Bite to death Rong Fu Hei 9

  The little servant took a deep breath and continued: "It's said that the young master smashed Tan Gongzi's head, making it bloom!"

  "Damn it! Always causing trouble every other day! Now you've even beaten someone so badly they had to be taken home!"

  The King of Ming let out a loud roar, scaring the little steward so much that his whole body shook.

  He closed his eyes, his whole body trembling with rage, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that was about to erupt, pointed at the door and gritted his teeth:

  "Go, hurry up and send someone to help me catch that prodigal son!"

  "Your Highness, the Crown Prince has returned and is currently in the front hall... debating with Lord Tan."

  Arguing is actually just quarreling!

  Upon hearing this, Ming Wangye felt a surge of hot air rushing to his head, causing his eyes to blur and his footsteps to stumble. He took a step back, almost falling over. Qi Shu rushed forward to support him, softly comforting him:

  "Your Highness, don't be hasty, this matter hasn't been clarified yet. The young master of the Tan family is notorious in the capital, and his evil deeds far surpass those of the Crown Prince. This time, it's not necessarily the Crown Prince's fault."

  The King Ming stroked his forehead, half-closed his eyes, and his old face turned red with anger, panting:

  No matter who caused it, he smashed Tang Shilang's son's head and the other party has come to complain, this is not a small matter!

  "From young till now, there hasn't been a single month where he didn't come back causing some kind of trouble!"

  He looked up at the azure sky, as if he saw something through the floating clouds, and a layer of melancholy floated in his eyes. He let out a long sigh, and a look of fatigue suddenly appeared on his face.

  "Let's go and see what that naughty child has done again."

  "Prince Wang, you must take care of your body and don't get angry again..." Qi Shu supported Prince Ming, comforting him while also reminding the young butler to inform the kitchen to prepare Rong Shizi's dinner.

  The night deepens, the crescent moon rises above the willow branches, sprinkling down silvery lights.

  The bustling Ming Wang Fu finally gradually quieted down, everywhere was quiet, occasionally hearing a few insect calls and frog croaks, dotting the lonely night.

  "Miss, miss."

  Maple hurriedly rushed into the yard, running towards the house. When she came back, she vaguely heard someone say that the eldest sister had fainted. Her heart was anxious and burning, and it wasn't easy to finally come over from the front yard. She stretched out her hand to push open the door.

  In the room, Rong Shizi sat half on the bed, leaning against a dark green pillow, with one hand flat under the quilt and the other placed horizontally on the waterfall, his clothes were neatly spread out on the bed without any wrinkles.

  Even when resting, he still maintains his usual elegance and tranquility, like a beautiful painting, without a single thread of disorder.

  In the bed, due to the shadow, her body was hidden in the dark, only a pale and blurry face could be seen. With the weak light shining from outside the window, it could be made out that it was the eldest sister of the family.

  "Ah, Rong Shizi, how did you end up here......" After admiring the perfect sleeping face, Feng'er still remembered her original purpose and softly called out.

  Rong Yifang's eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened. Under the moonlight, his eyes seemed to be shining with a dark, glassy luster, beautiful and serene. Feng Er was taken aback once again.

  He elegantly raised his left hand, with his slender index finger placed on his lips, and said in a low voice:

  "The young lady in your household is asleep, don't make a disturbance, whatever it is can be discussed tomorrow."