Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Bai Ziyu nodded:

"it is good!"

"Then let me ask you, did Gong Mojue teach you what you just said?"

Jin Wanliang's expectant gaze instantly turned to shock:

"Bai Ziyu, how do you know? Did someone else teach me to say that?"

Realizing what he had said, he sighed in annoyance:

"I'm really asking for trouble. I don't even know how many times you've played me for a fool. And you still think you can..."

I managed to keep it from you.

Bai Ziyu nodded:

"Your brain is indeed only suited for accounting, not for scheming."

Jin Wanliang looked at him, his serious and earnest expression making him so angry that he rolled his eyes. He suddenly stood up and slammed his head against the ceiling with a loud bang.

The pain shot through him again, causing him to bend over, grimace, and twist for a long time before finally rubbing his head and looking at Bai Ziyu:

"Forget it, I see now. I shouldn't have asked you these questions. I just made myself uncomfortable."

"No matter what, I am still sorry for what happened today. Don't worry, I will have someone send the ten thousand taels of gold to the main branch of Jishantang as soon as I get back."

"Also, I will give this to Mo Jue as you asked me to."

After saying that, he looked up warily at the roof of the car, bent down a little, lifted the curtain, and stepped out.

"Gold ten thousand liang!"

Jin Wanliang turned around and met Bai Ziyu's slightly furrowed brows and worried eyes.

A strange light flashed in Jin Wanliang's eyes, but he quickly suppressed his usual carefree smile.

"What? Let me tell you, even if you flirt with me again, ten thousand taels of gold is the maximum!"

Bai Ziyu, upon seeing him, clearly knew what he wanted to ask, but this was a way of telling him that he neither wanted to nor would answer.

In the end, she didn't. When pressed further, she looked at him earnestly and solemnly said, word by word:

"Jin Wanliang, I don't care why you're siding with Gong Mojue. But I still have to remind you, your path will be very, very difficult."

"One wrong move, and the destruction could not only be yourselves, but could also be the destruction of our entire Great Yong. Do you understand?"

Jin Wanliang's playful laughter, however, took on a serious and somber tone in that instant.

"Even if we do nothing, how long do you think the Great Yong Dynasty, which is already fundamentally corrupt, can hold on if things continue like this?"

After saying that, he turned around and got off the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Bai Ziyu sat there with a complex expression, lost in his own thoughts, remaining motionless for a long time.

~~~~~~

"Who...who is it?! How dare they scheme against me? They're asking for it!"

At this moment, Situ Yue was like a madwoman. Her delicate and beautiful face was twisted into a terrifying shape, like a demon crawling out of hell.

She relentlessly and desperately swept everything within her reach and around her to the ground.

Qiqiao knelt on the ground, burying her head deeply, trying her best to minimize her presence. Her face, buried in her chest, was filled with deep fear, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Situ Yue vented her anger, but instead of calming down, she seemed even angrier. Her chest heaved violently, and her whole body trembled.

Suddenly, she noticed Qiqiao kneeling to one side.

Seeing her trembling, his anger intensified. He grabbed a vase and smashed it hard on Qiqiao's head.

"Why are you shaking? Why are you shaking? Am I that scary? Are you afraid of me?"

Qiqiao was smashed in the head, bleeding profusely and looking utterly disheveled. However, she bit her lip tightly and refused to utter a single cry.

Because she knows.

The more she screamed, the more brutal the beatings she received.

So, even though she was already teetering on the brink of collapse, she stubbornly persisted, kneeling there, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy:

"No, no, miss, I... I wasn't... I wasn't afraid of you!"

Situ Yue, however, grabbed a feather duster from the side and slammed it down on her again, her voice icy:

"I told you to kill a bitch, what kind of job did you do? How could you let Zhou Ruifen and Wang Ziyue, those two sluts, die there?"

Qiqiao was so frightened that she kowtowed even faster, causing the blood that was already dripping down to flow even faster.

Even so, Qiqiao couldn't care less about that. She only knew how to stammeringly explain:

“Miss, I don’t know what happened either. I clearly saw that the two of them brought her into the courtyard. They just had to come out as agreed.”

"I rushed off to serve you. Little did I expect they would... would..."

Situ Yue roared:

"Enough with the nonsense. If it wasn't done well, it wasn't done well."

As she spoke, she seemed to explode with rage again, pulling out the gold hairpin from her hair and staring at Qiqiao with a sinister look, a cruel smile playing on her lips:

"Since you're so useless, there's no need to keep you around."

Qiqiao was terrified and finally collapsed to the ground, pressing her hands onto the shards and cutting herself several more times.

Ignoring the pain, he crawled backward in terror, pleading:

"No, miss, miss, please spare me, please spare me!"

Situ Yue looked at her pitiful appearance, a bloodthirsty pleasure flashing in her eyes. Holding the gold hairpin, she rushed to her side, grabbed her hair, and exposed her neck.

Then, his eyes, bloodshot, stared at her snow-white neck, completely ignoring the pleading and terror in her eyes. He leaned close to her ear and, in the deepest voice, uttered the most terrifying words:

"Didn't you say you were absolutely loyal to me and would die for me?!"

"Then, now, die!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised the golden hairpin high and plunged it fiercely down towards Qiqiao's neck!

"stop!"

A cold, angry shout abruptly stopped Situ Yue in her stabbing motion.

The sharp tip of the hairpin had already sunk into the skin of Qiqiao's neck, and beads of blood were seeping out.

Situ Yue looked up, saw the person who had arrived, and a flicker of fear flashed in her eyes. She awkwardly tossed the Qiqiao bracelet aside, muttering:

"Dad, why are you here?"

The newcomer was tall and imposing, yet he possessed none of the crudeness of a warrior. Instead, he exuded an indescribable scholarly air, making him appear elegant and refined.

If you didn't know he was the prime minister, who would recognize him as the military general who once fought alongside the Marquis of Zhenbei?

However, this handsome and elegant man had a pair of unfathomable eyes that exuded a chilling aura.

At this moment, those eyes were fixed calmly on Situ Yue.

This caused Situ Yue, who was already frantic and furious, to quickly quiet down. She lowered her head, looking like a little girl who had done something wrong and was afraid of being scolded.

Situ Xiong stopped looking at Situ Yue and instead looked at Qi Qiao, who was lying on the ground, covered in blood, trembling with fear, and in a terrible state.

He instructed in a slow voice:

"Take her away and give her proper treatment!"

Qiqiao snapped out of her daze, realizing she was saved. She struggled desperately to her knees and kowtowed to Situ Xiong:

"Thank you, Prime Minister. Thank you, Prime Minister."

She failed to see the strange, mocking look in the eyes of Steward Wang, who was standing at the door, as he watched her being dragged away by the servant.