Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

After the three of them finished their meal, Yan Nansheng took the two of them to Zhang's house.

I originally wanted to find someone to ask for directions, but I didn't expect that there was no need to ask for directions at all. People in groups of three or four on the street were discussing the Zhang family.

Yan Nansheng followed the crowd and found the Zhang family.

At the corner of a remote alley in the capital, many people are gathering in front of the Zhang family's door.

The alley is a bit run-down. The moss on the corners tells of the vicissitudes of time, and the surrounding walls are also a bit mottled and peeling.

Although the Zhang family's gate still retains some of its former majesty, it cannot hide its current state of desolation.

A red sedan was parked at the door, with several bearers and servants standing around it.

However, the eldest son of the Minister of Revenue who caused the trouble did not show up.

It seems that the son of the Minister of Revenue does not need to come in person to take a concubine.

Several doctors carrying medicine boxes were also stopped outside the door, and they all looked anxious.

"Human life is at stake, young man, please let me in. Your family is here to marry a girl, and if someone's life is involved, I'm afraid you will be criticized." An old doctor advised earnestly.

Yan Nansheng was standing in the crowd, and upon hearing that, he couldn't help but look at the old doctor once more.

The boy crossed his arms, held his head high, and looked arrogant.

With a look of contempt on his face, he shouted at the top of his voice: "How dare this poor Zhang family take advantage of Qiao? It's a great honor for our young master to be interested in his young lady!"

"Humph, the mistress of the Yan family actually dared to refuse. She is simply asking for death! Does she think she is still a lady of the Yan family?"

"The Yan family has disappeared for so many years. Do you still think you are some precious person? In front of our young master, you are nothing!"

After saying that, he spat fiercely on the ground, and the muscles on his face seemed a little distorted because of arrogance.

The other servants echoed this, with their mouths crooked, their eyes squinting, and their faces full of disdain.

Some of them hugged their arms, some shook their legs, as if the Zhang family was like ants in their eyes.

One of the servants said sarcastically, "That's right. You don't even know your own weight. You dare to disobey the young master. You are courting death."

The other one pouted with a look of disgust: "The Zhang family can just wait for bad luck!"

Mo Qing, who was beside him, was so angry that his face turned blue. He was about to step forward and kick the arrogant servant away, but was stopped by Yan Nansheng.

Yan Nansheng took a quick step forward, seemingly without much effort, and the servant who was speaking flew out like an arrow from a bow, hit the wall hard, and bounced to the ground.

The boy's face was filled with pain, so much so that he couldn't even cry out.

Everyone was so frightened by this sudden scene that they lost their voices and stood there in a daze.

It took me a while to react as if I had just woken up from a dream.

At this time, Yan Nansheng had already walked up and knocked on the Zhang family's door.

Mo Qing instantly smiled and walked forward to explain his purpose to the Zhang family's servants.

When the servant heard that it was a doctor, he hurriedly invited him in.

Yan Nansheng turned around and looked around. There was absolute silence all around, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

After the door was closed, everyone started talking like crazy.

"This... where did this ruthless guy come from? He even dares to beat the servants of Minister Lu!" A young man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"Looking at this situation, he doesn't look like he comes from a humble family. He might be the son of some powerful family."

A middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes stroked his chin and said thoughtfully.

"From what I can see, no matter which family this young master belongs to, this action is really satisfying! The one on the ground hasn't reacted yet, so I guess he's not going to make it."

An old man stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed.

"Maybe he is from a military general's family. Look at his skills, so clean and neat, not something that ordinary people can do." A man who looked like a scholar also came over to express his opinion.

Everyone was talking and speculating about the identities of Yan Nansheng and the other two, but no conclusion was reached.

Because the capital is such a small place, there are important people everywhere, and there will always be someone who knows the more famous ones.

But the young man just now acted so strangely and yet looked so unfamiliar, which made everyone speculate about his identity.

Ignoring the reactions of the people outside the door, Yan Nansheng and the other two followed the Zhang family's servants and quickly walked into the Zhang family.

Walking into the Zhang family's two-story house, one can still vaguely see the shadow of their former wealth and prosperity, but it is difficult to conceal their current state of desolation.

As you step through the gate, a small courtyard comes into view.

There were many cracks in the stone slabs on the ground, and weeds were growing in the gaps.

The rockery in the corner must have once been exquisitely designed, but now it is missing a few stones and looks dilapidated.

A few withered flowers and trees trembled in the wind, as if telling of the ruthlessness of time.

The tiles on the main house's roof are already quite damaged, and whenever it rains, the house must be dripping.

Although the carvings on the doors and windows are still exquisite, they have lost their former bright colors, and the paint has peeled, making them look mottled and old.

When I walked into the house, the light was dim and there was a smell of decay in the air.

The tables and chairs were placed in a messy manner, the paint was worn off, revealing the wood texture inside.

The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall have turned yellow and the corners are curled.

Walking through the courtyard to the backyard, the former garden is now overgrown with weeds and barren.

The pond of the past has dried up and the mud at the bottom has cracked.

The doors and windows of the side room next door were closed, the window paper was torn, and a creaking sound was made when the wind blew.

The lanterns hanging under the eaves had long faded and were swaying in the wind.

The whole house is filled with an air of decay, as if an old man in his twilight years has lost his former glory under the erosion of time, leaving only a lonely figure, witnessing the rise and fall of his family.

Along the way, Yan Nansheng discovered that there were very few servants in the entire mansion. Only a few old servants were still struggling to keep the family running, and younger servants were rare.

The old servants were busy, and their figures seemed particularly lonely in this empty house.

They were wearing coarse cloth clothes that were washed white and full of patches, and the collars and cuffs of their clothes were worn and frayed.

One old servant's shoe even had a hole at the front, and he walked with a limp.

One of the old servants who was in charge of sweeping the floor had clothes that were too short and didn't fit him well. They must have been old clothes from many years ago, and now he could barely wear them because of his out-of-shape figure.

There was also an old servant who looked like he was in charge of kitchen affairs. His apron was covered in stains and burn holes, but he was reluctant to change it.

The few young servants were dressed in extremely simple clothes, with dull colors and old styles.

They should be the personal attendants and maids of the young masters and young ladies of the Zhang family.

A young servant had trousers with uneven hems, obviously cut and altered by himself.

As for the maids, the only accessories in their hair were a few cheap wooden hairpins, and the clothes they wore were of the simplest styles.

From the number and clothing of these servants, it is not difficult to tell that the Zhang family, once a wealthy family, now lives in very difficult conditions and is struggling to survive in the torrent of time.

All of this was probably due to the relationship with the Yan family, which led to his downfall.