Chapter 414: Aren’t You Trying to Push Our Young Master to the Brink?

Chapter 414: Aren't You Trying to Push Our Young Master to the Brink?

This situation truly seems hopeless.

An Ningxin was indeed the concubine of the Earl of Qin'an, and Master Hao is indeed of the Earl of Qin'an's bloodline. If the Earl of Qin'an's household really insists on taking Master Hao back, it is, at least legally, compliant and reasonable.

However, taking Master Hao away would essentially cut off An Ningxin's lifeline.

After thinking for a long time, Xingxing finally stood up and said to Xiao Qi, "When your mistress wakes up, tell her that by observing how the Countess of Qin'an and the Dowager Marchioness Weibei act, it's clear that the Earl of Qin'an's household is no place of kindness. If Lady An does not cherish her health and recover, Master Hao will truly be thrown to the wolves, completely isolated and helpless."

Xiao Qi was stunned for a moment, then, understanding Xingxing's intention, nodded tearfully.

Xingxing told Fan Pingfang and then left.

Recently, Wei Pozi and several elder women have been managing the household, ensuring the women of the household aren't left in the dark about social matters in the capital.

Xingxing knew well that their household had no marital ties with the Earl of Qin'an's household.

However, a branch of the Marquis of Weibei's household had married the late Earl of Qin'an's legitimate sister, thus making the Marquis of Weibei's household related by marriage to the Earl of Qin'an's household.

Xingxing, accompanied by household retainers, went to the Marquis of Weibei's household.

The doorkeeper at the Marquis of Weibei's household had already been instructed by the Dowager Marchioness Weibei. Upon seeing a charming young girl, he immediately asked if she was Miss Yu from General of the Western Garrison's household.

As soon as Xingxing confirmed, the doorkeeper eagerly sent someone to inform the household while bowing to welcome her in.

Xingxing was a bit confused.

"Our Dowager Marchioness has already instructed," the doorkeeper explained with a smile, "that if Miss Yu visits, we must not show any neglect, or she'll have us sold off."

Xingxing felt a bit embarrassed.

The doorkeeper continued to speak about the Dowager Marchioness Weibei's regard for Xingxing, just as a man was being carried out of the household in a sedan. The man glanced at Xingxing, seemed to remember something, and his expression shifted slightly.

Xingxing didn't pay much attention at first, simply stepping aside to let the man pass.

But noticing the man's hostile gaze, Xingxing took a closer look and suddenly remembered who he was—wasn't this the Marquis's son, Zhou Yunyi, who caused a scandal by breaking off an engagement with his lover at the Dowager Marchioness Weibei's birthday banquet?

Xingxing couldn't help but scrutinize Zhou Yunyi a bit more.

However, Zhou Yunyi misunderstood and snapped, "What are you looking at?"

He was furious and ordered the doorkeeper, "Throw her out!"

The doorkeeper broke into a cold sweat.

My young master, this is the Dowager Marchioness's esteemed guest! Even if you say to throw her out, I dare not actually mistreat her and throw her out!

Isn't this making it difficult for us servants?

The doorkeeper stood there, not daring to move. Zhou Yunyi grew impatient, his eyes dark, "What are you waiting for! Do you not take my words seriously anymore?!"

The doorkeeper said with a bitter face, "...Young Master Yi, no, this, this is the Dowager Marchioness's guest..."

Zhou Yunyi's face twisted slightly, about to say something, when Xingxing sighed, "They are in a difficult position, don't make it hard for them... but I can't leave, I have serious business with the Dowager Marchioness."

Zhou Yunyi, sitting in the sedan, saw this girl of about ten years old speaking so calmly, and was even more convinced that this girl simply did not take him seriously!

He was so furious he nearly toppled over: "You—"

Xingxing didn’t care if Zhou Yunyi was about to explode with rage. After a moment's thought, she explained, "I didn’t mean anything bad when I looked at you earlier. I just noticed your whip wounds are healing pretty fast."

Xingxing realized her earlier guess was spot on—the Marquis of Weibei had clearly gone easy on him.

When Zhou Yunyi suddenly heard Xingxing mention the incident where his father had severely whipped him, he thought she was purposely rubbing it in. His hands clenched the sedan chair armrests, veins popping.

"You—"

Zhou Yunyi’s face went pale, and he was gasping for air.

Seeing how frail the marquis’s son looked, Xingxing couldn’t help but add, "Young Master Zhou, you really need to get in better shape."

The Marquis of Weibei had clearly gone easy, and his whip wounds were almost healed, yet he flew off the handle at the smallest thing. It was clear he was really out of shape.

Xingxing spoke sincerely, but the doorkeeper’s scalp prickled, keeping his head bowed and not daring to look at Zhou Yunyi's expression.

Oh, dear girl, how could you say such harsh things so earnestly!

You’re practically pushing our young master over the edge—

Sure enough, Zhou Yunyi looked like he’d lost his mind: "Get her out of here—now!"

The servants by the door practically buried their faces in the ground.

We can’t hear a thing, we’re all deaf, we didn’t hear anything...

The servant next to Zhou Yunyi was quick-witted. Seeing the doorkeeper cowering like a scared quail, too afraid to shoo the girl away, he guessed that she must not be an ordinary guest.

He hesitated, not daring to make a move.

Zhou Yunyi, seeing that no one was listening to him and that the infuriating girl was still standing there looking at him disapprovingly, felt like his sanity was about to snap!

"Fine! If you won’t kick her out, I’ll do it myself!"

Zhou Yunyi stood up from the sedan chair.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Xingxing’s face—should she use the itching powder that made people scratch all over, or the paralyzing powder that caused people to collapse?

Before Xingxing could decide, a sharp, commanding female voice cut through the air: "Zhou Yunyi, you’ve really improved! Now you're even bullying a little girl!"

The voice dripped with disdain.

As soon as Zhou Yunyi heard the voice, his face twisted.

Xingxing turned to look and saw a woman in a striking red outfit striding toward her. The woman pulled Xingxing behind her and said gently, "Little girl, don’t be afraid. With me here, he won’t dare to bully you."

The woman was tall, her features striking and sharp with beauty.

Zhou Yunyi, however, was extremely agitated: "Gong Qingniang! We’ve already broken off the engagement! Are you here to mock me?!"

Xingxing suddenly understood.

So this was Miss Gong Qingniang who had been engaged to Zhou Yunyi but was tricked into breaking off the engagement by him and another woman.

Xingxing looked at the tall, slender figure shielding her and couldn’t help but think that the Dowager Marchioness Weibei was right—this Miss Gong was truly wonderful.