Lu Yuan’s smile blood like a flower, but it was precisely this expression that truly frightened Wei Mingxuan.
Wei Mingxuan’s impression of Lu Yuan remained stuck seven years ago, when his uncle was about to embark on his western expedition, and he visited the Pri Minister’s Mansion to see him for the last ti.
At that ti, Lu Yuan, though already part of the court and working as an adviser to the Crown Prince Mansion, was well-known to actually be his uncle’s man.
No, to be accurate, his uncle’s dog.
The image of Lu Yuan groveling and humbling himself was etched vividly in mory.
Wei Mingxuan couldn’t reconcile the man brimming with madness in his eyes now with the stable hand kneeling on the ground back then, letting him step on his back to mount his horse.
Cold sweat broke out all over Wei Mingxuan’s body.
He swallowed hard, his voice shaky yet trying to sound threatening: "You can’t touch ... If my uncle finds out... My uncle won’t let you off... My uncle is your..."
Just as he was about to say those two words, Wei Mingxuan held back.
Lu Yuan chuckled, "Speak louder, let everyone in the mansion hear it clearly—what is my relationship with your uncle?"
Lu Yuan and Pri Minister Xun had an adoptive father-son relationship, a secret no one could divulge. His uncle had warned him repeatedly.
A sharp pain shot through his fingers, making Wei Mingxuan scream miserably, "You—you let go of ... I’ll pretend today’s incident never happened... I won’t go to my uncle to complain..."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Lu Yuan increased the force under his foot. He didn’t crush all at once but broke one finger at a ti, joint by joint, inch by cruel inch.
This way, he could savor the feeling of soone being utterly trampled and tornted.
Wei Mingxuan wailed in agony continuously. By now, his fear of Lu Yuan had surpassed ordinary dread and turned into profound terror.
He glanced towards the guards, only to see them sprawled across the ground, thrashed by Qing Shuang.
His final shred of hope vanished.
He began to beg.
But could the cold-blooded Lu Grand Commander ever possess a shred of rcy?
Under Lu Yuan’s foot, the pooling blood mirrored his grinning visage, blooming perfectly on this supposedly auspicious day.
Wei Mingxuan passed out from the pain.
Lu Yuan said indifferently, "Throw him into the stables."
"Yes!"
Qing Shuang hoisted the unconscious Wei Mingxuan and, using Qinggong, carried him off to the Lu Family stables.
When Lu Xingzhou heard that Wei Mingxuan had been beaten up by Lu Yuan, he practically blacked out.
Recently, the Old Madam had just thrashed Pri Minister Xun’s son, and today, Pri Minister Xun’s nephew had caused another uproar in the Lu Family.
"Madman... Absolutely a madman!"
Lu Xingzhou was livid.
Elsewhere, Lu Lingxiao had just sent the bride into the wedding chamber, her veil still untouched, when Xiaodie burst into the room: "Young Master, it’s bad! The people from the Governor Mansion got into a fight with the other guests!"
She didn’t clarify who from the Governor Mansion.
Lu Lingxiao’s first thought was ng Qianqian. He rushed out the door without saying a word.
Lin Wan’er almost spit blood from frustration.
Xiaodie was an orphan Lu Lingxiao had rescued from slave traders during his journey back to the capital.
Since entering the mansion, the cheeky brat had repeatedly sched against Lin Wan’er, always finding ways to lure Lu Lingxiao away from her.
Lin Wan’er slamd her silk cloth onto the floor: "Is everyone trying to infuriate today? Are you all conspiring against ?"
Lu Luo raised her index finger to her lips: "Shh, miss, be careful."
Outside the doorway, Yuanyang, the maid carrying refreshnts, furrowed her brows in confusion. Just now—who was speaking with Lu Luo?
By the ti Lu Lingxiao and Lu Xingzhou rushed to the small garden, Wei Mingxuan had already been drenched in horse urine in the stables.
The culprit, Lu Yuan, showed no sign of panic. He leisurely stood in the garden, as if he wanted everyone to spot him.
Tan’er leaned over the battered guards, stomping her foot indignantly: "Grand Commander, N fought, how co ya didn’t call over too?"
Lu Xingzhou’s face darkened as he asked, "Lu Grand Commander, why would you disrupt my son’s wedding banquet?"
Lu Yuan sneered, "Disrupting just happens. Do I need a reason? Keep blabbering and I’ll toss you into the stables next."
"Lu Yuan!"
Lu Lingxiao had endured Lu Yuan for far too long.
It was obvious he intentionally ruined his wedding, humiliating him in public and now insulting his father.
Grinding his teeth furiously, he charged forward and hurled a punch at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan didn’t move a single step, not even blinking, calmly catching the fist re inches before it landed on his face.
Lu Lingxiao froze in disbelief, stunned that his fully committed punch had been effortlessly caught.
And worse yet—he couldn’t pull his hand back.
Lu Yuan’s palm stirred, releasing a burst of power.
Lu Lingxiao felt overwhelming force strike him, sending him staggering back more than ten steps, nearly tumbling over.
"You..."
Lu Lingxiao looked at his hand and then at Lu Yuan, montarily dumbstruck.
Lu Xingzhou furrowed his brows: "Grand Commander, you’re a guest of the Old Madam. I’ve treated you with great respect, yet here you are causing chaos in my mansion. Do you take this as my Lu Family being powerless in court? Fine then, how about we settle this before Your Majesty and the Supre Emperor! Let’s see what reasoning you dare offer today!"
"Lord Lu, if I were you, I wouldn’t embarrass myself before Your Majesty and the Supre Emperor."
ng Qianqian walked over at an unhurried pace.
Behind her was Qing Shuang, who had just finished explaining the events to the Old Madam.
"Young Master Wei humiliated with inappropriate speech and tried to abduct . Is my husband punishing him wrong? Or should he follow your son’s example and watch his wife get abducted by spies from Beiliang while he escapes alone with his mistress instead?"
Lu Xingzhou was sharply rendered speechless.
Lu Lingxiao hurried to respond: "I didn’t escape alone! I just..."
ng Qianqian ignored him entirely, turning to Lu Yuan and saying, "Husband, let’s go."
The two left the courtyard without looking back.
Lu Lingxiao clenched his fists, his face alternating between flushed red and pale green.
On one hand, his joyful wedding day had been ruined; his pride was shattered.
On the other, ng Qianqian’s words had deeply struck a nerve.
Lu Yuan had done what he could not.
And over re insults, Lu Yuan had responded so decisively.
He absolutely refused to admit that Lu Yuan had more ttle than himself!
Lu Xingzhou couldn’t believe that with Lu Yuan seemingly at his low point, he was still so brazen.
"You Lu Family are utterly dull. I’m not coming again next ti!"
Tan’er declared disdainfully before hopping away.
A trace of malice flashed in Lu Xingzhou’s eyes.
The group boarded the carriage back to their mansion.
ng Qianqian suddenly exclaid: "Where’s Yu Zichuan?"
Qing Shuang: Went off to eat lons.
Lu Yuan had been wildly unrestrained the entire day. Tomorrow the court would surely erupt into chaos.
The instigator didn’t care in the slightest. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and rested in the carriage.
Halfway there, Wu Ge’er remarked: "Miss, I think there’s another iron flower performance up ahead. Want to go watch?"
Tan’er’s eyes lit up: "Iron flower? I definitely want to see it!"
She shook the drowsy Bao Shu, "Treasure Piggy! Want to watch or not?"
Bao Shu, with a silly tuft on her head, glanced around cluelessly.
ng Qianqian’s lips curved slightly. She turned to Lu Yuan: "Grand Commander, let’s go watch the iron flower."
She expected him to refuse. To her surprise, he descended the carriage with a cold deanor.
Bao Shu perked up the mont she reached the crowded streets, eagerly pointing towards the iron flower display.
But the crowd was too dense, layer upon layer.
Tan’er, quick-thinking as always, climbed straight onto the rooftop across the street.
Lu Yuan endured the frustration, suppressing his murderous intent as he squeezed through the bustling crowd, clearing a spot for ng Qianqian.
Bao Shu struggled to see and spotted a father ahead carrying his young son on his shoulders.
Bao Shu wanted to ride too.
She tugged at Lu Yuan, pointing at the father and son: "Ride."
Lu Yuan shot the little rascal a cold glare.
ng Qianqian found the idea amusing and was about to offer to let Bao Shu ride her.
Lu Yuan, with his icy expression, picked up Bao Shu and plopped her onto his shoulders.
ng Qianqian’s lips curved slightly.
"Iron——Flower’s here——"
The flower gardener slamd the molten iron up into the night sky.
The crowd surged instantly, causing ng Qianqian to stumble.
A firm hand caught her steadily.
Soon after, his hand slid down, clasping hers securely.
He said coldly, "The crowd is dense, don’t get separated."
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