Dream of the Red Chamber: After being exiled, I went on a killing spree in Liaodong.

"When we get back to Beijing, my father will definitely settle accounts with him!"

A series of resentful gazes pierced Wang Ziteng's neck like thorns.

These little brats didn't come here to die for nothing—their families had all given them generous gifts and owed them favors, hoping that Wang Ziteng could climb up to Jia Yi's big tree!

The results of it?

They gave me the cold shoulder and wouldn't even say a word!

Wang Ziteng's face turned pale and then red. He forced a smile, but in his heart he cursed: You little beast, if you don't give me face, do you think you can not give face to your grandmother?

The letter written by his mother, Jia, that he carried in his arms became his last source of confidence.

If you bring up the old lady, do you still dare to be tough?

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to freeze, Sun Hai quickly smoothed things over and led everyone straight to the General's Mansion.

The banquet was set out, and the sounds of wine and meat filled the air.

Jia Yi finished the fight in no time, threw down his chopsticks, and left, quick and decisive.

As for Niu Jizong calling him to discuss military affairs?

"Let's do it another day."

He gave perfunctory replies, but his steps never faltered.

Niu Jizong watched the departing figure and sighed—forget it, this brain of his wouldn't understand anyway.

Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind.

"Yi-ge'er! Wait a minute!"

Wang Ziteng jogged up to him, his face beaming with smiles, panting like a dog.

"What's up?"

Jia Yi stood still, without even raising his eyes.

"Your grandmother asked me to bring you a letter."

Wang Ziteng handed over a letter with a smile, his posture unusually humble.

Jia Yi frowned.

During his years in Liaodong, he had received no word from the Rongguo Mansion. Now, suddenly, a message was sent, and through this guy no less?

Suspicion arose.

He opened it and gave it a quick glance, then burst out laughing.

The letter even asked him to "take good care of Wang Ziteng" and said, "You are young, so you should listen to your uncle's guidance when you encounter problems."

absurd!

He stared at Wang Ziteng with the same look he gave him as a self-important bug.

Without a doubt, this lousy letter was obtained by that shameless scoundrel himself!

Innocent!

Do you really think a letter can make me bow down and obey your orders?

"What did the old lady write in her letter?" Wang Ziteng asked with a squinting smile, knowing full well what he was asking.

Jia Yi sneered: "None of your business."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left, not even lingering for a second.

[Ding! The host has angered Grandmother Jia and gained 100 members of the Tang Dynasty Mo Dao Team!]

The system notification went off, and Jia Yi paused slightly.

Ha, even Grandmother Jia is more valuable to him than Prince Teng?

A hundred fierce soldiers wielding longswords appeared out of thin air, their iron armor gleaming and their killing intent as deep as an abyss. They stood across the gate, their two longswords crossed, blocking the way.

Just as Wang Ziteng was about to give chase, he suddenly met two pairs of bloodshot eyes—the chill was bone-deep, and his breath caught in his throat.

"...Fuck you."

He stood there, sweat beading on his forehead, his mind in turmoil.

He never expected this—

Jia Yi, he doesn't even give his grandmother face!

This time, we're really in trouble.

Without Jia Yi's backing, wanting to make a contribution? It's as difficult as climbing to heaven!

What's more troublesome is that those noble sons who followed him might turn their backs on him and come back to settle scores with him.

Thinking of this, Wang Ziteng felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat trickled down his back—he'd messed up, he'd kicked a hornet's nest!

"Damn it! I've found out, Jia Yi has never had any dealings with Wang Ziteng!"

"What?! Wang Ziteng dares to play us for a fool?"

"What a two-faced scoundrel! I'll write to my father right now and tell him to deal with this bastard!"

……

To Wang Ziteng's utter surprise, these spoiled brats didn't storm into his house to hurl insults; instead, they sent messages via carrier pigeon, quickly complaining to his family.

Letters from home flew to the capital like snowflakes.

When the nobles in the capital received their sons' tearful complaints, they were furious!

They immediately contacted their trusted censors, sharpening their knives and preparing to jointly impeach Prince Teng—how dare you, a mere nobleman, use us as pawns?

At the same time, the ladies of various mansions changed into their finest clothes, carrying gift boxes, and marched in a grand procession toward the Rongguo Mansion.

"Grandma, it's terrible!" The old nanny lifted the curtain and entered, her face beaming. "Several ladies from the marquis's and earl's mansions have arrived, and they all specifically request to see you!"

Since the Duke left, how long has it been since the Rongguo Mansion has been this lively?

Grandmother Jia was taken aback: "Oh? Please come in."

She wondered to herself: What's the wind blowing today?

Wang Xifeng wrung out her handkerchief, her brows furrowed slightly: "Grandma, has something happened?"

"What are you worrying about?" Grandmother Jia picked up her teacup, took a sip, and said calmly, "If there were really trouble, these people would be hiding in the middle of nowhere, let alone daring to come here. The fact that they all came together like this means that the gentlemen in front of us have won a great fortune, and they are here to build connections and make connections."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room felt a slight stirring in their hearts.

That gentleman up ahead... isn't that Jia Yi?

Sanchun and Lin Daiyu exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling.

Wang Xifeng let out a long sigh, raised her hand to stroke her ample bosom, and said with a coquettish smile, "The old lady is still the best at keeping things in order, like a pillar of strength, so steady!"

"Your mouth is getting more and more discerning!" Grandmother Jia said with a laugh.

Before the words were finished, footsteps sounded outside the door, and a group of elegantly dressed women filed in.

The golden hairpin swayed, and a fragrant aroma wafted through the air.

Grandmother Jia looked up and her heart skipped a beat—

The ladies who come are either the wives of marquises or the wives of earls; even if their social standing has declined slightly now, their ancestors were all renowned nobles!

"Greetings, Madam!" the ladies greeted in unison, their faces beaming with smiles.

Madam Wang stood in the corner, her eyes burning with such intense emotion they almost bled.

This is true honor...

My precious jade will surely allow me to stand at the pinnacle of power in the future!

A crazed smile crept across her lips, completely unaware that she had fallen into a deep abyss of delusion.

How shrewd was Grandmother Jia? She saw through their intentions at a glance.

—It must be for Jia Yi!

Her grandson now holds real power in Liaodong, and all these people's sons are there. Aren't they just trying to get some help from the Rongguo Mansion?

The thought arose, but a pang of sadness welled up in my heart.

If only Baoyu had earned this glory...

Just then, a lady from a noble family suddenly knelt down, her voice choked with sobs:

"Madam, I have come here today without warning, only because of my good-for-nothing only son..."

"Since he went to Liaodong, I have been unable to eat or sleep properly... I only beg you to pass on a message to your esteemed lord, asking for your assistance. My family will forever remember your kindness!"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

As Sanchun and Daiyu listened, their eyes also reddened.

Just then, Granny Lai, who was part of Grandmother Jia's dowry, subtly gave her a "two" sign.

Grandmother Jia narrowed her eyes slightly, instantly understanding—20,000 taels had arrived.

"Oh dear, get up quickly!" Grandmother Jia hurriedly helped him up, a few tears of "heartache" welling up in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'll write a letter to my grandson right away, and I'll make sure the children don't suffer any injustice!"

While they spoke of deep affection and loyalty, they were secretly overjoyed.

With more than twenty wives, each receiving no less than 20,000 taels of silver, the Rongguo Mansion is about to swallow 400,000 taels of silver in this wave!

Seeing this, how could the others remain seated?

They all spoke up, one after another, their words all entrusted to their son.

Granny Lai stood to the side, her hands numb from gesturing, but she was secretly delighted.

This time, she can make 50,000 taels just by drinking the soup at the Rongguo Mansion's meat feast!

Before the money even arrived in her account, she was already planning how to secretly transfer it out of the mansion and deposit it into her own shop.

Money paves the way, and indeed, nothing is ever unsuccessful.

Without saying a word, Grandmother Jia picked up her pen and wrote a letter. Before the ink was dry, she stuffed it into a bamboo tube and kicked out a snow-white carrier pigeon, which soared into the night sky—the carrier pigeon was so fast that even the wind couldn't catch up with it.

Wang Xifeng and Madam Wang stood to one side, their eyebrows twitching slightly, but their eyes were cold.