The Imperial Residence.
Wang Xuanlang, the younger brother of Wang Daolin, the current head of the Wang family, was sitting in the study with a gloomy expression. Beside him, a female servant was massaging his shoulders, while the other was kneeling and massaging his legs. The strength was neither light nor heavy, just right.
Wang Daolin, the head of the family, was the Chancellor of the Imperial College in the capital, while Wang Xuanlang was in charge of the family's foundation in Gangzhou.
In Wang Xuanlang's eyes, everything his brother did and read was correct.
However, the only thing he did wrong was to let his son marry the widow. Not only did he kill his son, whom the family had high hopes for, but he also brought shame to the Wang family.
All these years, he had written letters to his elder brother, who had disregarded public opinion and insisted on bringing the wanton widow into the family. He had been quite resentful and resentful, but his elder brother had been obstinate and refused to drive the woman out of the Wang family.
This was great. The Second Young Master of Yan Bei had come to Yang Zhou.
Wang Xuanlang, who was extremely angry, threw the book in his hand on the table, scaring the two maidservants so much that their bodies trembled and they inadvertently increased the strength of their hands.
Wang Xuanlang felt a burst of pain. This scholar, who was still quite strong, was different from other Jiangnan Taoists, who were weak. Although Wang Xuanlang could endure the pain, the lowly servants were not good enough to serve him. They were immediately slapped by him.
A palm print instantly appeared on their pink and smooth faces. Only then did Wang Xuanlang's mood improve slightly. He ordered a maidservant to bring a pot of wine.
At this moment, a cold snort came from the door.""If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it!"
The two maidservants 'faces were as white as snow. In contrast, the handprints on their faces turned even redder.
Wang Xuanlang waved his hand irritably, and they quickly lowered their heads and left. They did not even dare to call out respectfully and only fled in a hurry because the people who came had never liked them to talk, saying that they would dirty her ears.
An old woman with a wrinkled face stood at the door. Her expression was cold and gloomy. She had a face that did not have any fortune to speak of. It looked sinister.
The old woman said in a strange tone," When I came here, I met that b * tch. She even paid her respects to me. Such a virtuous daughter-in-law, Wang Xuanlang. Only you can pick her out!" What a great blessing!"
"Elder brother, I'm your father," said Wang Xuanlang coldly.”
The old woman sneered, her voice like a malicious ghost." What a casual way of saying that there's no other way. My son was killed because of you!"”
"Quan 'er is also my son!" Wang Xuanlang said angrily.”
"Wang Xuanlang, you have several sons, but I only have one son, Quan 'er!" The old woman sneered.”
"I'm going to read," Wang Xuanlang said helplessly.”
The old woman stared at her husband, who was supposed to help and respect each other. Her face was twisted as she turned around and said," Wang Xuanlang, don't forget who my father is. It's fine that you didn't stop that notorious widow from entering the mansion back then, but if you dare to let that little bastard Xu enter the mansion this time, I'll teach you a lesson!”
After she left, Wang Xuanlang tore a saint's book in half and leaned against the chair, panting.
The butler hurried over and knocked on the door with a flustered expression. Ignoring his usual etiquette, he bent over and whispered a shocking piece of news that shook the entire city.
Wang Xuanlang's expression changed after hearing that. His ten fingers gripped the chair tightly. This Jiangnan celebrity, who was praised by his late father for being calm in every major event, revealed a touch of fear and muttered,"What should we do?"
In the Daliang Dynasty,
The doors of the residences of ordinary wealthy and noble families would usually not be opened, especially for a deep-rooted noble family like the Wang family. It would not be opened for any random guest.
Xu Heyun looked at the tightly shut middle door. No one came to welcome him.
Given the Wang family's status in Jiangnan Road, it was impossible for them not to know about the commotion in the city just now.
The Wang family's attitude was clear that they did not intend to open the door to welcome Xu Heyun into the Prince's mansion. They did not even intend to let him in.
"Tear it down!"
With a command, the one who took the initiative to step forward was actually Yuan Jingming. He pinched his wrist and said in a clear voice,"Young Master, let me handle this."
"In the early years, when I followed Godfather to battle, not to mention the main gate, I even tore down many city gates. It had been many years since he had tried it, and his hands were really itchy.”
Xu He Yun nodded and stepped aside.
Yuan Jingming walked to the front door of the Prince's mansion and raised his arm, seemingly touching the door inadvertently.
"Bang!"
A loud sound entered Xu Heyun's ears.
He saw that the wide door was broken into pieces and scattered in the mansion.
The butler, who was standing behind the door, fell to the ground like a dead fish. It was obvious how powerful it was.
Before Xu Heyun and the others entered the manor, a middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed in white linen clothes walked out. He was dressed in simple and plain clothes, and behind him was an elegant little servant. He held an ancient sword in his hands. The ebony sheath was different from the awe-inspiring sword Qi of ordinary famous swords. When the sword was sheathed, there was no sword will.
The plain and shabby middle-aged man looked at the butler who had died in the courtyard and sighed softly. The middle door had been completely destroyed. Yuan Jingming and the Confucian scholar in the courtyard looked at each other.
The middle-aged man of the Wang Clan bowed slightly and said indifferently,""Today, the king's mansion has been rude to the guests. As a steward, this person should be punished, but not to death.”
Yuan Jingming himself was also an expert who had touched the threshold of Celestial Phenomenon. When he sensed the other party's sword intent, he immediately clenched the saber in his hand. The murderous aura that he exuded from the battlefield was somewhat different from the aura of Jianghu people.
The scholar next to him, who was not holding a book but a sword, bowed and said to Yuan Jingming,"I am the Prince of Huting, Bai Jie.”
Just as the two of them were about to clash with each other, they heard the sound of footsteps behind them.
The person who came was a charming woman. Before she got close, she called him Little Uncle.
Wang Baijie, the youngest and most laid-back of the Huting Wang family's Glittering Jewel Seven Jades, had a sorrowful expression on his face. He swiped his finger back, and everyone only saw a faint blue light. The Ancient Sword of Tyrannical Elegance, which had revealed one finger, was sheathed again.
The Suzhou Sword Immortal was the youngest son of the Wang family's previous family head. He was much younger than the eldest son of the current family head, Wang Daolin. He was extremely talented, but he was not famous for his small profits. He was not keen on power in the court, nor was he interested in flipping through books.
He had devoted himself to the study of swordsmanship and had yet to get married. Naturally, he did not have any children. He rarely appeared in the Imperial Residence. Among the influential family members in the Imperial Residence, he was the only one who was truly close to Xu Zhitong. He, who had no children, mostly treated Xu Zhitong as half a daughter.
Xu Heyun was naturally very clear about this, so he had a good impression of this Suzhou Sword Immortal.
The destruction of the Center Gate had long since attracted the attention of the entire Wang Clan. No matter how restricted Xu Zhitong was in the Imperial Residence, she was still the first to receive the news.
She knew about her second brother's departure from Yan Jing, so she naturally had a general understanding of the itinerary. However, she was finally sure that her brother had arrived in Yangchun City.
Xu Zhitong quickly brushed past her brother-in-law, Wang Baijie. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw Xu Heyun standing not far away. Tears welled up in her eyes, as if she had been wronged.
"Little brother."
She bit her lips and tried her best not to cry.
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