Chang Hu Wei suddenly looked at him and wondered if he had misjudged his master.

  It's okay. After Song Yichun vented his anger, he finally regained some sanity and ordered his guards: "Prepare my carriage, I'll go find Gu Yu myself."

  The guard ran away with his butt on fire.

  Another maid came in and reported: "Duke, the three elder masters, the fourth master, and the two young masters have all arrived and have been waiting in the flower hall for two hours..."

  Song Yichun casually threw a tea cup over, and the maid was stunned, not daring to move until Song Yichun approached. The maid's eyes welled up with tears as she hastily went to report to Song Maochun and others waiting in the flower hall.

  Song Fengchun hastily drove out the maidservants attending him, and leaned over to Song Maochun's side, saying in a low voice: "Big brother, do you think something has happened?"

  Song Maochun glanced at his two sons, Song Qin and Song Dang.

  The eldest son wore a gloomy face, and the second son's eyebrows never relaxed.

  He knew what Song Yichun meant.

  The reason for expelling Song Mo from the Song family is not sufficient at all. Last night, Song Yichun called them over not to discuss with them, but to let them speak in unison when opening the ancestral hall, so as not to make any mistakes. The children of Lao San and Lao Si's families are still young and do not have the qualifications to participate in such things, only his two sons are old enough. His responsibility is very heavy, he must let his two sons not speak nonsense. Who knew that after he told them about the situation, both sons strongly opposed it. The eldest son meant that they should not get involved in this matter: "...Although I don't know why my uncle wants to do this, he must have his own reasons. But Tian Ci didn't do anything wrong, and we can't just talk nonsense." The second son's attitude was even more clear-cut: "This is something that my uncle did wrong, you should have advised him at the time!" As a result, he tried to persuade them with all his might, and finally took out the dignity of being a father, which barely suppressed Song Qin and Song Duan. However, he had no confidence in whether the two brothers would support Song Yichun according to their own will on the matter of opening the ancestral hall.

  It was said that Song Yichun hastily left the mansion, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. His tone in responding to Song Fengchun also became less tense than Song Fengchun's.

  "Most likely something unexpected has happened." He said in a low voice. "We need to send someone to ask around and find out what's going on."

  Song Mao-chun said this when Song Tong-chun came over and immediately said: "Big brother, I'll go take a look."

  Song Tongchun, being the eldest and also because he shared a common grandfather with Song Yichun, always felt that his relationship with Song Yichun was closer than others, and so he was somewhat casual in the British embassy.

  This thankless task has someone willing to take the initiative, Song Maochun and Song Fengchun are naturally delighted.

  A few people didn't dare to go out and were anxiously waiting for news in the flower hall.

  A hubbub of noise came from outside the door.

  In this situation, even a slight movement would make people feel like the wind is howling and the cranes are crying, let alone the sound of the horn getting louder and louder, as if it's heading straight for the upper house.

  Song Mao-chun and Song Feng-chun looked at each other in dismay and simultaneously ran out of the flower hall.

  They saw Song Mo's pale face like snow, with a stern expression, accompanied by a group of guards, walking through the main courtyard and entering the Huahua Gate.

  "Heavenly gift!" Song Mao Chun's face turned even paler than Song Mo, "Didn't the Duke say that Tian Xi had already been tied up by him?" He looked dismal.

  "What's going on?" Song Fengchun asked, his face full of anxiety.

  Song Qin and Song Dang followed closely behind, their faces also solemn. Song Dang even said, "Is Tian Ci going to go settle accounts with Second Uncle?"

  Song Qin's expression turned urgent: "I'll go take a look - can't let Tian Ci and Second Uncle clash, otherwise one disobedience is enough to get him kicked out of the house!"

  Song Dang nodded repeatedly and said: "Big brother. Let's go together with Ya Wen."

  "Is this something you can handle?" Song Maohua hastily stepped forward to block them, but his two sons had already taken off running towards the Huahua Gate.

  Song Mao Chun stamped his foot and followed him up.

  Song Fengchun thought for a moment and followed him too.

  Several people were stopped in front of Wehua Gate.

  "The young master has spoken, thieves have entered our home," the four burly men who had followed Song Mo into the house stood guard at the door, their knives already drawn, "In order to avoid harming innocent people, no one is allowed to enter Huahua Gate."

  It's a peaceful and prosperous era. The sky is clear, the imperial city is at peace, yet thieves have actually run to the residence of the Duke of the First Class to steal things. Who would believe it if I said it out loud?

  This is just like Song Mo's forcing a maid into adultery, it cannot withstand scrutiny.

  Song Maochun and others' expressions all became strange.

  A burst of clashing steel and screams came from the upper house, accompanied by a few cries of despair and panicked shouts: "Who are you? How dare you run into the inner courtyard of the British Consulate to kill people..."

  Murder!

  Things have developed to the point of murder!

  Song Maochun and others were not softened by their two legs, and they anxiously thought about whether they should leave this place of right and wrong. A very rude voice exploded in their ears like a thunderclap: "You damn it, I was just thinking of asking who you are! You're asking me instead! Alright, listen to me, I'm the guard under the British Duke's command, sent by the young master to capture the thief! You say you're the guard of the British Duke, why doesn't our young master recognize you? You dare to impersonate the guard of the British Duke, don't you quickly surrender?"

  As soon as the voice faded away, Song Maochun saw a guard standing in front of the Weeping Flower Gate, who smiled silently with his mouth open.

  He shivered and pulled his two sons out: "This has nothing to do with us, nothing to do with us! Let's go back, hurry back!"

  Song Qin and Song Dang no longer had the courage to persist with their father, and they were led away from the Weeping Flower Gate by Song Maochun.

  Song Fengchun and Song Tongchun did not dare to stay any longer and hastily followed Song Maochun and his son out of the British Embassy.

  At this moment, inside the Weeping Flower Gate, there was a sense of panic.

  In the secluded corners of the walls, in the caves behind the artificial hills, and under the beautiful woman's lean-to... all hid trembling maidservants. Except for a few exceptionally skilled ones who were still resisting stubbornly and trying to break through the encirclement, the rest of Song Yichun's guards either knelt on the ground, holding up their swords and shouting "Spare our lives!", or looked like they had no idea what was happening, frightened and screaming "We're not thieves! We really are the British Consulate's guards!" The Xie guard who was fighting with Song Mo's guard exclaimed in horror: "Who are you?! Why are you using a mandarin duck knife?!"

  The Mandarin Duck Knife was specifically created by Ding Guo Gong to deal with those Japanese pirates who landed ashore.

  The people besieging Xie Wei's house sneered and attacked even more ruthlessly.

  Song Mo ignored the commotion around him and walked straight into a room at the easternmost end of the Upper Court's Rear Pavilion, with Chen He closely following behind.

  Xia Lian hastily made way with a bow.

  The two of them saw at a glance the corpse in the middle of the house that had been beaten beyond recognition.

  Chen Tao

  Song Mo's eyes moistened at the corners, and his body slightly trembled.

  Chen He took a step back from behind Song Mo's body.

  "Brother!" He fell on Chen Tao's body and burst into loud wails.

  Xia Lian looked away, unable to bear it, and only turned back after a while, softly advising Chen He: "You should be filial and accept the change!"

  He was one of the guards who followed Song Mo to Zhendan that time. This time he followed Song Mo to Liaodong, because Song Mo was in a hurry to return, Yu Jian's martial arts skills were better than his, and he returned to the capital with Song Mo, while he led the guard closely behind. Just as they galloped within twenty miles of the capital, he met Chen Quanshui's man who came to warn him, and then met Chen Xiaofeng holding a letter written by Song Mo himself...

  Song Mo's face was expressionless, and he slowly walked past.

  The two guards who were originally guarding the house knelt on the ground in fear, constantly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

  Song Mo silently gazed at the two Chen brothers and softly asked Xia Lu: "Have you found Yu Jian?"

  "Found it!" Xiaolong's voice was laced with a hint of hesitation, and an unmistakable undertone of sorrow, "However, the tendons in its hands and feet have all been severed..."

  Song Mo nodded. In his eyes, there was only a tiny bit of moisture that had not yet dried up, lingering at the corners of his eyes, without any warmth.

  "Kill them all!" he said in a soft voice.

  Xiaoleng was taken aback and asked: "All... all killed?"

  The two guards widened their eyes and stared at Song Mo, their faces full of shock. For a moment, they forgot to kowtow and beg for mercy.

  Song Mo nodded slightly and didn't even glance at the two guards. He strolled out of the room with a leisurely air, as if taking a casual walk in a courtyard.

  "A thief has entered our home," he said calmly, "and accidentally killed a few people, this is also a common occurrence."

  Xia Lian bowed his head and replied in a respectful tone, "Yes."

  Song Mo Chao Guan led the way, followed by the maidservants, daughters-in-law and mothers-in-law of the upper house.

  A mournful wail echoed from behind.

  Song Mo pushed open the door of the sedan chair, and the maidservants, daughters-in-law, and those old women all rushed towards Song Mo in tears.

  "Your Highness, save me!"

  "Welcome back, Young Master!"

  But were stopped by the guards in the wing room at a distance of ten steps from Song Mo.

  Song Mo glanced at the wing room.

  They were all third-rate or inferior maids and old women. The thankless nurse who attended to Mother and several senior maids were not present.

  Following Song Mo's instructions, as soon as they entered the upper house, one of the guards in charge of detaining the servant girls immediately stepped forward and reported: "Young Master, after Madame passed away, not many days later, Xie Niang also fell ill and was sent to the countryside manor by Duke Guo for recuperation. Among the four senior maidservants who attended to Madame, Mei Rui died by crashing into a pillar after Madame's death, while Xing Fang, Zhu Jun, and Qing Li were summoned by Duke Guo a few days ago and have not been seen since..."

  Song Mo lowered his eyes and gave an order to the guard after a while: "Send someone to bring back Old Lady Xie."

  Maybe it's already too late, but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he won't give up.

  He walked out of the house, and a guard hurried over: "Young Master, we found two young men who were beaten to a pulp in the Yizhitang. One was called Wuyi and the other Songluo. They said they had something urgent to report to you. I had Wuyi brought over."

  Since Father is going to deal with him, he will definitely not let the people of Yizhitang go, let alone these two who serve Chen Qu Shui. Chen Qu Shui has disappeared, and it's easy to imagine what will happen to them.

  It was said that both of them were still alive, and Song Mo's heart was somewhat excited, so he nodded hastily.

  Wuyi was helped over by someone.

  "Your Highness!" He cried with a long face and looked around at the people nearby.

  Mr. Yan had instructed him that Mr. Chen's matter could only be discussed with the young master and no one else.

  He remembered Mr. Yan's words.

  Song Mo saw him alone.

  "Mr. Chen is gone!" Wu Yi was on the verge of tears, "That day, just before dusk, Mr. Chen said he wanted to take a walk in the courtyard, Song Luo was tidying up things in the house, I stood on the steps as usual, watching, but didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Mr. Chen disappeared. I and Song Luo searched for half the night but couldn't find him..." He said, kneeling down, "Young Master...", and burst into tears.

  Song Mo couldn't help but smile slightly and said: "If you can't see it, then so be it! However, the two of you have shown loyalty that is worthy of praise. Go down and take good care of your injuries!"

  His gentle voice made Wu Yi blink in confusion.

  Mr. Chen is gone, and Young Master seems delighted!

  Did he guess it right earlier?

  Mr. Chen is the archenemy of Young Master, although he was caught back by Young Master, he has never been willing to surrender to Young Master, and Young Master also had no way with him. This time the mansion was in chaos, he escaped, and Young Master happened to find an excuse to step down?

  Wu Yi's mind was unclear, and he followed the guards down in a daze.

  Song Mo's forehead was beaded with fine sweat.

  He pulled out a very ordinary ceramic medicine bottle from his bosom, like those peddlers selling patent medicines on the street, and poured out a bright red pill, about the size of a lotus seed, and ordered the people around him: "Get me a glass of water."

  The guard inexplicably poured a cup of water over him.

  After taking the medicinal pill, Song Mo felt much better.

  Xiaolong walked in and saw that his face changed greatly, he quickly stepped forward and anxiously asked: "Young Master, do you want to take a rest?"

  "No need!" Song Mo waved his hand and said calmly, "Have those guards been cleaned up?"

  "Some of them escaped......" Xiaolong lowered his head in guilt, "I've already sent people to chase after them..."

  "Never mind!" Song Mo laughed and said, "We should at least leave a few people for my father to order around, right?" Then he said, "Put all the corpses in the middle of the main courtyard. We'll wait for my father in the Yizhitang Hall." As he spoke, he brushed off his sleeves, revealing an unprecedented ease.

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  Brothers and sisters, today's update.

  o(n_n)o~

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