Dream of the Red Chamber: Start by gaining Zhao Yun's martial prowess, and be ennobled in a sin

However, Qin Keqing probably sensed his ill intentions and became even more unwilling to come to him.

Jia Rong blushed slightly. Qin Keqing had told him about Jia Zhen's inappropriate behavior, and he had a general idea of ​​the situation.

What kind of father-in-law always makes his daughter-in-law come and serve him?

On one occasion, when Qin Keqing was taking a bath in her room, Jia Zhen pretended not to see her and tried to barge in.

Jia Rong naturally didn't want his wife to be humiliated, but Jia Zhen always had the final say in the East Mansion.

He would often beat and scold his own son, Jia Zhen, and he was so afraid of Jia Zhen that he dared not disobey him in the slightest.

Jia Rong, with a hint of timidity on his face, lowered his head and stammered:

"Qin has gone home! I heard from Zhong-ge'er that her father hasn't been feeling well these past few days, so she went home to visit him and might not be back for a few days."

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhen was furious. He had just finished drinking and was feeling a bit aroused, but he was also frightened by Jia Jing's affair. He was just about to seek pleasure to vent his anger.

To everyone's surprise, at this moment, the daughter-in-law she had been longing for actually went home. It was simply outrageous!

Jia Zhen stared at Jia Rong and said in an extremely dissatisfied tone:

"Now that you're a married woman, how can you keep running back to your parents' home every other day!"

"I don't care what method you use, you must bring Qin back tomorrow. I haven't been feeling well these past two days, so have her come and take care of me."

If it weren't for the late hour, Jia Zhen would have made Jia Rong go and bring Qin Keqing back today.

He knew in his heart that Qin Keqing was probably going home to avoid him. This was not the first time she had found an excuse to go back to her parents' home!

Whenever he pushed her a little too hard, Qin Keqing would find an excuse to go back to her parents' home for a few days.

However, none of the beauties he had his eye on in the Eastern Mansion had escaped his grasp.

Even if she were his daughter-in-law, who would dare to say a word against it!

He had roughly figured out Qin Keqing's personality; she was a weak and submissive person.

When she returns this time, I will completely break down her defenses, accomplish something good, and let her experience what it's like to be a daughter-in-law, so that she knows that no one in the East Mansion can go against her wishes.

As Jia Zhen thought of this, his heart burned even hotter. The thought of Qin Shi, that charming and alluring beauty, and the stimulation brought by the taboo of her identity, gave him a sense of novelty and impulse that he rarely felt in his daily life.

As for what Jia Rong thinks, he doesn't care at all.

Seeing Jia Zhen's displeased expression, Jia Rong felt a sense of fear.

But remembering Qin Keqing's repeated pleas, he steeled himself, knelt down, and pleaded:

"Master! It is an act of filial piety for Madam Qin to visit her father. Could you allow her a few days? I will go and bring her back in a few days!"

Jia Rong did not agree immediately, but only thought of delaying for some time.

Perhaps once Jia Zhen's interest has subsided, Qin Keqing can return without any further trouble.

Jia Zhen stood up from his chair with a sullen face, kicked Jia Rong, who was kneeling on the ground, and spat in Jia Rong's face again.

He cursed angrily:

"What nonsense! A married woman obeys her husband; she has no right to act on her own! We must bring her back tomorrow, or you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

Jia Rong was filled with fear and dared not voice any further objections.

He knew that Jia Zhen was truly enraged, and if he dared to disobey again, he would surely receive a severe beating!

He could only nod reluctantly and say:

"Yes! Yes! Your son will definitely bring Qin back tomorrow!"

Just as the two were talking,

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the hall, and then Lai Sheng, the chief steward of Ningguo Mansion, was seen retreating into the hall in a panic with several servants.

"Tap tap tap tap..."

Zhuque, clad in full armor and with a long sword at his waist, stormed in with about twenty personal guards, exuding a murderous aura.

Zhuque stood in the center of the hall, while the other guards, with their hands on their waist knives, quickly took their positions on both sides of the hall, standing straight and surrounding Jia Zhen, Lai Sheng, Jia Rong, and the others.

The atmosphere on the field suddenly became solemn.

"My lord! The Marquis's personal guards insisted on barging in, saying they wanted to see you, and we couldn't stop them!"

Lai Sheng turned to report to Jia Zhen.

It's not that they couldn't stop them, but rather that they simply didn't dare to.

Nowadays, everyone knows that the Marquis of the Western Mansion is a killing machine. He can even kill someone like the Marquis of Linchuan without hesitation. How could we dare to stop his personal guards?

If they are killed, there will probably be no one to seek justice.

Jia Zhen had no time to deal with Lai Sheng and the others at this moment.

He looked at the solemn-faced Zhuque and the others, his pupils contracted slightly, and he had a bad feeling.

Why are Jia Jing's personal guards here at the East Mansion at this hour, and with such an aggressive demeanor? Could it be...?

"Jia Zhen, the Marquis asked me to pass on a message to you!"

Just as the scene fell silent, Zhuque looked at Jia Zhen and spoke coldly.

"You must be General Zhang, the commander of my third brother, Nobuyuki's, army? We've met before!"

"Is my third brother alright? I heard something happened to him today, and I was worried about him for quite a while!"

Despite feeling somewhat uneasy, Jia Zhen forced a smile and exchanged pleasantries.

"Insolence! You scoundrel! How dare you call me 'Third Brother'! You should address me as 'Lord Marquis'!"

Zhuque had no liking for Jia Zhen at all and coldly rebuked him.

Jia Zhen was startled by Zhu Que's cold shout, and his bad premonition grew stronger.

The others in the hall looked at each other in surprise, secretly shocked: Master Zhen had always been arrogant and domineering in the East Mansion, when had he ever been reprimanded to his face like this?

But no one dared to say anything, after all, the person in front of them was not only a subordinate of the Marquis of Xifu, but also a second-class earl of the imperial court, with great prestige and not to be underestimated!

Jia Zhen took a deep breath, suppressing his fear, anger, and other emotions.

Although he felt that the visitors had ill intentions, he had already come to this point and could not back down.

He could only force a smile again and nod, saying:

"Yes, yes, yes! May I ask what message Your Excellency wishes to convey?"

"Come closer, and I will tell you!" Zhuque said calmly.

Left with no other choice, Jia Zhen walked up to Zhuque and respectfully craned his neck to listen to Zhuque's message.

He thought to himself: "He probably heard the rumors in the manor and that Jia Jing sent him to scold me. Anyway, it's not the first time I've been scolded. I'll just bear it and wait for a chance to get revenge later."

Everyone in the hall held their breath and waited for Zhuque to speak.

"Snapped!"

A sharp sound rang out in the hall, and Zhuque slammed the scabbard hard into Jia Zhen's old face.

The blow knocked Jia Zhen off balance, causing him to fall to the ground. His hat, usually worn by wealthy men, was knocked askew, and his face instantly became red and swollen.

"The Marquis told me to slap you!"

"This will remind you to be a decent person from now on!"