Having finished saying these words, Steward Liang no longer looked at the woman, turned his face, and with a touch of flattery smiled at the beautiful woman beside him, "Miss Hong, are you satisfied with these arrangements?"

"Hmm." The 'Miss Hong'er' let out a slight sound through her nose, looked up and down at the scolded woman, her gaze indifferent and arrogant, but she said no more.

At this moment, three youths in splendid clothing came over from the pavilion on the other side; the leader, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, was exceptionally radiant and energetic—a typical image of a prince charming in young girls' hearts—was Zhu Wu.

"Young Master…"

Seeing Zhu Wu, the maid named Xiao Hong immediately lost her arrogance and coldness, replacing it with a coquettish smile. With a soft call, she quickly swayed her waist and charmingly approached him.

And Zhu Wu cooperated by extending an arm, allowing Xiao Hong to cling onto it, her curvaceous figure sticking completely to his body, seemingly ready to hang on him.

"What's happened after all?"

Xiao Hong, breathing sweetly beside Zhu Wu's ear, whispered, "Young Master, didn't I just follow your instructions and give a good lesson to this wretched woman?" Saying this, she glanced at Aunt Rong.

"Oh!" Following Xiao Hong's gaze, Zhu Wu indeed saw Aunt Rong, who was washing clothes.

"Young Master, I've been racking my brains daily to torment that wretched woman as per your orders! See how I've troubled myself, to the point of getting wrinkles…" Xiao Hong spoke with extreme coyness.

"Oh, is that so? Well done, you'll be rewarded when we return!" Then, bending slightly, he murmured in a volume only she could hear: "Wash up and wait for me tonight, I'll compensate you properly…"

"You're awful…" Upon hearing this, Xiao Hong's face flushed with bashful red, she cast a playful glance at Zhu Wu, with not a hint of refusal, rather a bit of impatience.

"Hahaha…" Zhu Wu laughed wildly, then glanced at Aunt Rong, coldly huffed inside his heart, "Wretched woman, you can only blame Zhu Bufan, that wild child, for being closest to you!" Thinking this, Zhu Wu's face darkened, and he loudly instructed the maidservants standing beside Aunt Rong washing clothes, "Listen up! Offload all your tasks onto that wretched woman, finish it all by tonight, or else she won't eat!"

"Yes!" Upon hearing this, most of the maids halted their tasks, dumping them beside Aunt Rong, who had already accumulated a bucket of dirty clothes. Now, it was more than double the original amount.

The river water in winter was naturally freezing cold, washing clothes in it was an extremely painful thing. Each of these maids had hands swollen red and looked like buns, some even cracked with deep blood marks such that any slight effort would break them, letting blood flow. Now they heard they could avoid such pain, why would they hesitate? Even those few with some compassion merely hesitated for a moment before placing their clothes beside Aunt Rong.

"But…but…this…this…"

Aunt Rong was incredibly aggrieved inside, stammering, trying to argue.

However, as soon as Aunt Rong finished speaking, the displeasure surged on 'Miss Hong'er's face: "What do you mean by that? Are you saying even Young Master Zhu Wu couldn't command you?" Saying this, her expression had completely darkened.

At this moment, Zhu Bufan finally understood, wasn't the person being scolded his Aunt Rong?

A surge of anger instantly soared 'boom boom' from deep in Zhu Bufan's mind. The composed expression faded from Zhu Bufan's face, gradually growing grim and cold. Furrowing his brows, he looked slightly coldly toward the scene. His hands trembled lightly… Hearing this, he realized, due to him, how much Aunt Rong had suffered these days.

A dragon has reverse scales; touch them, and you'll be punished! Aunt Rong was Zhu Bufan's current reverse scale.

Rong's face finally flushed red!

Over the years, faced with various harassments from Steward Liang and his group of servants, she bore a patience for the sake of peace, adopting a step-back approach for broader views, listening and suffering, the fundamental reason being she did not want to cause extra trouble for Young Master Zhu. Yet she hadn't imagined this attitude fueled these people's arrogance!

"You, you're bullying people too much!"

Aunt Rong's voice trembled, pointing at Steward Liang and that Hong'er, finally angrily reprimanding!

Zhu Wu's complexion instantly underwent a drastic change, his face turned cold, a gleam of sinister anger flashed in his eyes: "How dare you! Steward Liang, is this how you manage the servants? I believe you need not be a steward anymore!"

"Ah… Please calm down, Young Master Wu, I'll immediately teach this shrew a good lesson, make her understand what is hierarchy!" Steward Liang was startled inside; he didn't want to lose the lucrative post due to a wretched woman.

Upon finishing his words, he raised his palm, ready to deliver a chop.

This Steward Liang, managing all chores in the mansion, held a status slightly lower than the chief steward, yet much higher than ordinary stewards—how could he be a common person? His strength had reached the Fifth Rank already, cultivating the Blazing Flame Technique. His raised jade palm was crimson, faintly glowing red. A palm strike would incapacitate anyone of notable strength for months, let alone helpless Aunt Rong, a frail old woman…

He intended to kill her!

"How dare you!"

'Boom!'

As Steward Liang raised his hand, Zhu Bufan could no longer suppress the fury inside his chest. Only hearing a loud explosion inside his brain, Zhu Bufan's pupils instantly turned crimson! Within them, a ghostly-blue light faintly shimmered.

Just as Steward Liang was about to land his strike, a deep and angry roar erupted!

"You wretches, courting death!"

An extreme frigid and powerful Qi suddenly shot up to the sky, instantly locking onto Steward Liang, who was preparing to strike Aunt Rong.

Steward Liang's face suddenly changed, barely getting a glance at who this was; the palm initially aimed at Aunt Rong suddenly flipped to strike the source of the Qi—a hand glowing faint blue was already near!

"Boom!!…"

The frigid and robust force instantly penetrated Steward Liang's palm power, invading his body. His face turned pale immediately, spurting fresh blood! His body flung more than ten meters away!

With a dull sound, Steward Liang's body slammed heavily on the ground! His horror-struck face was instantly covered in a layer of frost!

"Cold Ice Technique?!" Steward Liang was horrified, raising his head to look up. Upon seeing the person in the scene, his eyes bulged like dead fish!

In the scene stood a young man, expression icy, carrying an anger as deep as possible, at the spot!

"Young Master Zhu!…"

Aunt Rong was the first to react, mouth agape, looking at the young man in surprise and joy. Meanwhile, everyone surrounding, including Zhu Wu, also snapped back to reality at this moment.

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