Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 729: The Duke’s Perfect Counterattack in the Trial (2)_1

Chapter 729: Chapter 729: The Duke’s Perfect Counterattack in the Trial (2)_1

"Thank you, my lord, for not punishing me!" An Jiu, having escaped punishment, quickly kowtowed in thanks, then lifted his head, a puzzled look on his face as he asked Xiao Ruiyuan, "My lord, the one who set the fire is a secretly trained assassin from the Lin Family. Since he targeted Mr. Mo, why didn’t he just eliminate Mr. Mo and then start a fire to burn the prison and destroy the evidence? Yet he did not do so. After setting the fire, he deliberately made noise to alert others. Why is that?"

Seeing his capable subordinate ask such a foolish question darkened Xiao Ruiyuan’s expression. He turned to Xiao Eleven, who was snickering on the side, and commanded, "You, explain it to him! If he remains this foolish in the future, you’ll be the one I question!"

Xiao Eleven’s face stiffened, and he mournfully accepted the order. Looking at An Jiu, who knelt on the ground but whose eyes betrayed a sense of schadenfreude, Xiao Eleven silently ground his teeth and took An Jiu away for some "training."

With two less people, the already quiet study became even more serene.

Xiao Ruiyuan, looking somewhat fatigued, rubbed his temples and rose to stand by the window. He reached out to push the window open, and the light moonlight leapt in, illuminating his nearly perfect profile.

Under the eaves of the opposite roof, Xiao Eleven was "instructing" An Jiu in an exaggerated manner, "How can you be so thick-headed? King Heng sent someone to set the fire just to create the false appearance of silencing a witness and to frame the Crown Prince, leading everyone to believe even more that the mastermind behind the cheating case is the Crown Prince! In the end, it doesn’t matter whether Mr. Mo is interrogated or not. Even a three-year-old can understand this; how come you can’t wrap your head around it? Truly, impatience arises when facing such a blockhead!"

An Jiu, labeled as the "blockhead," retorted defiantly, "As if you’re the only clever one! If you’re really so capable, who was it that sent the weakest brother to Miss Mo’s side, only for me to be punished by our lord with a spanking? How come you didn’t perceive our lord’s intention then? You were following our lord around all day at that time!"

Being pinned down on a stool and spanked is a dark Chapter Xiao Eleven will never forget, and now that An Jiu was scoffingly bringing it up, Xiao Eleven felt his vision blacken with rage, almost rushing forward to throw punches.

An Jiu, seeing Xiao Eleven’s reaction, couldn’t have been more pleased and said smugly, "Back then, I saw right away that our lord had special feelings for Miss Mo. He even taught you to find someone to protect her, yet you picked the two weakest brothers. Weren’t you questioning our lord’s feelings for Miss Mo? Your spanking back then was to make you learn your lesson not to think with your behind. Now it seems the effect wasn’t bad, heh heh!"

Annoyed by An Jiu’s increasingly spirited talk, Xiao Eleven couldn’t bear it anymore and stepped forward to punch him in the stomach, "That’ll shut your damned mouth! Talking about ’leaving me to die’ and hitting your brother hard on the behind. You must’ve let the dogs eat your conscience, not caring at all about the years of hardships we’ve shared..."

An Jiu, caught off guard, took a solid hit that ignited his temper, and he started to exchange blows with Xiao Eleven.

The two fought and bickered at the same time, centering their dispute on who was the real "blockhead". As they argued, they inevitably brought up old stories about their lord and Miss Mo from the Mo Family.

From when they first met to the present, almost every incident was recounted, occasionally interspersed with emotional phrases like "preordained fate" and "a match made in heaven."

Xiao Ruiyuan stood quietly by the bed, listening, his face unexpectedly soft in the moonlight. It seemed he and Yanyan had been through so much!

He reflected earnestly on the past between them, and a faint smile unconsciously formed on his lips.

If it were a "preordained fate," letting Uncle Mo know sooner wouldn’t be an obstacle, would it? He really couldn’t wait any longer!