Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Chu Yueli left the Mo Wang Mansion without knowing what she was thinking.

In stark contrast to Chu Yueli, Chu Xiaohe was reluctant to leave.

Inside the carriage, Chu Xiaohe was still studying the moves he had just exchanged with Jing Lei, completely absorbed in the experience.

Chu Yueli hadn't seen him laugh so heartily in a long time.

As soon as he returned to the Duke's mansion, he saw Chu Yi rushing over.

Chu Yueli shook her head at him from afar. She turned back to look at Chu Xiaohe, who was still pondering the moves, and said, "Brother, I need to go see Grandfather. You should go back and organize the moves you learned today."

"Okay!" Chu Xiaohe didn't stop and immediately walked towards his courtyard.

As he walked along, still deep in thought, Chu Yueli was genuinely worried that he might not see the path ahead and fall headfirst.

However, ever since his brother injured himself, he has never been happy. Although he doesn't say it, Chu Yue Li knows that he has completely given up on his life.

It's truly rare to be so happy today.

After Chu Xiaohe had walked away, Chu Yueli immediately went to Chu Yi: "What is it?"

"The Earl has arrived with his family, saying he wants to see the Duke." Chu Yi lowered his voice and whispered, "A whole bunch of them came at once, making a fuss and demanding..."

"What do you want?" Chu Yueli's eyes darkened, and she immediately walked towards the Huiyan Pavilion where the Duke lived.

Chu Yi followed behind her, hesitatingly saying, "The gist of it is that the eldest young master... the eldest young master is unwell, and the Duke's mansion's incense offerings... in short, they want the Chu family's assets."

Chu Yueli knew this would happen sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to come so quickly.

When Chu Yueli arrived at Huiyan Pavilion, she indeed saw a group of people blocking the entrance to the courtyard.

We haven't gone in yet!

She breathed a huge sigh of relief.

However, judging from the guards and servants of their household, they must have had a hard time stopping them.

Someone else got beaten up.

Chu Yue Li then noticed that Chu Yi also had a handprint on his face. She hadn't seen it in her anxiety earlier, but she could see it clearly now.

A pang of sadness welled up inside me: "I'm sorry, thank you for your hard work."

These people from Second Uncle's family can't be hit or driven away, so we can only use a human wall to block them. However, they have bad tempers and will hit people at will. Chu Yi and the others can't fight back, so they are at a great disadvantage.

Although Chu Yi was just a guard, he had been by her and her elder brother's side for many years and often personally fought on the front lines, making him a meritorious figure.

Unexpectedly, she still got slapped. How could she not feel hurt?

"Miss, I'm fine, please go on over there." Chu Yi smiled at her.

As a subordinate, I am already very fortunate to be treated sincerely by the young master and young lady. What are a few slaps?

Chu Yueli nodded, putting these matters aside for the time being, and quickly walked towards the crowd.

Before they even arrived, they heard Li, the eldest daughter-in-law of the second great-uncle, shouting loudly: "You've been preventing us from seeing the Duke, have you already harmed him? Get out of the way! If you don't, don't blame us for being impolite!"

In her hand, she held a gleaming knife.

Just as he drew his knife, a light, airy voice came from behind him: "An assassin! Men, seize the assassin and beat him to death!"

The voice was very soft, even melodious, sounding like a girl softly singing a song!

But should we beat them to death?

These four words don't refer to singing any particular song!

Chu Yi's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, saying, "Yes, sir!"

He rushed forward in a flash, not caring who it was; anyone holding a knife was an assassin.

With a snap, Li was thrown to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

She didn't know where Chu Yi got the stick from, but it hit her on the back.