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

With Jia Yi backing them up, the power held by the second branch of the family will eventually be gradually taken back by the first branch.

Wang Xifeng's eyes flashed, unable to hide her smile.

Great! Her power as a housekeeper will finally be legitimate!

Jia Lian was overjoyed.

The position of heir is secure!

But Jia Yi gave them a cold glance, knowing perfectly well what was going on.

I know exactly what you're up to.

But he doesn't care.

Once the mansion is completed, he will move out and live a quiet and carefree life.

In the future, I'll probably just hang out with a few of my younger sisters for fun.

As for this group fighting for power and profit?

Just watch the show.

Should we really let him play?

Dream on! A bunch of idiots are tearing each other apart, and he's complaining that his hands are dirty.

Grandmother Jia's expression changed drastically, and alarm bells rang wildly in her heart—

We must never let the first wife's family take power!

Otherwise, no one in the entire Rongguo Mansion could control this evil star surnamed Jia!

Once the eldest son's family takes power, wouldn't she, the matriarch of the Jia family, become just a figurehead?

Grandmother Jia's heart tightened, and she secretly dug her fingertips into her palm.

Just as they were figuring out how to break the deadlock, Jia Yi spoke up again out of the blue.

"What? None of you are going to write anything?" He slowly glanced around, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine then—I'll just kill every single servant in the manor."

A single, seemingly insignificant sentence, like a blade slicing through ice.

wow-

They all knelt down on the spot.

"My lord, spare my life! I've only been in your household for less than three months!"

"Me too! I only came here the year the Marquis went to Liaodong, and I haven't touched a single hair on your head!"

"The old lady saved our lives!!"

Cries and screams rose and fell, and heads banged against the bricks with a loud thud.

Jia She and the others turned deathly pale, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

The more than a thousand servants of the Rongguo Mansion, numbering over a thousand lives, were treated like mere weeds by Jia Yi, to be crushed at will.

"No!" Grandmother Jia slammed her hand on the table.

She was able to maintain her position as the matriarch thanks to these loyal eyes and ears. Without them, she would be nothing more than a rootless duckweed.

"I'll write!" she gritted her teeth and picked up her pen.

"I'll write too!" Madam Wang eagerly responded, her hands trembling so much she could barely hold the pen.

Every one of her trusted confidants is an informant, helping her amass wealth. It would be painful to see even one of them die!

Those servants who hadn't participated in the framing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but a firm rule had already been etched in their hearts: from now on, when they see Third Master, they should treat him as if he were their ancestor, and speak to him on their knees!

The dozens of people who initially followed suit in spreading rumors and submitting false accusations were now lying on the ground, their trousers soaked with sweat and trembling.

It's over... If I fall into the hands of this fiend, I probably won't even be able to leave behind a whole corpse!

Yingchun and her sisters glared angrily, wishing they could kill with their eyes.

It was this group of audacious lackeys who drove the kind-hearted Jia Yi to the harsh and cold land of Liaodong!

Compassion turned to malice at this moment—he deserved to die! He was no less deserving of death!

"It's finished." Grandmother Jia put down her pen, and Lady Wang handed over the list with trembling hands.

Jia Yi glanced at them briefly and found that the two copies were exactly the same.

"Fine." He sneered, pointing at the kneeling lackeys begging for mercy, "Drag out the people on the list, behead them along with the rest, and throw them into a mass grave to feed the dogs."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared outside the door.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun moved out like ghosts, their swords stained with blood, and heads rolled to the ground like melons.

In a short while, more than fifty corpses lay outside Rongqing Hall, blood flowing in streams, and the stench of blood seeped into the hall on the wind.

Everyone's face turned pale, and one girl even vomited on the spot.

"Don't be afraid, sisters. Wait until my men have cleaned things up before you go out." Jia Yi turned around and smiled, as gentle as a neighborly older brother.

"Mmm..." The women nodded vigorously, not daring to say another word.

He dusted off his robes, turned around gracefully, and strode away amidst the terrified gazes of the entire hall.

Yuanyang gritted her teeth, lifted her skirt, and chased after him.

The moment I stepped out the door, the stench of blood assaulted my senses.

Before them lay more than fifty headless corpses, black blood gushing from their severed necks, their limbs piled up like a hellish inferno.

Her legs went weak, her vision went black, and she was about to fall straight down.

A large hand caught her waist just in time, pulling her into a strong embrace.

"So eager to become my concubine?" Jia Yi looked down at her, his eyes full of mocking laughter.

"Third Master, you...you..." Yuanyang hurriedly broke free, her ear tips red as if dripping blood, her voice barely audible.

"Hahaha!" He threw his head back and laughed loudly, shaking the dust off the eaves, and walked away without looking back.

"This...this doesn't look like a fool at all!" Yuanyang stood still, leaning against the wall, staring blankly at his back.

In that instant, she was almost certain—Third Master had been feigning madness for many years!

But then she remembered the old stories told by the elders in the mansion: when Jia Yi was young, he was simple-minded and could not even use chopsticks...

She shook her head violently, banishing the thought from her mind.

"Third Master, wait for me!" She lifted the hem of her skirt and stumbled after him.

After the bloodstains were cleaned up, the Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao team sheathed their weapons, and the eighteen riders of Yanyun rode away as if they had never existed.

If it weren't for everyone's ashen faces and drenched in cold sweat, one would have thought it was just a nightmare.

"Send the young ladies and Baoyu back to their rooms to rest," Grandmother Jia said wearily, waving her hand to dismiss the crowd.

Once the hall was quiet, she slowly sat down in the main seat, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply.

"What can we do with Yi-ge's temper?"

"If a few servants are killed in the mansion, the court will just turn a blind eye."

"But if we go outside and accidentally kill someone who doesn't deserve to die... our entire Rongguo Mansion will be buried with him!"

As she spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on Jia She out of the corner of her eye.

The meaning couldn't be clearer—you're his father, are you going to do anything about it or not?

Jia She, however, kept his eyes down and pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Who doesn't know that Jia Yi is now so powerful that even the Emperor has to give him some leeway?

If this "father" were to go up and offer some advice, he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

If you can't afford to offend them, you can at least avoid them.

Judging from the way things were just now, Jia She knew perfectly well that his foolish son, Jia Yi, wouldn't fall for that kind of thing at all.

What if he really uses his father's status to pressure Jia Yi?

Ha, the Rongguo Mansion can hold a funeral banquet on the same day!

"Yes, Mother, why don't you go to the palace and ask the Empress Dowager to make a decision?"

Madam Wang had barely uttered a word when she swallowed the rest—she had intended to address Jia Yi by his full name, but the burning pain on her face reminded her that this was not the time to be stubborn.

She changed her mind and said, "...It would be fine to let Yi-ge pass the title to Bao-yu as well."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zheng's eyes lit up.

It was just like a hungry dog ​​smelling the aroma of meat, immediately turning its head to stare at Grandmother Jia, its eyes filled with anticipation.

"Pfft—"

Jia She couldn't help but burst out laughing on the spot.

Are these brother and sister-in-law out of their minds?

All you do all day is come up with these outrageous and terrible ideas. Aren't you afraid of hurting your back?

"Mother, I have an appointment, so I'll be going now."

After saying this, he didn't even give Jia Zheng and his wife a proper look, flicked his sleeves, and strode away.

He definitely has a plan today—

But instead of drinking and eating meat, he asked someone to "take good care" of his good younger brother!

Seeing this, Madam Xing was too lazy to stay any longer. She recited a Buddhist prayer and then left.

I've had my fill of today's drama; now it's time to go home and snuggle into bed.

Looking at her two incredibly stupid sons and daughters-in-law below, Grandmother Jia was too angry to even bother.

What if I really had the ability to make the Empress Dowager change her title at will?

Why not just let Jia Zheng ascend the throne and become emperor? That would save us a lot of trouble!

She rolled her eyes at him, and Madam Wang immediately wilted, obediently shutting her mouth and sitting down.