not even a single servant to attend to him. It has none of the treatment and dignity that a marquis's heir should have.

Adding to the desolation, the night was dark and the wind was chilly, creating an atmosphere of boundless loneliness and desolation.

"This is a place where people live too."

Zhang Xiaomeng cursed under his breath, a chill creeping into his eyes.

Such blatant favoritism suggests that the retaliation just now was far too lenient.

With this thought in mind, a cold and ruthless smile slowly curved his lips.

If I, the newly appointed imperial son-in-law, were to die in the residence of the Marquis of Yongwu, even if I couldn't make them pay with their lives, I would still skin them alive.

This way, I can at least get justice for the original owner before going back.

Zhang Xiaomeng looked around, grabbed the dagger on the table, and a resolute and ferocious look appeared in his eyes.

"Old man, here's a big gift for you."

He gripped the dagger tightly and plunged it fiercely into his own heart.

At the critical moment, a sharp, cold light suddenly flashed through the dimly lit room.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, the dagger in his hand was instantly knocked to the ground.

Zhang Xiaomeng was startled and immediately looked up.

A slender, dark figure stood silently at the entrance, dressed in a dark, close-fitting brocade robe, a long sword in hand, her posture sharp and upright, her face cold and indifferent, and her body exuding a chilling aura that made people afraid to approach.

"Holy crap! Who are you?"

Zhang Xiaomeng was startled by the woman who suddenly appeared.

The woman glanced at the scissors on the ground, her brow furrowing slightly. "You noticed me a long time ago?"

"I found you?" Zhang Xiaomeng was taken aback upon hearing this.

"If you hadn't already discovered it, why would you deliberately try to force me to show myself?"

What?

Zhang Xiaomeng was a little confused. "No, I..."

"You don't need to explain, I understand."

What do you know?

Zhang Xiaomeng was speechless. Just who was this woman?

The woman introduced herself, saying, "My name is Feng Yi. I am here on the princess's orders to protect you in secret."

She had long heard that the heir of the Marquis of Yongwu was a dissolute playboy, and she was puzzled by Princess Changning's actions. Now it seemed that this person was not as simple as he appeared.

Because her methods of concealment were unparalleled, almost no one could detect her.

He was probably not well-liked by the Marquis's household and deliberately concealed his talents to protect himself.

Since that's the case, there's no need for me to expose it.

After figuring it out, Feng Yi simply said, "Just call me if you need anything."

In an instant, his figure flickered and vanished without a trace.

Zhang Xiaomeng stood frozen in place, his face turning pale and then black.

What is all this nonsense? Is Zhao Changning poisonous? Is he deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?

Could it be that the system is playing tricks on me, deliberately making things more difficult?

System! System!

He kept calling out in his heart, but he never received a response.

It seems the only way to get in touch is to go back.

With Feng Yi secretly watching over him, it would be difficult for him to die.

Feeling depressed, Zhang Xiaomeng simply went to bed and decided to deal with it tomorrow.

Just as he was smiling and dreaming of winning a billion-dollar prize, he was awakened by the commotion outside the courtyard.

It turns out I'm still in ancient times.

Zhang Xiaomeng was a little disappointed, then got up and went to open the door.

In the courtyard stood a group of servants, including maids, servants, and guards, with a capable-looking old nanny at the head.

When Zhang Xiaomeng came out, Granny Zhang immediately ordered in a deep voice, "Greet him."

"Is the young master well?"

All the servants bowed deeply, showing the utmost respect.

Granny Zhang hurried forward, her face plastered with a fawning smile: "Young Master, these servants will all be under your command from now on."

Zhang Xiaomeng immediately realized that it was arranged by the Marquis of Yongwu. He had ignored it before, but now that he had become the emperor's son-in-law, his treatment had been greatly improved.

People are indeed pragmatic, no matter the era.

"Where is Old Deng?"

Zhang Xiaomeng stood with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

"Master went to the palace to meet the Emperor early this morning and just returned. He's resting now." Zhang Mama's attitude was very respectful. As an old servant in the mansion, she knew very well that the eldest young master was about to turn his life around, and who knows who would be in charge of the Marquis's mansion in the future.

Zhang Xiaomeng frowned slightly.

Judging from the situation, the Emperor must have suppressed what happened last night.

After all, the Marquis of Yongwu was a pillar of the court and highly valued by the Emperor. Moreover, if he, as the consort, were to sever ties with the Marquis's household, it would not only be a disgrace to the Marquis's family but would also affect Princess Changning and damage the dignity of the imperial family.

"By the way, young master, your residence has been moved to Lingyun Courtyard, and the servants are tidying it up," Zhang Mama hurriedly reported.

Lingyun Courtyard was where Zhang Xiaomeng used to live, but it was later occupied by Zhang Ling.

"I'll move back, but what about the green tea?" Zhang Xiaomeng asked.

"Green tea?" Granny Zhang was momentarily puzzled.

"Second brother," Zhang Xiaomeng casually corrected.

"Young Master, the Second Young Master will be moving to Chongwen Academy."

Zhang Xiaomeng thought to himself.

That green tea bitch went to great lengths to seize Lingyun Courtyard, and now she's being forced to move out; she must be furious.

But moving away so easily isn't enough.

"Everyone, follow me."

Zhang Xiaomeng waved his hand and led a group of servants straight to Lingyun Courtyard.

At this moment, inside Lingyun Courtyard, Zhang Ling was directing his servants to move objects with a sullen face, his expression gloomy and unpleasant.

He was confident that he would secure his position as heir apparent, but unexpectedly, his good-for-nothing elder brother, whom he used to bully, suddenly became the emperor's son-in-law.

Princess Changning was blind; she knew she was better than him in every way.

Filled with resentment and jealousy, his eyes blazed with malice, his former gentleness long gone. He gritted his teeth and whispered, "Zhang Xiaomeng, you just wait!"

Just then, a flurry of footsteps sounded behind them, accompanied by a cold, sharp shout: "Stop! All of you!"