Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

Just as Shangguan Tang stepped forward, Old Liu, who was crying uncontrollably not far away, suddenly roared and pounced on Shangguan Tang.

"Shangguan Tang, you vicious woman! Respect for the dead is paramount! The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion actually desecrated the old Marquis Weiyuan's grave! You deserve to die!"

Shangguan Tang nimbly dodged, and Old Liu missed her target and fell to the ground.

She was stunned for a moment, then felt even more grief and indignation. She shouted, "Gentlemen, the old Marquis Weiyuan was a founding hero who followed the late emperor. What wrong did he do? Just because of a few words from a servant, they dug up my family's grave. This is outrageous!"

The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is just bullying people by abusing its power!

From now on, anyone who inadvertently offends the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion should be careful that their ancestral graves are not desecrated! You all better be very careful!

Among the onlookers, some people's expressions indeed changed.

"Yes, what the Duke of Zhenguo's family did was really unfair. No matter what the grudges were, the debts should be settled after death. To dig up someone's grave in broad daylight is just too unfair."

"That's true. Besides, who knows if what that servant said is true? Or maybe that servant was bribed by the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion to deliberately frame the Earl of Weiyuan's mansion."

"I think the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is just finding new ways to retaliate against the Earl of Weiyuan's mansion."

"This is terrifying! The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is far too arrogant!"

"Keep your voices down! Even His Majesty treats the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion with utmost respect. Talking badly about them? Don't you want to die?"

"That's right. Yesterday at Huangjue Temple, the old lady of the Duke of Zhenguo said that she would dig up the grave and whip the corpse."

Hearing the murmurs of the crowd, Ying Yufu frowned slightly, while Liao Kong's eyes were dark and deep.

Shangguan Tang was furious. She said angrily, "Who said that the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion dug up their family graves? The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion hasn't even had a chance to dig them up yet. It's someone who couldn't stand them first and took the opportunity to dig up their graves first."

But how many people would believe that?

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Lin Zhong walked up to Ying Yufu.

Lin Zhong was still pale from the punishment he had received. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance he once had when facing Ying Yufu, but his demeanor was still extremely cold.

"Second Miss, the Lord requests your presence; he has something to say to you," Lin Zhong said.

Ying Yufu glanced at him and chuckled, "In the woods, look around, where's the Second Miss?"

Lin Zhong's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, and after a moment he realized what was happening, he said, "Princess Anguo, the Marquis invites you."

Ying Yufu looked up and saw that Ying Nanyao was turning his head to look in her direction.

His expression was calm, without the anger of his father's grave being dug up; instead, he looked at Ying Yufu with some expectation.

Ying Yufu felt a surge of curiosity.

She wanted to know Ying Nanyao's purpose.

So she followed him into the woods.

"Fu'er, be careful." Shangguan Tang couldn't help but worry.

Ying Yufu gave her mother a reassuring look.

Seeing that she had actually come, Ying Nanyao was very happy. He looked at Ying Yufu with a loving expression and said, "Fu'er, you still care about your father, don't you?"

Ying Yufu's face stiffened; she was immediately disgusted.

"State your purpose." She regretted coming over; curiosity really killed the cat.

Ying Nanyao was not disappointed, and asked again, "This grave was dug up by the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, wasn't it?"

Ying Yufu remained silent, looking at him calmly.

"You've dug up the grave of a founding hero. Do you know what crime that is? It's a capital offense. Even the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion would be punished for it."

Ying Nanyao said.

Ying Yufu listened quietly without making a sound.

Ying Nanyao thought she was scared.

He then said, "I heard that you cured Feng Yuheng's leg? I don't know why you have such medical skills, but I suppose your mother has always been wary of me."

She's never been on my side, so she has no right to blame me, right?

Ying Yufu frowned impatiently. "What exactly did you want to say?"

Ying Nanyao revealed his true intentions, saying, "If you agree to heal my leg, I will cover for you and not pursue the matter of the Duke of Zhenguo's grave being dug up."

Ying Yufu smiled.

She curled her lips in a mocking smile. "Uncle Ying, you're dreaming."

The hope on Ying Nanyao's face vanished instantly, replaced by a gloomy stare at Ying Yufu.

Ying Yufu sneered, "Aren't you afraid that the man down there... your father, will blame you for being an unfilial son?"

Ying Nanyao's expression changed completely, and he glanced at the corpse in the coffin with a guilty look.

Perhaps because he felt guilty, he felt that the empty eyes of the skeleton were looking in his direction.

"Are you really unwilling to treat my leg?" Ying Nanyao's face darkened.

Ying Yufu glanced at his legs. "Where do you get the nerve?"

Ying Nanyao's eyes darkened: "Fine, fine, since that's how it is, then don't blame me for pursuing this to the end..."

Ying Yufu sneered, "Uncle Ying, you should think about what will happen to you two for such a heinous crime as your father colluding with bandits!"

She turned and left.

However, she had only taken a few steps when she heard the clear, tinkling sound of bells coming from outside the crowd.

The ringing was so abrupt that the crowd couldn't help but look more curiously toward the source of the sound.

Then a very large carriage, pulled by two horses, slowly drove up from the official road not far away.

At each of the four corners of the carriage hung a string of eight golden bells, which shone brightly in the sunlight and appeared to be made of real gold.

The driver was a man in blue robes. He had long hair that reached his waist and a carefree demeanor. He held the reins in one hand and a wine jug in the other, occasionally tilting his head back to take a swig, and then laughing and talking with the people in the carriage.

The carriage was truly luxurious, the young man was truly dashing, and even the horses pulling the carriage were exceptionally handsome.

The crowd was immediately drawn to the sound and exclaimed in amazement.

If even the young man driving the carriage is so outstanding, then the person inside the carriage must be extraordinary.

Inside the palace.

The Empress smiled for the first time since the Duan family's downfall.

She presented the peach blossom pastries she had made to Emperor Cangxuan with a gentle smile, as radiant and innocent as when she first entered the palace.

She perfectly captured both innocence and charm.

"Your Majesty, I received a letter from Luan'er a few days ago, saying that she is already on her way back to the capital."

Judging by the days, it should be arriving soon.

Emperor Cangxuan also smiled and said, "I know. I have already arranged for Mingze to pick them up."

The Empress scolded, "Did His Majesty only send Ze'er? What about the Crown Prince?"

Emperor Cangxuan glanced at her with an inscrutable expression and said helplessly, "Empress, as you know, I can't do anything about the Crown Prince's personality."

The Empress looked somber. "It's all my fault as the Empress Dowager. The Crown Prince has never been able to feel close to me."

Emperor Cangxuan glanced at her: "Since you know you're not doing well, then you should try harder."

Empress: "?"

The empress almost lost her composure.

It's always like this: when she speaks ill of the Crown Prince, she thinks His Majesty will listen, but the next moment, he turns the tables on her.

Sometimes, she really couldn't figure out what Emperor Cangxuan was thinking.