Did Miss become a nun today?

Marquis Zhaoping rushed over, initially filled with rage, but upon entering and seeing that the person was on the verge of death, his anger instantly dissipated.

We can't fight anymore, or someone might die!

"Changyu, what happened?"

"Ask him," Pei Changyu said coldly.

Marquis Zhaoping: ?

Can this unfilial son still speak?

Guan Yun explained from the side, "Does Your Excellency still remember the incident where the Ministry of Revenue's merchant ships were raided and attacked last time?"

Marquis Zhaoping naturally remembered that the Ministry of Revenue's merchant ships were involved in salt tax, carrying account books and birthday gifts for the Empress Dowager. One incident after another occurred, and he had no peace for days.

One or two mistakes are understandable, but repeated mistakes will inevitably shake the emperor's resolve.

Over the years, my son has been decisive and ruthless in the court, which has offended many people. Whenever he makes a mistake, someone will seize the opportunity to make trouble and fight to the death.

"What does this have to do with anything?"

Guan Yun glanced at the Second Young Master on the ground and said, "At the time, the Eldest Young Master suspected that there was a problem with the Ministry of Revenue and asked me to investigate. In the end, the investigation led to the Second Young Master."

Pei Changfeng didn't have the brains for that, and naturally wouldn't gossip with others unless someone with ulterior motives deliberately tried to get him to reveal some clues.

Not much is needed, just a general idea is enough, which led to the trouble at the Ministry of Revenue.

Pei Changfeng didn't see many people during those days; the only one he was connected with was Su Yu.

Pei Changyu had reminded him last time to stay away from the Su family, especially that Su Yu, who had gone out for tea with them just a few days ago.

The anger that Marquis Zhaoping had just calmed down suddenly surged up again, his face turning green with rage. He kicked him, yelling, "You unfilial son!"

"You idiot! Your brother and I haven't dared to say a single careless word to each other all these years, and you, on the contrary, betray us! I'll beat you to death!"

Marquis Zhaoping usually had a good temper. His eldest son had only been beaten once because of Xie Yun Chu, and although his second son was disobedient, he had not caused much trouble over the years. Therefore, he rarely lost his temper.

But today he was so angry that he snatched the whip from the servant's hand and beat him again.

They only stopped when they were too exhausted to continue.

Pei Changyu's voice was indifferent, "I originally didn't interfere with your friendships, but because of Su Yao, you've drifted apart from your cousin, and because of Su Yu, you've developed a rift with Wei Lin. Don't you understand?"

Pei Changfeng was unable to speak, only his eyes could still blink. Upon hearing this, Marquis Zhaoping became even angrier, got up, and lashed out with his whip a few more times.

Zhao Mama, who was listening outside, was terrified but ultimately didn't dare to stop them.

"Madam, shall we go inside?"

Cen Jingyan shook her head. "Didn't you hear the noise inside?"

"Both father and son are angry, it must be something serious. If I don't go in, I don't want to kill him."

Cen Jingyan is skilled in martial arts. Although the Pei father and son are men, they are both scholars and they don't know as well as her where to hit and where to strike.

Rather than causing trouble for the family in the future, it's better to just kill the person and eliminate any future problems.

But since he was his own son, he couldn't bring himself to do it, so he didn't go in.

The commotion inside the ancestral hall didn't get out of hand, and the servants in the courtyard didn't dare to say anything, keeping quiet and pretending they hadn't seen anything.

After today, Pei Changfeng will probably be bedridden for several months and will be more obedient.

When they were carried out, they were in even worse shape than Pei Changyu was last time.

When the father and son came out of the ancestral hall, Zhao Pinghou's face was red, whether from anger or exhaustion, it was hard to tell. Pei Changyu, on the other hand, was calm and composed. He had beaten his younger brother, but his mood hadn't improved much.

Granny Zhao couldn't bear it, so she called the family physician to wait in the second young master's courtyard early on. Cen Jingyan glanced at her son, who was beaten half to death, with a cold face, and waved her hand dismissively, "Send him back and take good care of him."

"Yes."

Cen Jingyan called her eldest son over and said, "Yun Chu was taken to the Eastern Palace by the Crown Prince, which shows how much he values ​​her. Now that she is no longer in the manor, you should give up on that idea."

"I've picked out a few families these past few days. Take some time to go and take a look. You're not getting any younger; it's time for you to get married."

Cen Jingyan realized that neither of her two unfilial sons were good people, and Yun Chu was too naive to be a good match.

"Yun Chu doesn't like you, so why force yourself? If this continues, love will turn into hate instead of love. You're a perceptive person, you should understand that."

Pei Changyu lowered his eyes and remained silent; clearly, these were not the words he wanted to hear.

Cen Jingyan glared at him, her attitude hardening. "Let me tell you, no matter how capable you are, you are still my son. Since ancient times, marriages have always been arranged by parents and matchmakers. This matter is settled. Tomorrow, I will arrange for you to go and meet the matchmaker."

Although this son is very good at pretending, he is not without principles. He is not a villain, and once he gets married, he will never do anything to betray his wife.

Over time, you forget about it.

Living a good life from now on is the path he should take.

"Alright, I've said my piece. Go back and rest. And don't come near me unless it's absolutely necessary. Just looking at you brothers annoys me."

Cen Jingyan is now only thinking about Xie Yun Chu. She has already sent a letter to the Eastern Palace and will go to the palace to visit him once she receives a reply.

Pei Changyu left the main courtyard, looked up at the sky, and scoffed softly. Give up? Forgot?

Unless he dies.

*

Prince Su has been going to the East Palace every day these past few days, hoping to meet the young girl who could win the hearts of the Pei brothers, the Wei brothers, and the newly appointed top scholar.

But after several visits without being able to meet, he became unhappy.

"Hey nephew, you haven't taken a fancy to that girl, have you? You're keeping such a close eye on her, you won't even let me see her!"

Zhao Yu was helpless. Was he really seeing him? He clearly had ill intentions.

"Uncle, you never used to meddle in other people's business. Why are you so interested in a little girl? She's timid, don't frighten her."

Prince Su didn't like hearing this. He considered himself good-looking, and his status was not bad either, so why did he scare her?

He was really curious, but the Crown Prince's palace was heavily guarded, and he couldn't find an opportunity.

Zhao Yu suddenly remembered Xue Xiurong's words and tentatively asked, "Uncle, do you still remember Miss Shen?"

Prince Su said nonchalantly, "Why are you asking this?"

"You haven't married all these years, are you waiting for her?"

Prince Su slammed his teacup on the table. "Nonsense!"

"You know what kind of relationship I have with her. We've never seen eye to eye, and it's a miracle if we don't end up arguing when we meet. Waiting for her? I'm not crazy."

The anger and disdain on the Imperial Uncle's face seemed genuine, further confirming Zhao Yu's thoughts.

He said, "How could the Imperial Uncle like Shen Heng?"

The two were like oil and water back then. He didn't know the specific reason, but they always argued whenever they met. Every time, the Imperial Uncle would be furious, but he would still dare to do it again.

After Shen Heng disappeared, the Imperial Uncle remained quiet for a while, about a year, and returned to his old ways, not meddling in other people's business, but sometimes he seemed gloomy.

"That little girl likes peace and quiet, so Uncle, you shouldn't disturb her. She's suffered a lot, so let her rest," Zhao Yu said.

Prince Su seemed to be deep in thought. Not letting him see him wouldn't do; how could he send a message if he didn't see him?