The prince is very cruel

"It's him!"

"Look, it's Guan Ning!"

"That short-lived man who won't live past the age of 25. He beat up Young Master Zhao last time, and I didn't expect him to dare to go out again. This is going to be a good show!"

Zhao Qing didn't smile at all. Although his elder brother died, he didn't seem to be affected at all.

He sneered, "Guan Ning, long time no see!"

Pei Nan wanted to step forward, but Guan Ning stopped him. This was a grudge between him, Zhao Qing, and even the Zhao family, and he didn't want to involve Pei Nan.

"It turns out to be Young Master Zhao. It seems that Young Master Zhao's hand is healed and he can go out and walk around." Guan Ning mocked.

Suddenly, Zhao Qing's fat face twisted as he thought of the humiliation of that day.

"Son of a bitch!"

"I think you are looking for death!" Zhao Qing roared.

In an instant, a large number of servants rushed up, and the clattering footsteps frightened the onlookers, who kept retreating.

"Brother Zhao, it turns out he's the bastard who broke your hand!"

"Brothers, we will help you deal with him today!"

"That's right, we'll do whatever you say!" Several domineering young men were ready to fight, but Zhao Qing was slow to give orders, as if he was afraid of something.

He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Guan Ning, I'm giving you one chance now. Kneel down and apologize to me in front of the door of Shangyin Pavilion, and I can spare your life. Otherwise, I will really beat you to death!" He said every word.

Guan Ning was disdainful and directly pointed out: "Are you worried that Lord Xiao from the Censorate will impeach you?"

"Your Zhao family has been in turmoil lately, and you dare not take action. Yet you still say you'll give me a chance. Where do you get the nerve to do that?"

"You!!" Zhao Qing's face turned blue and red after being exposed. He was indeed afraid. After all, Zhao Yidu had returned empty-handed once, and Xiao Changhe had a close relationship with the Guan family. If the matter was reported to the Censorate, he would have a hard time explaining himself.

"Brother Zhao, what are you afraid of?"

"This boy is too arrogant. If we don't teach him a lesson, he won't know which way the coffin is facing!"

"That's right!"

"When have we ever been treated like this!" At this time, his friends added fuel to the fire.

Zhao Qing gritted his teeth. He was ordered to keep a low profile, but it didn't scare Guan Ning. He was already in a difficult situation, but with so many people watching, how could he survive in the future if he didn't take action?

With the others fanning the flames, he got so angry that he yelled, "You son of a bitch, if you don't kneel, don't blame me!"

"Help me, break his hands!"

"Yes!" Many slaves shouted and rushed forward. After all, who was Zhao Qing? He was the only living son of Zhao Tai, and he himself had a title.

"what!"

In an instant, the entire area in front of Shangyin Pavilion was in chaos, with screams and people fleeing in all directions.

Guan Ning was not afraid at all and stood in front of Pei Nan. Pei Nan's guards were also rushing over and a battle was about to break out!

But at this moment, a majestic voice exploded in Shangyin Pavilion.

"presumptuous!!"

The sound was huge, resounding throughout the Shangyin Pavilion, filled with the aura of a superior.

Many people looked over in unison, their eyes filled with shock. "Grand Secretary of the Imperial Academy, Pei Xingwen!"

"Why is Master Pei here?"

"He's also here for the poetry reading?" Many people recognized him and exclaimed in surprise.

Not only them, but even Zhao Qing's gang showed a trace of fear on their faces, and quickly became much more obedient and retreated a little.

"Greetings, Grand Secretary." Zhao Qing performed a great ceremony obediently.

"We greet the Grand Secretary." Everyone inside and outside followed suit and bowed.

Only Pei Nan looked embarrassed and hid behind Guan Ning involuntarily.

Pei Xingwen's dignified and scholarly face stiffened a little, as if he had noticed Pei Nan. He then looked at Zhao Qing: "Master Zhao, what do you want to do?"

"You want to commit murder in broad daylight?"

"Do you want me to go to the palace immediately and report to His Majesty?" He snorted coldly, and cupped his hands in the direction of the palace, showing the toughness of a scholar to the fullest.

But Zhao Qing, this super second-generation rich man, didn't dare to say a word. Although the Grand Secretary was not a high-ranking official and had no military power, Zhao Qing didn't dare to offend him.

Because the Grand Secretary has a high status, the students he teaches are either princes or princesses, or the favorites of the emperor. If they offend him, the emperor may hold them accountable for just the slightest word.