Yun Jiao stuck her head out again to take a look. Between the South Building and North Building, there was a huge Middle Building blocking the view. She quickly nodded, "Mm, the North Building is better."
She didn’t want to run into that man later.
Jiang Youzhi said to Liu Lang, "Are you done playing? If you are, let’s go eat."
Liu Lang didn’t even turn his head, "Just a little longer."
Jiang Youzhi was helpless with the young ones, "Well, you can keep watching, we’ll head to the North Building first."
Mrs. Chen stayed behind to accompany the children, along with four guards watching over them.
Jiang Youzhi and Yun Jiao had just turned around when suddenly four guards approached, charging at them but stopping at a distance.
Among them, a man in a black robe with a sword hanging at his waist looked at Yun Jiao and said, "My master wants to see you."
Yun Jiao blinked, puzzled, "Who is your master?" Could it be soone she knew?
She seed to have no acquaintances in Capital City.
The guard looked up at the second-floor window.
Yan Beichen was staring over.
Yun Jiao saw it was that man and quickly shook her head, "I don’t know him, I’m not going."
The guard suddenly drew out half of his sword, Jiang Youzhi’s guard Ah Qiu squinted his eyes, stepped forward, and said, "So, it turns out to be Grandmaster Yan’s guard."
"I am from the Duke of England Mansion, and this is our Princely Heir."
"As for this young lady—"
Jiang Youzhi shielded Yun Jiao behind him, "She is my fiancée."
The guard returned the half-drawn sword, hesitated, bowed, "Sorry for disturbing you."
Then took the remaining guards and left.
Once the guards were so distance away, Jiang Youzhi tightened his grip on Yun Jiao’s hand and headed towards the North Building.
As they walked, he asked Ah Qiu, "Who is this Mr. Yan?"
He disliked how that man looked at Jiao Jiao, as if Jiao Jiao were his possession.
Ah Qiu, having followed the Duke of England for years, was familiar with almost all the influential people in the Capital. He whispered to Jiang Youzhi, "This Mr. Yan is the son of Grandmaster Yan and currently a Grand Scholar at Xuanhe Hall."
"This man is lustful by nature. Any woman he sets his eyes on, regardless of whether she is married or has children, or her own wishes, he has them forcibly brought to his mansion."
Jiang Youzhi’s face turned extrely cold at these words.
The damned man from earlier was planning to directly take Jiao Jiao!
Ah Qiu continued, "Also, this Mr. Yan has so peculiar tastes."
"The Gentle Chair and Beauty Bowl are his inventions."
Jiang Youzhi frowned, "What are those?"
Ah Qiu said, "The Gentle Chair is making won use their bodies as his chair, either one or stacked two or three, for him to sit on comfortably."
"As for Beauty Bowl—when he wants to spit, he makes beauties open their mouths to receive it."
Yun Jiao, who was listening nearby, felt a wave of disgust.
This man is a pervert!
Jiang Youzhi said coldly, "Doesn’t anyone impeach him for such acts?"
Ah Qiu shook his head, "This Mr. Yan enjoys great trust and favor from the emperor."
"He is also extrely smart and talented. The emperor loves poetry, calligraphy, and painting; he excels in all, especially in calligraphy, and the emperor seeks his writing."
"As you might know, the emperor himself is a master of calligraphy."
"Moreover, the emperor loves good food, so he guides the mansion’s chefs, racking his brain to create many delicacies to offer to the emperor."
"In every way, he pleases the emperor."
"His father is also a Grandmaster. The father-son duo sells official positions and titles in the court, and they practically have control over everything."
"Even if officials impeach them, the emperor ignores it, and those officials end up miserably. Nowadays, no one dares to impeach the father and son."
Jiang Youzhi furrowed his brow.
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