My Lady Always Lacks Ambition
Chapter 156 - 155: What Sin Has the Zhao Family Committed?

Chapter 156: Chapter 155: What Sin Has the Zhao Family Committed?

Although he was domineering and arrogant, the young master had red lips and white teeth, delicate features, and smooth, fair skin. Coupled with his luxurious clothing, he was like a walking gold mine. It was unclear which family’s pampered and noble young master he was, someone whom people would not dare to take lightly.

Assistant Zhao, too, was a man who had rolled through the ranks of officialdom. Seeing the haughty demeanor of this pretty-faced young master, he dared not act rashly, saying with feigned fierceness but inward timidity, "You, which family’s child are you, do you know where you are, to be causing trouble here? Considering your youth, this official will not be pedantic with you. Go back to wherever you came from."

"Pedantic? That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard in all my years, why don’t you try to be pedantic with me, come on." The young master swaggered forward, directly up to Assistant Zhao, squinting his peach blossom eyes, and poking Assistant Zhao’s chest with his index finger: "If the Young Master didn’t know what this place was, he wouldn’t bother coming. That little wench Zheng Liniang has fled to your place, hand her over, and I’ll ensure you stay alive. Otherwise, don’t blame me for wreaking havoc in your residence."

Crack.

Qin Liuxi cracked a melon seed and said, "I wasn’t wrong, was I? That woman is just a trouble magnet, a tao flower evil spirit, eh, that was quick."

Chen Pi: "!"

Can you please crack those melon seeds a bit quieter? I’m afraid someone will come beat you up.

At the doorway, Assistant Zhao’s heart thumped violently as he heard the young master’s words, having a bad premonition that the young master was indeed here for his sister-in-law.

What kind of powerful evil spirit had this little demon summoned?

"You, I am an official directly commissioned by the Holy Emperor, how dare you behave so recklessly!" Assistant Zhao swallowed hard, feigning composure.

The young master laughed loudly, doubling over and pointing at him with his hand on his belly: "You, you’re the best joke I’ve ever heard, directly commissioned by the Holy Emperor, do you know who the Holy Emperor is to me?"

It was over, the foreboding feeling was getting worse!

"You old turtle, just so you know, the Holy Emperor is my brother-in-law, do you get it?" The young master arrogantly poked Assistant Zhao’s forehead as he spoke.

Brother-in-law?

How many people in this world dare to call the Holy Emperor their brother-in-law?

Naturally, it would be the legitimate brother of the Empress.

And this person before him?

Assistant Zhao suddenly remembered why the carriage looked familiar, as well as this pretty-faced young master’s face and his attire...

My life is over!

Assistant Zhao’s legs went soft, and he knelt with a thump before the young master: "Are you... the Princely Heir of Duke Cheng’en?"

"Indeed, it is I." The young master arrogantly lifted his chin.

Before Assistant Zhao’s eyes, everything went dark.

Da Feng’s current Empress has the surname Mu, born into the noble family of the Duke Wei’s Mansion, with ancestors who were illustrious generals acclaimed for their military merit, many of whom sacrificed for the country. Their family’s accumulated wealth and honor could truly be described as immense.

However, whether it was because the Mu Family had been too aggressive in warfare, damaging their yin virtue, generation after generation of their offspring were sparse. Until Empress Mu’s father’s generation, he and his brother had taken in nearly a hundred concubines between them, yet together they gave birth to sixteen daughters and only one son. They named him Mu Xi.

Mu Xi, the one before us now, is the Holy Emperor’s only brother and the treasured child from both Duke Cheng’en Mansion and Duke Wei’s Mansion, held in their hands for fear of dropping him and cherished in their mouths for fear of melting.

To protect this sole surviving seedling, the two mansions have assigned a great number of Black Armor Guards as bodyguards, ten-fold the usual amount. Not to mention the ones in plain sight, the number of Hidden Guards in secret is also unknown. Even on Mu Xi’s own person, he’s prepared a good deal of peculiar and exotic poisons.

Yeah, these poisons are because his birth mother comes from the Martial World, famously known as the Poison Lady. Conceived in a night of passion with his father, she doesn’t like to be constrained. Therefore, after giving birth to Mu Xi, she didn’t move into the mansion, but instead gave him to the care of the Duchess Cheng’en, to be recorded under the legitimate mother’s name.

However, that doesn’t mean the Poison Lady could forget about her son. She occasionally pays him visits, supplying him with various poisons – and, speaking of which, she has the Green Forest as her backing force, which also serves as Mu Xi’s support.

Thus, although Mu Xi is but a Princely Heir from a Marquis Mansion, due to his uniqueness, he has become an existence as precious and untouchable as a Prince, no, even more prized. After all, messing with those lesser favored Princes might still leave one alive, but offending Mu Xi could lead to relentless pursuit and death by both Duke Cheng’en Mansion and Duke Wei’s Mansion.

Let’s not forget the vengeful Poison Lady’s retribution; with just a dose of her poison, she can obliterate an entire family.

Assistant Zhao shivers all over when he realizes the severity; he trembles like a sieve.

Qin Liuxi tsks and says, "No wonder he’s so arrogant and extravagant; turns out he’s Empress Mu’s own brother."

And he’s full of such intense yin energy, probably due to the abundance of yin over yang in his mansion.

Assistant Zhao feels more desperate than anyone; he thought that getting a warning from Prince Rui was unlucky enough, but there’s no such thing as the unluckiest, only ever more accursed – the Evil God waiting right here for him!

My god, what sin has he committed?

No, that wretched little Li Niang, how on earth did she provoke this Evil God and led him straight to his house? Has she lost her mind?

"Young Master Heir, ah, it’s my blindness, I didn’t recognize the Young Master Heir’s distinguished visit. All because I was reviewing documents too late last night and my old eyes failed to see clearly," Assistant Zhao knees in front of Mu Xi, directly using his sleeve to wipe the back of Mu Xi’s shoes. "Look at this damned dust; it’s dirtied your shoes."

See, the grand official who always stands high above others, his attitude makes a complete 180 degree turn in the presence of someone even stronger and higher; he can’t flaunt any dignity, acting like a small dog wagging its tail frantically at its master.

"Get away from me," Mu Xi lifts his foot and kicks Assistant Zhao away with a look of disgust, saying, "Spare me the pleasantries, I don’t know you. And one more thing, hand over that wench Li Niang to me."

"Young Master Heir, Young Master Heir be well," Mrs. Zheng hurriedly steps out from inside the mansion’s gate, quickly coming before Mu Xi, curtsies, and says: "The Young Master Heir has traveled a long way; our mansion has prepared some modest dishes, please step inside to rest and wait, this concubine will immediately call her younger sister to meet the Young Master Heir."

Mu Xi flicks a gold-plated ball, and with each movement, a small pearl inside the hollow ball makes a crisp, tinkling sound.

Upon hearing Mrs. Zheng’s words, he spits disdainfully, mockery on his lips: "To think that your abode, no better than a latrine, aspires to welcome my presence. Bah, I would disgrace my own feet. Men, demolish the gate."

"Yes."

Demolish, demolish what gate?

Assistant Zhao and Mrs. Zheng haven’t even come to their senses when they see several of the Black Armor Guards, imposing as ever, step forward. Those with swords wield swords; and yes, one of them even carries a pair of pig-slaughtering knives.

Seeing the situation, Assistant Zhao feels darkness before his eyes, his voice pitching high: "Young Master Heir, this is not possible, this must not be done."

Mrs. Zheng turns ashen-faced, leaning against her husband, legs turning to jelly, wishing she could faint away. What curse has the Zhao Family brought upon themselves to encounter such a calamity!

But there they are, several Black Armor Guards standing before the vermillion gates, weapons ready, a flash of blades and swords.

Slash!