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Lai Zhiwei led his group away swaggeringly. An elderly man behind him, seeing that he wasn't heading towards the front hall or the ancestral hall, tremblingly stepped forward. "Young...Young Master, the Master said...said..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lai Zhiwei stopped and turned to look at him coldly without saying a word. The old man immediately knelt down and buried his head in the ground. "Young master, if... what about the master..." If this ancestor doesn't go to receive punishment today, when the master returns, it will be the servants who suffer in the end.

"Did I say I wouldn't go to receive the punishment? Who do you think you are, to have the audacity to speak up?" Lai Zhiwei looked down at the man on the ground with disdain, thinking that a mere servant dared to act like he had a grudge.

Before accepting his punishment, he absolutely had to give that snitch a good beating first.

One of the shrewd servants behind Lai Zhiwei immediately stepped forward, pulled the man up from the ground, and slapped him across the face, muttering angrily, "You old bastard, what business is it of yours to interfere in the young master's affairs?"

The slaps landed heavily on the old man's emaciated face, and the other servants who were watching couldn't help but lower their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their clothes.

These were all old men who had served the master for many years and had influence over him. If the young master could even beat him, what chance would they have against these lowly lackeys?

"What is your brother doing?"

Just when everyone thought that this man's life was about to end here, a deep, gentle voice rang out.

Lai Zhiwei turned around and looked at the person who had just spoken a few steps away, curling his lips into a sneer, "Oh, I haven't even come looking for you yet, but you've come here on your own."

The newcomer, unhurried and with a puzzled expression, asked, "Brother, what makes you say that?"

"Lai Binyu, you're still pretending." Lai Zhiwei strode forward, raised his hand, and punched the man in the face without mercy. "What else can you do besides tattle on me?"

This sudden attack completely caught everyone off guard. Although the two had a long-standing feud, the eldest son had never actually resorted to violence like this before.

At first, Lai Binyu was clearly stunned by the blow. The servant behind him cried out in fright and tried to help, but was stopped by three servants who ran over from the opposite side, shouting, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" They seemed to be trying to break up the fight, but in reality, they were trying to stop him.

A group of petty men. Lai Binyu's servant tried to break free from their grasp with both hands and feet, but he was no match for their fists. He could only angrily shout at the still-unresponsive man in the middle, "Young Master... Young Master, stop hitting him!"

After taking several punches, the pain on his face brought Lai Binyu back to his senses. He immediately raised his fist to fight back. Neither of them had ever practiced martial arts, and they soon began to wrestle together without any strategy.

"You think you can get away today even if I don't tell on you? If it weren't for me, you probably wouldn't even be alive today. Instead of thanking me, you repay kindness with enmity." Lai Binyu also used all his strength to smash the other person's face...

Leisurely Flowers and Flowing Water Courtyard

Zheng Zhian stood on the right side of the courtyard by the purple bamboo, looking up and holding a broken bamboo twig in his hand, fiddling with the bamboo worms that were slowly crawling forward on the bamboo leaves.

After listening to Sanba's report on the situation in the prison, and mentioning what happened to the two brothers in the front yard, she turned around and looked at the dark figure standing not far away with a strange expression. "Are you sure it was that third young master of the Lai family who said that?"

Sanba respectfully replied, "It was indeed him who said it."

He saw it on his way back. Although it was just a fight between the two brothers and not very important, he still felt he should tell his master.

"From now on, keep an eye on Prefect Lai Zhihong." Zheng Zhian turned around with great interest and used a thin bamboo stick to push the bamboo worm that had crawled a short distance back into place.

"Yes," Sanba replied, and quickly disappeared from the spot.

Danqin, who was brewing tea, looked at her master, who was so relaxed, and felt a complex mix of emotions. Back in the capital, her master at least had some of the joy and mischief that people his age should have.

"Your Highness, is there anything we need to do?" She really couldn't figure out what the princess was thinking.

Based on what Sanba just said, that third young master of the Lai family must know something, but the princess sent someone to keep an eye on Lai Zhihong. What's the reason for that?

Zheng Zhian played with the bamboo worms for a while, then remembered someone saying that these things could be fried and eaten. Just thinking about it made her mouth water; she had never tried them before.

Thinking of this, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve, brushed off the bamboo worms she was teasing, and continued searching among the bamboo leaves. To Danqin's words, she casually replied, "We'll talk about it tomorrow." Feeling that it was too hard on her eyes to try to make a dish out of these bamboo leaves with just her two eyes, she shouted loudly, "Yuanming, Lingfei, stop fighting! There's something fun to do, come quickly!"

Seeing her reaction, Danqin opened her mouth, but in the end, she suppressed her habitual worry and reluctantly got up, asking, "What does the princess want to do?"

Since I can't do anything outside, I should find something to do. It's better than being idle and overthinking.

Ling Fei and Yuan Ming also flew back from the neighboring courtyard. Yuan Ming stopped beside Zheng Zhi'an, following her movements, and asked in a low voice, "What fun thing is it?"

Zheng Zhian handed him the handkerchief. "Look for this." Bamboo worms are milky white; he should be able to tell what they are.

Thinking of this, a brilliant idea flashed in her mind, "Find more for me." These things on bamboo leaves are like a rapid X-ray scan in his eyes.

Lifting the hem of his robe, Yuan Ming quickly leaped up and down between the bamboo rafts, asking in bewilderment, "What do you need this for?" What's the use of this insect? Can it be used to raise Gu worms?

"Eat." Sure enough, his efficiency was unmatched by ordinary people. Zheng Zhi returned to the stone bench with peace of mind, picked up a peach from the fruit plate that Dan Qin had already peeled, and put it directly into his mouth. Instantly, the juice of the fruit spread quickly in his mouth.

While eating, he nodded and said, "Sweet!"

Danqin had been searching for bamboo worms for a while, but she only found one after a long time, while the other side had found quite a few. Her enthusiasm was instantly dampened, so she simply returned to the stone table, sat down, picked up her teacup, drank tea, and quietly watched him jump around.

"Ling Fei, come and sit down. Here, have some fruit." Zheng Zhian saw Ling Fei standing to the side with a blank expression and called him over to watch the monkey-like performance.

Although it's not very ethical, with him around, everyone else seems superfluous.

"Princess, there's no small kitchen here, and..." Danqin admired the food for a while before remembering that her mistress had just said she wanted to eat this, but there was no kitchen here to cook it.

Judging from the people standing at the door, they probably wouldn't let them out easily, let alone ask for something as outrageous as borrowing the kitchen.

He placed the empty fruit pits on the plate, naturally accepted the handkerchief handed to him by Danqin, and casually replied, "Don't worry, you'll get to eat some eventually."

Ling Fei picked up the cup and drank the tea in one gulp, glancing at her without making a sound.