Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

No matter from which side you look at it, the trace of blood left behind is a capital letter "DEATH".

How rampant!

Soon a servant recognized the style of the two pairs of trousers. They belonged to the An Ning Marquis’s family...the second young master Yang Wei!

Something happened to Commissioner Yang!

And something big happened!

His two legs were chopped off and nailed to the plaque of the marquis' mansion with a sword.

This is no longer just a slap in the face, but a severe humiliation to the An Ning Marquis's Mansion, rubbing the An Ning Marquis's face on the ground. To put it more seriously, this is a naked provocation!

"Where's the evil son!"

"Where's that evil boy?"

Everyone in the Marquis's Mansion was in a panic.

Marquis An Ning's rotten heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Here he comes, he really comes, the assassin really comes to take revenge, and in such a cruel way, he directly presses his face to the ground and rubs it!

Marquis An Ning couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.

"Find him for me. I want him alive or his body dead."

The second son of the marquis had his legs chopped off and hung on a plaque, shocking the entire capital.

The Marquis of An Ning finally used his privilege to put great pressure on the government and the Dali Temple, asking them to find the murderer quickly and dig deep to find him.

Three days later.

Not only was there no trace of the assassin found, but even the second son Yang Wei was nowhere to be found.

"Useless! These damn officials are useless and just eat for free!"

Marquis An Ning just couldn't believe that even with the combined power of most of the bureaucrats in the capital, they still couldn't find a small thief.

It is obvious that his An Ning Marquisate usually keeps a low profile and has no obvious enemies in the court or the country. Its reputation is also that of a peaceful family, friendly brothers, and harmonious children.

How did such a thing happen?

Who wants to persecute their family?

He was so angry that he had no appetite to eat the buns made by the new chef.

Speaking of buns.

The buns are full of flavor and juicy, and the meat is tender and refreshing.

Marquis An Ning had eaten so many delicacies from land and sea, but he had never tasted anything so delicious.

Not like pork or beef.

It’s a pity that the chef said that the secret recipe he brought was not enough and he only had this batch.

You have to wait until next month to eat it.

Forget it, no more!

The most urgent task is to find that prodigal son Yang Wei!

Two more days.

It was actually the height of summer.

Under the scorching heat, the side yard was filled with the stench of a highly decomposed corpse, and the stench drifted far away through the paper windows.

Even the adjacent yards were affected.

Five days after Yang Wei's legs were cut off, the servants finally found Yang Wei dying in a remote corner.

Flies and insects were flying around the cross-section of the severed legs, and one could even see small white insects wriggling in the flesh and blood.

By the time Marquis An Ning and his wife arrived, Yang Wei was already on the verge of death. He was not only pale and emaciated, but also extremely skinny.

When Yang Wei was not found.

The Marquis still had a glimmer of hope, hoping that as long as Yang Wei wasn't found, he might be safe. Those two legs might belong to someone else.

But now it was discovered that the missing Yang Wei was either somewhere else or in his own yard!

The wife of the Marquis could not accept such a shocking scene for a while. Her eyes rolled back, she became so angry that she fainted.

Marquis An Ning covered his mouth and nose, almost vomiting from the stench.

He fixed his eyes.

The person lying on the bed was really his second son Yang Wei!

Moreover, his legs were chopped off by an assassin, and he can no longer walk. He will have to be a useless person in a wheelchair for the rest of his life!

Although Marquis An Ning had some grievances against his son Yang Wei, he could not bear to see him suffer, so he specially invited a famous doctor in the capital to treat Yang Wei.

Although both legs are gone, the wounds cannot be left to rot.

But the doctor just shook his head helplessly.

"My Lord, it's not that I can't treat him, it's just that the murderer is so cruel!"

"The murderer picked out all the good meat from the young master's legs!"

Upon hearing this, Marquis An Ning suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"And they used poison to make the young master lose the feeling in his legs."

"The inability to feel anything means it's out of the body's control. This leg is probably completely useless!"

The chances of recovery are slim.

Even if a successor of the Mohist mechanism suddenly appeared and gave Yang Wei a prosthetic limb, it would be of no avail.

"How unreasonable! How unreasonable!"

Who on earth had his An Ning Marquis Mansion offended that the other party would use such a vicious poison!

For a time, everyone in the marquis's mansion was in panic.

Yang Wei only had his legs cut off.

But he is not dead yet!

Who knows if that skilled assassin will come again to take Yang Wei's life?

Even though everyone in the Marquis' Mansion tried to conceal the fact that Yang Wei had gotten into trouble.

But there is no wall that is completely airtight.

The news that the second son of the Marquis of An Ning had his legs cut off had spread to other noble families in the capital.

If the assassin was just watching before coming to the capital.

When the assassin really managed to break into a house, especially a marquis's house, the noble families all took their own actions.

Those who wanted to call off their engagements did so, those who wanted to cancel their verbal engagements annulled their contracts, and they all drew a clear line with the An Ning Marquis' Mansion.

The An Ning Marquis Mansion, which was in the limelight, became the target of public criticism.

No matter how good their reputation was in the past, people would use one reason to refute the people from An Ning Marquis Mansion.

A fly doesn't bite an egg without a crack. Why did the assassin choose your house instead of killing others?

There is no completely clean family in the world. There are always some corrupt families. The closer the power is to the imperial power, the more so.

It’s just that this time, Marquis An Ning was unable to deal with the trouble caused by his own son.

But there are always exceptions.

Marquis An Ning is a marquis, and there are always people who want to curry favor with him.

A merchant who started out as a butcher and donated some money to get a small official position came to the door.

The man was a burly fellow with a round waist and thick arms. His skin was dark from working outside for a long time. He also looked like a gangster.

He held the marriage contract arranged by his parents, as well as the most important thing - the token of An Ning Hou, a jade pendant engraved with the word An Ning.

"Hey, old man, is this engagement still valid?"