The boss is coming, the scumbag is going to be in trouble

"Master, Miss, you...you can't go in..." Although the servant at the door saw Xihe's cruelty, he still stood in front of Xihe tremblingly.

"boom--!"

Xihe raised his foot and slammed the servant's foot heavily on the closed door, and the two heavy doors fell to the ground.

The loud noise attracted many servants armed with sticks. A slightly plump middle-aged man walked out of the crowd and looked at Xihe with a sullen face: "Who dares to cause trouble in front of the Marquis' Mansion?"

"Your aunt." Xihe replied coldly.

"How dare you..." Before the butler could finish his words, the frightened old nanny quickly came to the butler's side and whispered a few words.

"So it's the eldest lady! I'm so sorry, so sorry..." After hearing what the old nanny said, the housekeeper looked at Xihe with a smile, especially the sarcastic tone in which the word "eldest lady" was said.

"Clap clap clap..."

Xihe raised his hand and slapped the butler several times. The last slap was particularly powerful, and the butler flew backwards.

He fell to the ground with a bang. The severe pain made him unable to move for a while. He could only lie there, enduring the physical pain and the humiliation in his heart.

When the others saw what happened to the housekeeper, they raised their sticks and retreated, not daring to look at Xihe.

The old nanny and the little maid had already knelt on the ground. They were now terrified of Xihe and looked at him trembling all over.

Xihe didn't look at the two of them. She picked a few petals when passing by the flower tree. She flicked them casually and several wounds deep enough to see the bones appeared on their faces.

"Ahhhh..." The screams scared the people. They dropped the sticks in their hands and fled in all directions.

Xihe walked leisurely to the front hall. The escaped servant had already reported what happened at the door to Marquis Taiping.

Marquis Taiping sat in the front hall, looking at the door angrily. When he didn't see Xihe, a feeling of disgust arose in his heart.

"My Lord, anger is harmful to your health." Madam Sheng Shan stepped forward and gently persuaded him.

"Miss, you've suffered a lot these years. You didn't even know your own identity. Now that you know, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Taiping Hou Yang Hao asked in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid he has some resentment towards us..." Sheng Shan sighed and said softly.

"She dares to feel resentful." Yang Hao said coldly.

A hint of pride flashed in Sheng Shan's eyes. Just as she put her hand on Yang Hao and said something, she heard light footsteps.

They looked up at the door and saw Xihe with a cold face.

When they saw Xihe, it was as if they saw the superior in the palace. No, the aura of Xihe was even stronger than that of the superior in the palace.

"Aren't you talking very lively? Go on, I'm listening." Xihe found a stool and sat down, glancing at them lightly.

"How dare you! Don't you know how to greet your parents when you meet them?" Yang Hao shouted harshly after coming to his senses.

"Do I know you?" Xihe sneered coldly.

"You, you, you..." Yang Hao was so angry that his whole body trembled when he heard Xihe's words.

"Miss...Miss, how could you treat your father like this?" Sheng Shan hurried forward and stroked Yang Hao's chest while blaming Xihe.

"You didn't grow up in the capital. If what happened today gets out, you will be ridiculed."

"Who are you?" Xihe asked knowingly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"I... I am the mistress of the house..." Sheng Shan answered softly, with a hint of complacency in her voice, but a hint of pride flashed in her eyes.

"Second wife!" Xihe deliberately stretched out his voice and said the two words in a contemptuous tone.

When Sheng Shan heard Xihe's words, her face changed suddenly. What she hated most in her life was anyone saying the word "second wife" in front of her.

These two words not only reminded her of her own identity, but also touched upon the sensitivity and resentment deep in her heart.

"She is your mother, come over here and pay her respects." Yang Hao came back to his senses and pointed at Xihe and yelled.

"Bang!" Xihe flicked his sleeves and threw Yang Hao out. His body drew an arc in the air and finally hit the hard wall heavily, making a dull sound.

"puff--!"

Yang Hao felt a sharp pain spreading from inside his body, and his internal organs seemed to be trembling.

There was a taste of rust in his throat, and he couldn't help but open his mouth. A large amount of fishy blood gushed out, staining the ground in front of him red.

"My Lord..." Sheng Shan screamed and rushed towards Yang Hao, hurriedly checking his injuries.

"My Lord, My Lord, what's wrong with you?" She called out anxiously, her voice full of concern and panic, and her hands trembled as she tried to help Yang Hao up.

"No...it's okay..." Yang Hao's voice trembled as he endured the pain and was helped up by Sheng Shan.

"My Lord, please sit down. Please sit down quickly..." Sheng Shan became even more anxious upon seeing this. She carefully supported Yang Hao, comforted him, and quickly helped him to the stool next to him.

Sheng Shan moved gently, fearing to aggravate Yang Hao's injuries. She carefully helped Yang Hao sit down so that he could rest for a while, while silently praying in her heart that Yang Hao would recover as soon as possible.

Otherwise, she would not be able to defeat this evil creature.

After Yang Hao sat down, he said to Sheng Shan, "Call someone and ask them to bring the family law over."

"My Lord, why don't you take a rest first?" Sheng Shan asked worriedly.

"No need, tell them to do it quickly." Yang Hao shook his head, signaling Sheng Shan to do as he said.

Seeing Yang Hao's insistence, Sheng Shan immediately shouted outside the door, "Someone, come quickly."

Xihe was playing with the petals in her hand boredly, and was indifferent to what the two were doing.

Hearing Sheng Shan's shout, the guards in the courtyard came in one after another with weapons in their hands. When they saw Yang Hao, they immediately knelt down to greet him.

"My Lord, Madam..."

"Get up and capture that evil girl for me." Yang Hao suppressed the severe pain in his heart and gave the order in a deep voice.

"Yes, Lord Marquis." When those people saw Xihe, a little girl, they surrounded her with their bare hands.

Xihe sat gracefully on an exquisite stool, his body as steady as Mount Tai. With a slight movement of his fingers, countless petals floated out of Xihe's hands as if given life, and flew straight towards the guards.

The petals were like sharp daggers, hitting the guards' chests with irresistible force, making a sound like a sharp weapon entering the body.

"Bang bang bang...ahhhh..."

The guards were caught off guard and covered their injured chests one after another, groaning in pain.

They fell to the ground one after another, struggling in pain, unable to resist the sudden attack.

"You, you, you..." Yang Hao didn't expect Xihe's kung fu to be so high.

"What's wrong with me?" Xihe asked lazily.