I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The matriarch stood up, turned around, and walked out of the meeting room.

Her steps were as steady as when she came, her skirt sweeping lightly across the floor without leaving a sound.

Several of her adopted sons died last night, but the mistress showed no sadness whatsoever, treating it as a very ordinary event, nothing serious.

She didn't care what the inside story was; as long as the order here remained unchanged, she wouldn't take any action.

The second young master was still slapping himself, blood was already flowing down his chin, but he didn't stop.

The young lady was still kneeling on the ground, not getting up. She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the dark floor in front of her.

This is the absolute authority of the matriarch, and their loyalty.

After a while, the butler came over. He stood in front of the second young master and said in a gentle tone, "Alright, second young master, the mistress has conveyed her meaning. It's fine now."

In a sense, the butler is the mistress's eyes; he can offer his opinions.

The second young master finally stopped. His face was swollen and his mouth was full of blood, but he didn't wipe it away.

The butler then turned to the young lady, his voice still gentle: "Young lady, you heard what the mistress said, now go and do it."

The young lady then slowly stood up.

The second young master glared resentfully at the young lady's retreating figure before leaving the conference room with his men.

The other young masters and ladies, who had remained silent, also stood up one after another, bowed their heads, and left the meeting room.

The butler left, leaving only Zhang Yangqing and the young lady in the conference room.

The young lady turned to look at Zhang Yangqing, a bitter smile on her lips: "Having seen how pathetic I am, are you going to say something?"

Zhang Yangqing looked the young lady up and down, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment. Then, he touched his chin with one hand and said in a serious tone, as if he were making an assessment: "Young lady, you have wrinkles."

This statement is extremely damaging to women.

Even the young lady, who seemed somewhat bloodthirsty and cold-blooded, was taken aback for a moment.

Almost instinctively, she raised her hand to touch the corner of her eye, then the corner of her mouth, and even took out her personal mirror to look at her pretty face.

The young lady's gaze became somewhat flustered, and her tone carried a hint of uncertainty: "Where? Where are the wrinkles?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "In your heart."

The young lady was stunned for a moment.

Her hand remained suspended in mid-air, and she didn't touch it again.

His gaze fell on Zhang Yangqing's face, no longer flustered as before, nor with the shell he had put up to hide something; he simply looked at him.

In one night, four of her beloved younger siblings died. Even excluding the Eighth Young Master, three of them still died.

The young lady is truly heartbroken and exhausted.

Zhang Yangqing turned to leave.

The young lady's voice came from behind, much softer than before: "Will you help me?"

Zhang Yangqing did not turn around: "I was just maintaining order."

There was neither refusal nor agreement.

The young lady was silent for a moment, then said, "May I invite you to dinner? In my room."

Her voice was very ladylike and formal.

Zhang Yangqing turned around and glanced at her, then smiled and said, "It's an honor."

After leaving the conference room, Zhang Yangqing planned to find the housekeeper. There were still many things he needed to handle there, and he also wanted to find a way to obtain some intelligence.

The matter was far from over; the mistress's return was just the beginning. He had barely turned a corner in the corridor when he was stopped.

The second young master and the seventh young master stood side by side in the corridor, clearly waiting for him there on purpose.

The second young master's face was still swollen, and the blood at the corner of his mouth had been wiped clean, but the red marks on his face were still there. The seventh young master stood next to him.

Taking a deep breath, the second young master spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "I want you to help me get some intelligence, and I will pay you the reward you want."

His gaze was serious, unlike the sharp look he had before.

The seventh young master standing next to him also nodded, as if he were vouching for him.

Zhang Yangqing yawned: "What is it?"

After checking that no one was around and confirming that there was no one else in the corridor, the second young master lowered his voice and continued, "Help me investigate my eldest sister and find evidence of her ulterior motives. She can't possibly be loyal to the mistress. I remember every single thing she's done over the years."

These words made Zhang Yangqing sigh inwardly, it seems that the second young master's judgment is not as good as the fourth young master's.

The second young master only had hatred in his eyes, and the eldest young lady was the one who bore all the sins.

But Zhang Yangqing knew he couldn't say it out loud.

Once the second young master's attitude towards the eldest young lady improves, the mistress will definitely suspect something is amiss.

Therefore, the only way is to keep the second young master's hatred for the eldest young lady, so that the mistress will not focus her attention on him.

Although the second young master's words stemmed from prejudice, they were surprisingly relevant.

The young lady does indeed have some rebellious intentions.

However, this rebellion was not quite what the second young master had imagined. She was not trying to seize power and profit, but to protect her remaining younger siblings.

Zhang Yangqing said, "I can only say I'll do my best, do you understand? I can't give you a guarantee."

The second young master nodded, the eagerness in his eyes lessening slightly: "That's enough. Just say so if you need help. I trust you."

The seventh young master standing next to him nodded in agreement.

The second young master glanced at Zhang Yangqing again, then turned and left, with the seventh young master following behind.

Zhang Yangqing stood there for a while, watching the two figures disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned and walked in another direction.

He found out the housekeeper's location from the female cleaner.

The cleaning lady was wiping the window at the end of the corridor when she heard Zhang Yangqing asking about the housekeeper. She stopped what she was doing and turned around. "The housekeeper doesn't like things to be messy. You'd better wash your face and tidy up your clothes before you go to see him."

Zhang Yangqing nodded: "Understood."

He turned and walked a few steps, but without washing his face or tidying his clothes, he just went straight there.

His collar was open, his hair was a little messy, and his cuffs were still stained with dirt from dealing with the strange corpse last night.

The red-haired psychic followed behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke up: "Boss, aren't you going to tidy yourself up? The butler is quite intimidating. Last time, I didn't button my clothes properly, and he scolded me, saying I disgraced the family."

Zhang Yangqing didn't even turn his head: "You don't understand, this is called work traces."

The red-haired psychic was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Yangqing said, "I am a staff member. The fact that I look like this shows that I am working hard."

The red-haired psychic stood there for two seconds, then slapped his thigh and muttered, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! How could I not have thought of that!"

He quickly followed, a look on his face that said, "I think I've learned another trick."

The butler's office was at the end of the corridor on the ninth floor. The door was dark brown and heavy, with a polished brass sleeve on the doorknob.

Pushing open the door, I entered. The room wasn't large, but it was very tidy. (End of Chapter)