Inside what appeared to be an ordinary residence, something extraordinary was happening.

Fuxue was backed step by step into a corner by a youth much taller than him, his eyes filled with terror: “You, you stay away! If Miss finds out, she’ll punish you!”

The young man’s tearful appearance only further ignited Wei Feng’s determination to have him.

He had waited far too long for this day.

Miss Luo?

Miss Luo was certainly not to be trifled with, but didn’t she remain unaware?

Trapping the young man in the corner, Wei Feng curved his lips in a smile: “Punish me? Your Miss Luo knows nothing—how can she punish me?”

As he spoke, he gripped the young man’s delicate chin and said discontentedly: “As for you, forget about Miss Luo as soon as possible. From now on, just obediently stay with me. I won’t mistreat you.”

Not far away, Xu Xi was bound tightly to a chair with rope, a sweat-soaked cloth stuffed in his mouth as he struggled furiously.

Hearing the commotion, Wei Feng glanced over and said impatiently: “Keep making noise and I’ll kill you and dump you in the mass grave. I couldn’t figure out what to do with you anyway.”

Xu Xi’s struggling movements froze.

Although the way Prince Pingnan’s heir was treating Fuxue disgusted and enraged him, making him pity poor Fuxue who had fallen into evil clutches, but still!

What did he mean by “nowhere to put him” and wanting to throw him in a mass grave?

He wasn’t ugly!

Even if he couldn’t become a male favorite, he shouldn’t be getting the mass grave treatment.

Thinking about his experiences these past days, combined with Prince Pingnan heir’s differential treatment, the young man was so devastated he began doubting his life.

Was he really that terrible?

Seeing Xu Xi stop moving, Wei Feng nodded with satisfaction and instructed a young man: “Watch him carefully.”

The youth had rosy lips and white teeth, and actually bore two or three parts resemblance to Fuxue. Hearing this, he nodded, his eyes showing grievance.

Had the young master gotten a new favorite and didn’t want him anymore?

Wei Feng couldn’t care less about a male favorite’s feelings. He grabbed Fuxue’s wrist and dragged him toward another room.

“Let me go, let me go! Miss will bring Big White to rescue me!”

Hearing Fuxue mention Big White, Wei Feng’s expression instantly twisted.

He couldn’t forget the humiliating incident of having his buttocks pinched by that goose.

“Stop dreaming. If you’re sensible, I might not settle accounts with that goose. Otherwise, sooner or later I’ll find a chance to wring its neck—”

Just then, a thunderous bang rang out.

Wei Feng’s movements halted as he instinctively looked outside.

Outside the main hall, a plainly-dressed young woman stared inside expressionlessly.

The instant their gazes met, Wei Feng’s eyes sharply contracted, revealing an expression of disbelief.

How could Miss Luo have found this place!

Where were his attendants? Were his two personal attendants dead?

Wei Feng instinctively looked around.

Shi Yan chuckled: “Stop looking—they’re right here.”

With two thuds, the two attendants were thrown like sacks before Wei Feng’s feet.

Wei Feng’s eyes flashed with fear as he stared fixedly at Luo Sheng: “You—”

Luo Sheng had no intention of listening to nonsense. She said coldly: “Beat him!”

Shi Yan strode forward.

Even faster than Shi Yan was Hong Dou.

The little maid moved with lightning speed, shrieking at the top of her lungs: “Prince Pingnan’s heir is so shameless—he actually stole our Miss’s companion to keep as a male favorite!”

The ten-some-year-old girl had an incredibly loud voice, her shrill cry carrying far and wide.

The two women standing at the courtyard gate peering inside to watch the excitement couldn’t help exchanging glances.

Look at what they’d just heard!

Prince Pingnan’s heir?

Stealing a young lady’s companion?

To keep as a male favorite?

This excitement was far too grand—much more worthwhile than going to watch the top scholar’s procession.

The younger woman couldn’t help asking the idle Shi Yan nearby: “Young man, who is your Miss?”

Having asked, she realized she was nervous.

This young man had such a serious expression—he looked rather frightening.

Unexpectedly, the frightening-looking young man actually answered her question: “Our Miss is the daughter of Grand Commander Luo, Miss Luo.”

“Miss Luo?” The young woman’s voice suddenly rose high, unable to conceal her excitement. “I know Miss Luo! Why would Miss Luo come here?”

Who didn’t know the famous Miss Luo?

She also knew Miss Luo had opened a tavern. Once her husband had dragged her past the tavern entrance, and smelling the fragrance, insisted on going in to look. She’d slapped him back to his senses with a big smack.

Legend had it that a man with substantial family assets went bankrupt after eating just two meals at that black shop, even having to sell his house.

Was that a place small common folk like them could go?

The frightening-looking young man remained patient: “Miss’s companion was snatched by Prince Pingnan’s heir while watching the excitement on the street. We tracked him all the way here.”

The young woman returned to the older woman’s side fully satisfied.

In such a large estate, not everyone could have gone to watch the street excitement—there were always some staying home. Hearing the commotion now, they gradually gathered to inquire about the situation.

The two women immediately spoke with animated gestures, still chattering on even after Luo Sheng’s group left escorting Wei Feng away.

In the blink of an eye, news that Prince Pingnan’s heir had stolen Miss Luo’s companion spread far and wide.

“Miss Luo, should we return to the tavern or go to Prince Pingnan’s residence?” Shi Yan glanced at Wei Feng and asked.

Based on his understanding of Miss Luo, nine times out of ten she’d storm their gates.

“Neither.” Luo Sheng’s expression was perfectly calm.

As if it weren’t Prince Pingnan’s heir being held down by Hong Dou, and as if there weren’t a long string of spectators following behind them.

“Then where are we going?” Shi Yan couldn’t quite figure it out.

They surely weren’t going to take him to the Jinlin Guard office to have Grand Commander Luo make the decision, were they?

Given Prince Pingnan heir’s status, doing so would actually be inappropriate.

Luo Sheng smiled: “Naturally we’re going to the Shuntian Prefecture to have the Prefect make the decision.”

Shi Yan was stunned.

Hong Dou pursed her lips: “Shi San, are you blockheaded? The dignified Prince Pingnan’s heir committed robbery in broad daylight. Our Miss is but a person of humble status and little influence—if we don’t go to Shuntian Prefecture to find the upright magistrate to make the decision, who else can we turn to?”

“Miss Hong Dou is absolutely right.” Shi Yan gave a thumbs up.

Miss Luo was going to put Prince Pingnan’s heir to death—she’d even thought up the ultimate move of going to Shuntian Prefecture.

Thinking about it this way, the Master working so hard to reach his current state before Miss Luo was already quite an effort, quite remarkable.

Hearing this, Wei Feng, his mouth stuffed with the sweat cloth, began struggling violently.

Watching this, Xu Xi felt immensely gratified.

Truly the wheel of fortune turns! Where was Prince Pingnan heir’s earlier arrogance when he wanted to throw him in a mass grave?

Evil people truly have their own evil nemesis to grind them down.

Xu Xi secretly glanced at Luo Sheng.

The young woman walked with leisurely steps, her brows and eyes serene.

Xu Xi couldn’t help shuddering.

The female demon head was too terrifying. From now on, he’d better just obediently chop firewood. His plan to escape with the cook would have to proceed gradually.

Before the Shuntian Prefecture gates, all was cold and quiet. The bailiffs were boredly counting sparrows perched on tree branches.

There was no helping it—today all normal people had gone to watch the excitement. Who would come to Shuntian Prefecture to file a complaint?

Inadvertently looking up, a bailiff saw a dense mass of people approaching from the distance.

The bailiff immediately perked up and hurriedly tugged at his companion: “Quick, look! Is that the top scholar’s procession coming?”

The other bailiff shook his head in puzzlement: “That shouldn’t be right—the top scholar’s procession doesn’t follow this route.”

“Wait, the one in front looks like—”

The two bailiffs looked at each other and said in unison: “Miss Luo!”