The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 243 A loving father and a filial son
On this day, there was a turmoil in Yujing.

Countless nobles and officials, as well as large and small forces, all turned their attention to the Marquis Wuwen's Mansion and the Marquis Guanjun's Mansion, which was ready to welcome guests.

The two marquisate's that had little interaction in the past, collided like a comet because of today's events.

Wu Wenhou Mansion, located in the east of Yujing City, covers an area of ​​100 acres and is solemn and majestic. In front of the vermilion gate, three-person-high red lions stand separately, and the burly servants stand like pine trees, demonstrating the power of Wu Wenhou.

In the main hall of the mansion, everyone from the marquisate gathered together.

The third wife, the fourth concubine, the children of each room, and even the important stewards, maids, and old women had all arrived.

Hong Xuanji sat high up on the throne, with a solemn expression, staring at the three people below with cold eyes.

Hong Gui collapsed to the ground with a look of fear on his face, his body shaking uncontrollably. Looking at his mother in tears, his heart ached uncontrollably.

Rong Pan knelt on the ground, hitting the ground with his head, his body trembling with great fear.

At this moment, the two of them were stared at by the angry eyes of the crowd and could not even raise their heads. Many people even had the urge to kill them.

Hong Yi knelt on his knees, his back straight, his expression solemn.

He spoke clearly and explained what happened, and also explained what Champion Hou Yangan meant: "This is how it happened. This result was obtained after repeated consultation."

Hong Xi, who was standing next to the imperial chair, sneered, "You mean to say that the Marquis of Guanjun looks at you, a bastard, differently, and even gives up questioning the Marquis of Wuwen's mansion for this disrespectful act for your sake?"

Not to mention that he was the legitimate son of the Marquis's family, no one in the hall believed what Hong Yi said. This was not a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for him, but a denial based on normal logic.

With the strength and power of Marquis Guanjun, as well as his arrogant and unruly temperament, why would he value a little bastard?

Even though this bastard was born in the Wu Wenhou Mansion, he was not qualified.

Hong Yi said calmly, "When my father visits Marquis Guanjun, he will know the truth. I am not that stupid, nor do I have the guts to tell such a lie that will be exposed at the first sign of trouble."

Since returning to Wu Wenhou Mansion, he has been interrogated for an hour.

The attitude of the people in front of him who treated him as a criminal and Hong Xuanji's cold-eyed indifference made him realize the reality completely.

Wu Wenhou Mansion is no longer a place to stay for long. If we don’t leave as soon as possible, our lives will be in danger.

Serving the Marquis of Guanjun might mean embarking on a dangerous road of no return, but it was better than dying in obscurity in a corner of the Marquis's mansion.

I can't die no matter what until the cause of my mother's death is found out.

The Third Madam had a ferocious look on her face. She pointed at Hong Yi angrily and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all because of you, little bastard. If you hadn't resisted, how could Gui'er have committed such a great crime of disrespect? You, little bastard, deserve to die just like your mother! Ah! Both deserve to die!"

Hong Yi's face suddenly turned ugly, and a fierce light flashed in the depths of his eyes. He looked directly at the Third Madam and said in a low voice, "As a junior, I shouldn't refute the words of my elders, but you insulted my biological mother and called her a little beast. How can you act like an elder? I am the bloodline of my father. If I am a little beast, what is my father, and what is the direct descendant of the Marquis' Mansion?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces instantly turned ugly, even Hong Xuanji's face turned a little dark.

Hong Xi and other direct descendants looked at the Third Lady with unfriendly eyes.

Hong Yi's status as a bastard was very low, but at the very least he was still his father's bloodline. The word "little beast" was an insult to all of them.

Madam Zhao looked at Hong Yi with cold eyes and said, "During this period, you have become more and more eloquent and have become more and more disrespectful of us elders. This time you have caused such a terrible disaster. If you are not taught a lesson, I don't know what kind of trouble you will bring to the Marquis' Mansion next time..."

Hong Yi's face was firm, and he said in a deep voice: "I have explained the matter very clearly. Hong Gui and Rong Pan rode their horses in the street and whipped them in public to humiliate me. The sons of the nobles in the city can testify for me on this matter!"

Madam Zhao sneered, "You think you are right to rebel against the legitimate wife with a concubine? It's really ridiculous! If all concubines in the world are like you, where is the hierarchy? Where is the etiquette? How can the nobles and nobles and the noble families in the world have any inheritance to speak of?"

Hong Yi clenched his fists fiercely, anger and unwillingness surging in his heart, and the words of the Champion Marquis echoed in his mind:

"You said... Is the status of illegitimate children really so low? Why can these useless people enjoy power and wealth that ordinary people cannot have by virtue of being legitimate children?"

"Following the rules will make you a human being, going against the rules will make you an immortal. The mystery lies in the reversal! Rules are dead, but people are alive. When people encounter injustice, they always fight for themselves, right?"

"Given your status, using you would mean making an enemy of the Grand Master, and a mortal enemy. Not many people in Daqian dare to use you. Even my father would have to think twice."

"I have the confidence to not fear the Grand Tutor, and I also have the capital to give you enough protection if the Grand Tutor is determined to kill you."

"Because you are the Supreme Saintess, the son of Meng Bingyun, and your uncle is the strongest man in the world, Meng Shenji. Regardless of whether you are Meng Shenji's pawn or not, this relationship is a way to death. It has nothing to do with grudges, it only matters your stance!"

The turbulent emotions in Hong Yi's heart slowly calmed down with the words in his mind, and his expression gradually returned to calm.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Hong Xuanji who was watching coldly from the sidelines, and said calmly: "When I go to Guanjun Marquis's Mansion, if my father finds out that I have lied in the slightest, you can kill me at will, and I will never complain!"

Everyone in the hall felt a chill in their hearts, even Madam Zhao and the Third Madam fell silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Hong Xuanji looked calm, but his voice revealed a deep chill: "A country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules. During this period, you have violated three rules of the Marquisate: First, you shouldn't bring Princess Zhennan into my study. Second, you shouldn't practice martial arts privately. Third, you shouldn't make false excuses."

"Any one of these three family rules is enough to beat you to death! I'll just write them down for now. If you are really like what you said, I will settle accounts with you after the imperial examination. If you pass the examination, then forget it. If you fail, you should know the consequences."

Hong Yi's expression relaxed and he knelt respectfully on the ground: "I will not let my father down!" There was a hint of lightness in his voice, but the moment he knelt on the ground, a flash of icy coldness flashed across the depths of his eyes.

With his intelligence and his vigilance, how could he not hear the hidden murderous intent in Hong Xuanji's voice.

My good father really wants to kill me!
If Yang An were here, he would certainly laugh at this scene of loving father and filial son. The son of the universe and the son of the era, their positions are naturally opposing.

Hong Xuanji hummed lightly, slowly stood up, and ordered: "Escort these three people and follow me to the Champion Marquis' Mansion... to plead guilty!"

"Yes!" Butler Wu accepted the order and waved his hand to signal the guards of the Marquis' Mansion to escort Hong Gui, Rong Pan and Hong Yi, and then walked out of the mansion step by step.

Madam Zhao, the third madam, Hong Xi, Hong Xuejiao and others all stopped at the entrance of the lobby. Without the permission of Marquis Wu Wen, no one dared to follow and could only wait in fear in the mansion.

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The Marquis of Guanjun's Mansion is located in the east of the imperial city, covering an area of ​​one thousand acres. The palaces and attics are connected in a piece, and it is magnificent to the extreme.

On the street, countless dignitaries stopped to look, whispering with curiosity on their faces.

They were very curious about the intention of Guanjun Hou and what kind of sparks would be created by the fierce collision between Guanjun Hou Mansion and Wuwen Hou Mansion.

The main gate of the Marquis’ Mansion.

Yang An stood leisurely on the stone steps at the main entrance with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

The Lord seeks talented people and should respect the wise and humble.

This time, Hong Yi must be given enough face to let everyone in Daqian know that he, the Marquis of Guanjun, is eager for talents.

After today, Hong Yi, the illegitimate son of Marquis Wuwen's Mansion, will be branded with the mark of Marquis Guanjun's Mansion.

From now on, he has justice in his hands. As long as he holds on to the justice firmly, even if Hong Yi is the son of Jiyuan, Yizi, he will never escape from his grasp.

"My Lord, Marquis Wu Wen is personally escorting Hong Yi, Hong Gui, and Rong Pan here. They will arrive in a cup of tea."

The Eagle King came closer and reported in a low voice.

He was tall and straight, dressed in black clothes as dark as ink, with a stern face and eyes as sharp as an eagle. His black hair was casually tied up, exuding a wild and unruly aura.

Yang An nodded slightly and whispered, "Tell the people in the mansion to be careful. Now all the eyes of Yujing City are on us. I don't want to become a joke to the whole Daqian."

"Yes." The Divine Eagle King bowed and accepted the order, turned and walked into the mansion, and soon the voice of stern instructions could be heard faintly.

Wenyuan Tower, a top-notch private room.

Crown Prince Yang Yuan, Prince Yu Yang Qian, Prince He Eighth Prince, and Minister of Military Affairs Yang Jiong, the four most powerful princes of the Daqian Dynasty, gathered together.

"As soon as the Champion Marquis came back, he caused such a huge stir. I don't know what his intention is..." There was a divine presence in Yang Yuan's eyes. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine comfortably.

Prince Yu Yang Qian retracted his gaze towards the Guanjun Marquis Mansion and said calmly, "The cause of the incident is clear. The Wuwen Marquis Mansion has a lax family tradition and raised a playboy like Hong Gui, which caused this huge trouble for no reason."

Yang Jiong raised his eyes calmly and said calmly: "The Grand Master is the backbone of Daqian and a wise minister that my father relies on. This matter will not cause much trouble..."

The eighth prince of the Heqin Prince said faintly, "They are going to kill all ten of our clans... Isn't this a big enough wave?"

As soon as the words fell, the faces of several people present turned dark.

The followers and confidants standing around lowered their heads and kept silent tacitly.

Yang Yuan put down his wine glass and said in a deep voice: "Eighth brother, you have said too much! The Grand Master is a great Neo-Confucian scholar and a minister of the cabinet. He has made great contributions to the country. Don't take the unintentional words and mistakes between juniors too seriously."

Hong Xuanji holds the title of Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince, so he is naturally in the same camp with him. Even if he doesn't like this guy very much, as the Crown Prince, he has to maintain this attitude.

The Eighth Prince also put down his wine glass and said in a cold voice: "As a great Neo-Confucian scholar, Grand Master should understand what is etiquette and what is respect and inferiority! This is related to the dignity of the royal family, how can it be covered up by a single mistake in words?"

Yang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Eighth brother, you are making a fuss out of nothing."

"Making a mountain out of a molehill?" The Eighth Prince was indifferent for a moment, shook his head helplessly and said, "As a crown prince, you actually said such a thing. It really opened my eyes... You still don't even understand what the imperial power is... Isn't it ridiculous and pathetic?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the terrace. He was too lazy to waste time with these three guys. This... was really boring.

Yang Yuan's expression instantly darkened. As he looked at the Eighth Prince's back, a fierce light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

Yang Qian stood up to smooth things over and said, "Father will make the final decision on this matter. The drama between the Guanjun Marquis' Mansion and the Wuwen Marquis' Mansion is about to begin."

After saying this, he gave Yang Jiong a look, then walked towards the terrace with a gentle smile on his face.

Yang Jiong stood up expressionlessly, walked to the wooden railing of the terrace and stood still, looking at Yang An in front of the main gate of Guanjun Marquis Mansion, his eyes gradually became deep.

Yang Yuan snorted coldly, stood up and walked to Yang Qian's side, standing with his hands behind his back.

……

"The troops from Wu Wenhou's residence have arrived!"

A loud shout came from the crowd, and the onlookers quickly stopped the noise, retreated to the sides of the street, and looked curiously at the street.

Wu Wenhou Hong Xuanji was seen walking towards them with steady steps, his stern face showing no emotion at all.

The burly servants escorted the three men and followed closely. From their steps and the murderous look on their faces, it could be seen that these servants were all veterans who had retired from the army.

When Butler Wu saw Marquis Guanjun coming to greet him at the main gate, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was a blessing in disguise that he didn't refuse to see him.

Yang An calmly looked at Hong Xuanji, and when he came closer, he came to Hong Yi, waved his hand to sweep away the servants who were escorting him, and said with a frown, "What does Grand Master mean by this? Did Hong Yi not explain it to you clearly, or does Grand Master really have a problem with me?"

Hong Xuanji glanced at Hong Yi and said calmly, "I dare not, but Hong Yi is still a member of my Wu Wenhou Mansion, and he is the fuse of this incident. It is in accordance with etiquette and law to treat him as a criminal."

Yang An patted Hong Yi on the shoulder, gave him a reassuring look, turned around and said mockingly: "Etiquette? According to national law, the Wu Wenhou Mansion should be executed, and according to etiquette, the Grand Tutor should commit suicide to thank the world! Grand Tutor, do you think... is what I said in accordance with etiquette?"

Hong Xuanji did not refute. He knelt on his knees, folded his hands in front of his forehead, prostrated himself, and pleaded guilty: "What the Marquis of Guanjun said is in accordance with etiquette and law. If Your Majesty insists on punishing me, I, Hong Xuanji, am willing to commit suicide to thank the world!"

Yang An's fear flashed across his eyes, and he laughed heartily as he helped Hong Xuanji up. He shook his head and said, "Grand Master is worthy of being a great Neo-Confucian scholar. What he said just now was just a joke, don't take it seriously... If we really hold the Grand Master accountable, wouldn't it chill the hearts of all the subjects in the world?"

“Please come in, Grand Master!” Yang An extended his hand, took Hong Yi’s right forearm, and walked towards the mansion.

When he arrived at the gate, he stopped and looked back at the confused Hong Gui and Rong Pan, and said indifferently: "These two... just kneel outside the mansion... wait for us to discuss it, and then decide how to deal with them."

After saying this, he didn't stop, but pulled Hong Yi into the mansion with a smile on his face, as if he regretted meeting Hong Yi too late.

Hong Xuanji looked at the butler Wu with a serious look in his eyes, nodded slightly, and then walked into the Guanjun Marquis' Mansion with steady steps.

Butler Wu took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, picked up Hong Gui and Rong Pan, and forced them to kneel firmly on the stone steps in front of the main entrance.

Amidst two shrill screams, a pool of bright red blood slowly spread out on the bluestone floor in front of the stone steps.

The spectators around were confused for a moment and had no idea what Marquis Guanjun and Grand Tutor Hong were up to.
(End of this chapter)