What is Third Prince thinking in his mind?
Su Yan doesn’t care.
She just thought that she could finally bring him back to the Marquis Mansion.
Su Yan brought Ji Yu back to the mansion.
And relocated him to the previous courtyard he resided in.
Just before they went to see the courtyard together, they were stopped by Mr. Su’s people.
The Housekeeper of the Marquis Mansion, accompanied by three servants.
Stood in front of Su Yan
"Young Master, the master requests your presence."
The manner in which he ca, bringing along three strong servants.
The purpose was clear, whether gentle or forceful.
It was intended to take Su Yan over there.
Ji Yu spoke up
"Young Master, Ji Yu can go by himself."
Su Yan glanced at the housekeeper.
Then nodded,
"Lanzhi, accompany him, I’ll go see my father."
"Yes, Young Master."
The housekeeper gestured invitingly
"Young Master, this way, please."
Su Yan nodded and stepped forward.
From the front yard, past the hall, all the way to the door of Mr. Su’s study.
Just hearing the housekeeper announce
"Sir, the Young Master is here."
"Let him in!"
A voice full of vigor.
And also carrying anger.
The housekeeper made an inviting gesture
"Young Master, please."
Su Yan pushed open the door of the study, and stepped inside.
With a bang.
A dark inkstone was hurled directly at Su Yan’s forehead.
Su Yan dodged to the side.
With a clang.
The inkstone struck the wall behind him, and then fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.
Mr. Su, rugged-looking, was also a General on the battlefield in his earlier years.
Even though he had co to the Capital to serve as an official, his fierce aura had not weakened.
Mr. Su, furious
"Rebellious son! You’ve completely ruined the Su Family’s reputation!!"
Su Yan and Mr. Su locked gazes.
"What are you referring to, Father?"
Her voice devoid of emotion, simply questioning.
Seeing her like this, it actually startled Mr. Su.
Mr. Su took a deep breath, calming the anger in his heart
"You waste your days not doing proper work, loitering around with birds and crickets, visiting brothels, frequenting gambling houses.
Now, even rumors of being gay are spreading all over the Capital!"
Su Yan looked at Mr. Su, bowed with hands folded in front
"This is indeed my nature, doesn’t Father know of this since day one?"
"You!!"
Su Yan was plainly speaking the truth.
But this nearly gave Mr. Su a stroke!
Making Mr. Su pound the desk and repeatedly shout
"Rebellious son! Rebellious son!!"
Su Yan lowered his head to think for a mont.
"Father, I have learned so basic martial arts outside, today I want to ask for so guidance from you."
Perhaps because Mr. Su was a military man.
When it cos to formalities, he is the least particular and the most disdainful.
Compared to brush and ink, Mr. Su loves swords and clubs more.
Look at the inkstone that fell on the floor.
All destroyed.
Presumably, it hasn’t been used for at least seven or eight days.
Then look at the curved bow and long knife hanging on the wall.
It’s a study room, yet not many books have been read; however, the long knife has been swung daily, and the handle has blackened.
In Mr. Su’s eyes, Su Yan is a young man.
But looking so fair and timid.
Lacking any manly spirit at all.
The more Mr. Su looked at Su Yan, the more infuriated he beca.
Especially hearing about all he had done, all the more it pissed him off.
He almost wished he could hang him up and beat him.
Originally, Mr. Su intended to punish Su Yan by making him kneel in the temple hall.
Now hearing Su Yan speak as if challenging him to a duel.
Mr. Su’s eyes lit up.
In the past, his child would only agree with him, as if afraid of being devoured by him.
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