Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 31 Your baby is not yours (Please read)

Butler Wang stared at Song Yan with seemingly cloudy eyes. He always felt that the Ninth Young Master had changed a lot after staying in the Luo family for a while.

People are still the same people.

But it was as if the sword had lost its sheath, its sharp edge was exposed.

He looked at Song Hongtao again. If it were any other day, perhaps the master wouldn't care too much, but a series of bad things that had happened during this period had already made the master dissatisfied with the first lady. So, the conflict between the two would quickly escalate because of this sentence.

It was impossible for the Ninth Young Master not to guess that the Master wanted to restore the reputation of the Duke's Mansion. Even if Zhang Xiaoshan was making things difficult for him, he could just wait for a while and the problem would naturally be resolved. However, the Ninth Young Master turned around and chose to escalate the problem, forcing the Master to step in personally. Naturally, he felt resentful, and this resentment could only be directed at the First Lady.

The most terrifying thing is that although the Ninth Young Master was targeting the First Lady, he never mentioned Yang during the whole process, but instead led Song Hongtao to think about Yang.

What you think yourself is far more convincing than what others remind you of.

The Ninth Young Master is not returning home, he is coming back to seek revenge.

However, the Ninth Young Master was also very clear that Yang was the mistress of the main house and had the Yang family behind her, so it was impossible to overthrow her easily. That was why he said that the servants of the Duke's Mansion needed to be cleared out.

First, eliminate the lackeys under Yang. Without these servants, even if Yang is of noble status, he will be just a tiger without claws.

As for Zhang Xiaoshan, he was just the poor guy who was first implicated in the game between the Ninth Young Master and the First Lady.

Of course, Butler Wang believed that the Ninth Young Master’s methods were not limited to these. He was afraid that what was next would be the real killer move.

If I hadn't reminded him... Butler Wang smiled and asked, "Why should I remind him?"
Song Yan had been imprisoned in the backyard for nearly a decade, feigning mental retardation to survive the Yang family's clutches. Once he escaped the Duke's Mansion, his true colors were revealed. With such a temperament and such forbearance... Butler Wang didn't think it was wise to go against such a person.

So he lowered his head honestly and said nothing.

Song Hongtao's expression became more and more ugly. Even a doorman dared to ignore his orders. One could imagine what the situation was like in the backyard of the mansion.

"Butler Wang..."

"The old slave is here."

"Let's beat Zhang Xiaoshan to death with a stick." Song Hongtao waved his hand. Sometimes, it is necessary to kill a chicken to scare the monkey.

The indentures are all in the Duke's Mansion. Could it be that he doesn't know who his master is? If a dog doesn't know whose master it is, what's the point of keeping it?

It can be regarded as using this life to apologize to the Luo family.

Butler Wang nodded slightly and winked at the guard behind him.

Zhang Xiaoshan was still kowtowed on the ground, his forehead banging loudly. He knew he would be punished, but when he heard such a cruel ending, he was completely stunned. His once arrogant and complacent face was now filled with fear. His voice was shrill and sharp: "Master, spare me, it was the Madam who made me do this."

Song Hongtao became even angrier.

Madam? Madam again!
In their eyes, do they still see me as their master?

Seeing the master's face becoming even uglier, Zhang Xiaoshan became more and more panicked, with cold sweat on his face. At this moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. He used his hands and feet, rolled and crawled to Song Yan, hugged Song Yan's legs, and begged in a sad voice:
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

"Master Jiu, please have mercy on me and forgive me this time. I was blind before, and I promise I will never do it again."

"My son will be born next month. I can't let him be without a father right after he's born!"

The voice was shrill, like a cuckoo crying blood.

Then he banged his head hard on the ground, bang, bang, bang, and soon his head was covered in blood.

Looking down, I saw Zhang Xiaoshan with tears and snot all over his face, mixed together. This is what tears and snot look like. Mixed with the blood from the broken scalp, his face was dirty. He no longer had the smug look he had before when he looked at people with the sidelong glance. He looked very pitiful.

Most people might feel soft-hearted when seeing this, but Song Yan is different. Even if your son has lost his father, what does it have to do with me?
Now you know it was wrong?

It's too late!

What's more, you don't know that you are wrong, you just know that you are going to die.

He squatted down and took off the jade pendant as crystal as snow from Zhang Xiaoshan.

Next to him, Song Hongtao gave a wink, and two guards rushed over, dragged Zhang Xiaoshan down and pressed him to the ground. The other one had a stick as thick as his arm in his hand.

The so-called caning also has its own rules.

Generally speaking, when we talk about how many strokes of the cane or how many big boards are used, most of the time it is on the buttocks. Since the buttocks are thick, even an average person can withstand a few blows. Even if the buttocks are broken, it only looks scary and is most likely not fatal. Of course, if you say fifty or a hundred strokes, that's hard to say.

But beating to death is different. The stick will most likely be hit on the back, and even a strong person will not be able to hold on for long. After three or five hits, the skin and flesh will be torn, the spine will be broken, and after seven or eight hits, the internal organs will be shattered, and the person will die.

Few can endure more than ten hits.

A noble family still has the power to execute a servant.

As Zhang Xiaoshan looked on in horror, a guard raised his stick high in the air and then hit Zhang Xiaoshan on the back with a snap.

Mixed in with the shrill screams were the sounds of bones breaking.

Zhang Xiaoshan's body trembled violently, blood seeping from between his teeth. His body twisted and twitched nervously like a pathetic maggot. Snap!
Snapped!
After just three hits, the screams stopped, leaving only groans of pain.

His bloodshot eyes were still looking in Song Yan's direction, with pleading, despair, unwillingness, and hatred in his pupils.

He was spewing black and red blood clots from his mouth, and I don’t know if they were the fragments of internal organs commonly seen in martial arts novels.

Snap...snap...snap!

After a few more strokes, the light in his eyes faded.

Probably dead.

When the servants inside and outside the house saw this scene, they all turned pale and trembled with fear. They looked at Song Yan as if they had seen a ghost... Could this man be here to collect a debt?

Last time, Cui'er was beaten to death for a word.

This time, Zhang Xiaoshan lost his life because of a single sentence.

Many servants began to wonder in their hearts whether they had bullied the Ninth Young Master before. Some were secretly glad, while others were trembling all over.

Song Hongtao smiled and invited Luo Tianyi and others in. As for Zhang Xiaoshan's body, he would probably just find a random place to throw it away.

When returning home, you should offer tea.

Yang did not show up, and Luo Tianxuan was not there on Song Yan's side either. It was just a formality.

Afterwards, Song Hongtao pretended to ask about Song Yan's situation at the Luo family, and reminded Song Yan to abide by his duties in the Luo family. He then took out a small wooden box and handed it to Song Yan: "Yan'er, someone from the Duke's Mansion accidentally made a mistake before. This is your dowry."

Song Yan reached out to take it, opened it and saw a stack of property deeds inside, all of which were shops under the name of the Duke's Mansion.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He knew without thinking that the business of these shops must be very poor, but it didn't matter. Even if he didn't use these shops to do business, he could still make a lot of money by selling them all.

I did get rich.

Song Hongtao also felt the pain. There were a total of 64 shops in the Duke's Mansion, and half of them were given away at once.

Luo Tianyi was not interested in these things, so he left the hall with Yu Shuang to get some fresh air outside.

After seeing Luo Tianyi leave, Song Hongtao took Song Yan to the study.

Song Yan knew what he wanted to ask, so he spoke first: "Father, there is something I want to tell you!"

"What's the matter?"

"I killed Yang Guifang."

As expected, Song Hongtao's expression changed drastically. He wanted to get angry but tried hard to hold it back. He took a deep breath and asked, "Why?"

"Yang Guifang insulted my mother when I was young, and I must avenge that insult."

Song Hongtao opened his mouth several times, but in the end he couldn't say anything. In order to avenge his mother, Song Yan even raised this banner. No matter how dissatisfied he was, he had to suppress it.

This world values ​​filial piety.

If this matter were to get out, I'm afraid no one would say a word against Song Yan, they would just say that he is a real man.

"It's okay." Song Hongtao forced a smile. "Father is just worried that no one will take care of you, but there are other things..."

Song Yan straightened his chest and nodded vigorously: "Yeah, there are three more, I locked them up."

This time Song Hongtao lost his composure. He couldn't catch his breath and his face turned red.

Four people were arranged, one was killed, and three were imprisoned. Does this rebellious son want to rebel?

If he didn't have something to ask of his youngest son, he would have slapped him long ago.

"Why is this?"

Song Yan frowned and looked around.

Song Hongtao waved his hands in annoyance. The maids all left, but he asked Butler Wang to stay. "What's the matter? Tell me."

Song Yan didn't care: "It's all because of that old lady Liang who kept talking nonsense to the other two old maids."

"Oh? What did they say?" Song Hongtao picked up the teacup and took a sip.

This news was quite explosive. Song Yan felt that he should try to be as tactful as possible, otherwise Song Hongtao might not be able to bear it: "That Liang Po said that Fifth Brother Song Zhen is not your child."

puff!
Song Yan expressed helplessness, I have said it so tactfully, but you still criticized me.

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