Liang Yunshan was almost dumbfounded upon hearing this. He had been struggling with this dilemma for over half a month, and it turned out to be a play personally orchestrated by his beloved son!

Liang Yunshan didn’t find anything wrong with enjoying beautiful women.

However, Princess Qin’an wasn’t just any ordinary beauty. Once she entered the household, as Old Madam Liang had said, it would be an omen of domestic unrest.

Taking a co-wife meant the decline of the family and instability in the inner quarters.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers—with two women of equal status, whom should the people in the inner quarters obey?

Endless internal strife would exhaust the family’s fortune, which would indeed signify the family’s decline.

“Beast!”

Liang Yunshan punched his other hand, so angry his hair stood on end.

“Mother, rest assured. Your son will personally deal with him—tie him up and apply family law!”

Old Madam Liang sneered: “Family law? There are ten rules of family law. Which one will you use?”

Liang Yunshan was stunned.

Yes, among the ten rules of family law, which one should be used?

The later clauses were increasingly severe—even Liang Yunshan himself probably couldn’t endure them.

Old Madam Liang closed her eyes: “He is your and Zhao Wanniang’s son. I won’t interfere.”

Hearing the three words “Zhao Wanniang,” Liang Yunshan was once again consumed with rage: “The sixth rule—fifty beatings and three days kneeling in the ancestral hall!”

Old Madam Liang sighed softly: “If you want to punish him, you should first go speak before Zhao Wanniang’s memorial tablet.”

Zhao Wanniang…

Zhao Wanniang…

Liang Yunshan’s hair and beard bristled, his gaze firm as he said word by word: “The seventh rule—fifty beatings, no medical treatment or food, and if he doesn’t die within three days, three more days kneeling in the ancestral hall!”

Old Madam Liang gently fingered the Buddhist beads in her hands, softly chanting Buddha’s name.

Seeing this, Liang Yunshan knew Old Madam Liang wouldn’t interfere in anything. His gaze turned fierce as he turned and left.

After Liang Yunshan had been gone for a while, Old Madam Liang opened her eyes. Her gaze was unfocused as she looked at the scattered falling leaves in the courtyard and softly said: “You came back just to personally send him to his death. You can’t blame me.”

Then, the corner of her lips curved up in what might or might not have been a smile.

Nanny Luo was stunned watching this.

Although she knew Old Madam Liang detested Zhao Wanniang and her pair of children, she hadn’t known the hatred ran so deep that she would manipulate Liang Yunshan into personally cutting off Liang Zhe’s path to survival.

Nanny Luo wasn’t particularly kind-hearted and had no tendency toward excessive sympathy, but seeing Old Madam Liang’s methods and how she deliberately or inadvertently used Zhao Wanniang to stoke Liang Yunshan’s fury still made her shudder.

Old Madam Liang’s tactics were truly too ruthless.

After Liang Yunshan left Ning Garden, Mingcha approached and said: “My lord, the young master just returned and went to Songtao Residence.”

The weather in mid-October already carried a strong sense of desolation.

The wind swept up withered leaves from the ground, whirled them around, and sent them flying into the air.

Liang Yunshan stood in place, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, his gaze showing both struggle and grief.

Under the seventh rule of family law, Liang Zhe would certainly be severely injured.

As a general, setting aside personal feelings, Liang Yunshan greatly admired Liang Zhe’s courage on the battlefield. If Liang Zhe were someone else’s son, he would certainly do his utmost to cultivate him.

But he was so unruly, so rebellious—how could this continue?

Rather than let him bring disaster to the hundreds of people in the Marquis Pingxi’s residence in the future, it would be better to remove this malignant tumor today!

Liang Yunshan turned to face Mingcha, his face now filled with determination and a hint of bloodthirsty intent: “Go tell Steward Liang to open the ancestral hall and prepare the family law!”

He then left the bewildered Mingcha behind and strode away with large steps.

Mingcha was only confused for a moment before immediately shivering. The Marquis was going to take action against the young master!

What crime had the young master committed?!

Mingcha didn’t dare delay for a moment and immediately ran off.

When Liang Yunshan arrived at Songtao Residence, a maid in the courtyard wanted to go in and announce his arrival, but Liang Yunshan flicked a pebble that hit the maid’s shin, causing her to fall.

Before the others could react, Liang Yunshan had already entered the courtyard.

Hong Juan at the door saw this and quickly bowed: “My lord!”

Liang Yunshan’s face was iron-blue as he strode through the door.

Upon entering, he was stunned.

Because Liang Zhe was sitting shirtless on a stool while Qin Shuying was helping him put on clothes.

On the table beside them lay a bright yellow jade pendant with a dragon writhing on it—this was an imperial item.

Specifically, it belonged to Emperor Delong.

Both Liang Zhe and Qin Shuying were startled to see Liang Yunshan. Qin Shuying put down the medicine and both stood up, saying: “Father.”

Because of that jade pendant, Liang Yunshan temporarily suppressed what he had been about to say and pointed at the pendant in confusion: “This is His Majesty’s imperial item. Why is it here with you?”

Liang Zhe’s face showed some hesitation.

Seeing him being evasive, Liang Yunshan’s eyes widened: “Did you steal it!”

The hesitation in Liang Zhe’s eyes immediately vanished like smoke. His gaze became like a deep pool, and a hint of violent aura appeared on his face: “Ever since Mother passed away, Father has never set foot in Songtao Residence. I wonder what brings you here today?”

Liang Zhe’s words immediately ignited Liang Yunshan’s fury. What did he mean by “never set foot in Songtao Residence”?

And he still had the face to mention that lowly woman Zhao Wanniang?

Without thinking, Liang Yunshan raised his arm and slapped Liang Zhe across the face: “Beast! Who are you talking to!”

Liang Zhe neither dodged nor evaded, taking Liang Yunshan’s slap directly.

Liang Yunshan’s strength was considerable, and since Liang Zhe didn’t dodge and his skin was as pale as a woman’s, the five finger marks were immediately visible—the red finger prints on his white face were very obvious.

Liang Zhe slowly straightened his body and smiled at Liang Yunshan: “Marquis Pingxi, what exactly is the matter that makes you label me a beast without saying a word?! And requires you to personally take action?”

Seeing that he not only showed no remorse but was pressing him step by step, Liang Yunshan’s forehead veins bulged as he pointed at his nose and cursed: “You actually schemed against Princess Qin’an! What audacity! You’re exactly like your mother!”

Liang Zhe’s fists slowly clenched, and Qin Shuying stepped back several paces.

For more than a month, she had advised Liang Zhe not to oppose Liang Yunshan.

But why did Liang Yunshan have to bring up Zhao Wanniang the moment he opened his mouth?

If Liang Zhe couldn’t control himself today and wanted to hit Liang Yunshan, Qin Shuying wouldn’t advise against it anymore.

Unexpectedly, Liang Zhe didn’t raise his fist to strike anyone but picked up the clothes beside him and began putting them on unhurriedly.

Qin Shuying remembered just seeing the hideous scar on Liang Zhe’s back that ran straight from his left shoulder blade to his right waist, and her heart tightened.

Seeing his slow movements, Liang Yunshan became even angrier: “I’ve already ordered the ancestral hall opened and the family law prepared. Beast, get over here!”

Liang Zhe acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to arrange his clothes methodically. After putting on the outer robe draped over the chair back, he picked up the dragon-patterned jade pendant and wore it around his neck.

“Marquis Pingxi, did Princess Qin’an personally tell you about the scheme, or do you have any evidence?”