Be a small county magistrate in ancient times

Chapter 586 Nothing Can Be Done

Feng Zhong'an told Liu Dexiang to go back and rest, but how could Liu Dexiang possibly fall asleep?
He knew he had made a huge mistake.

As Xu Xiaoyun said, indulging in pleasure is not a crime, but how can such things be brought up in public?

"Sigh!" Liu Dexiang sighed countless times.

The servants guarding outside listened to the commotion inside, their eyes filled with unease. They all hoped that their master, though angry, would not take it out on them.

"Someone come here! Someone come here!" Liu Dexiang shouted impatiently from inside the house.

The servants were both afraid and dared not refuse to go in.

Upon entering the room, the men knelt on the ground in unison, asking, "What are your orders, Master?"

"Give me orders, give me orders, what good will it do!" Liu Dexiang cursed angrily, "Raising a pig would be more useful than raising you!"

The servants hung their heads, neither arguing nor feeling wronged. Compared to actual punishment, being scolded was easier to accept. Besides, it wasn't just one person being scolded; everyone was being scolded together, so it was as if no one was being scolded at all.

Liu Dexiang looked at the servants kneeling in a row, then glanced outside the door and realized that he had spoken a little too loudly.

He took a deep breath and said to his servants, "Go and bring Old Lin back. No matter what method you use, you must bring him back by tomorrow morning! Go! Go! Get out of here!"

The servants didn't go out; what ability do they have to accomplish what even their master couldn't?
They knelt on the ground exchanging glances, and finally one of the bolder ones said in a low voice, "Master, we can't find Steward Lin right now, so let's ask Lord Mao to come instead."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the cup came crashing down on his head.

"Bullshit!" Liu Dexiang cursed through gritted teeth. "If it weren't for that scoundrel Mao Chunfang saying it didn't matter, this manor wouldn't be in this state now."

After he finished speaking, he gradually realized that something was wrong; there was something wrong with Mao Chunfang.

He thought he had discovered the truth and seen through the trap set by others, but he didn't know that he was already in the trap himself.

The person whose head was hit by the cup dared not utter a sound, enduring the pain while covering the wound and kneeling on the ground waiting for the host to calm down.

Liu Dexiang suddenly stopped all his movements and asked, "Has anyone sent back news from the people who went to Weishan Camp?" The servants then selected another person to answer the question, and that person replied with a stiff upper lip, "No."

Liu Dexiang suddenly flew into a rage, yelling, "Get out! Get out!"

The kneeling men, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly slipped away.

Liu Dexiang was so angry that his chest hurt, and the alcohol made him so drunk that he could barely stand and had to reach out to hold onto something beside him.

After his physical discomfort subsided slightly, he sat on the bed, feeling utterly lost and confused, unable to understand how his promising future had turned into this situation.

How are we going to handle this?
Liu Dexiang didn't sleep all night, but he did nothing.

It's not that I don't want to do it, it's just that I can't.

The next morning.

Even though Liu Dexiang didn't want to face it, he had no choice but to force himself to confront Feng Zhong'an and the others.

He put on a smiling face and personally served breakfast to Feng Zhong'an and the others.

Li Daolang nodded politely to him but didn't say anything, and Xu Xiaoyun didn't even look at him.

Liu Dexiang knew in his heart that he couldn't count on these two people.

Today, the only person he's willing to lower himself to curry favor with is Feng Zhong'an.

"These were all made to order by the kitchen. Although they can't compare to the delicacies of the capital, they were made with great care. I hope the three of you will do me the honor of trying them." Liu Dexiang spoke cautiously, keeping a close eye on Feng Zhong'an's expression.

"Prefect Liu, there's no need for such trouble. We'll just have a simple meal." Feng Zhong'an spoke politely, but his tone revealed that he had no intention of showing Liu Dexiang any special consideration.

"Yes." Hearing Feng Zhong'an say this, Liu Dexiang stopped running around, handed the food box to the servants, and stood aside.