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Chapter 195 Helping Deputy General Feng Change His Face

Gu Junze stayed with Chu Ruohan and guarded Song Ruyan for the entire night.

Chu Ruohan had just closed her eyes when she was suddenly awakened by a commotion.

Gu Junze frowned deeply, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

"You can sleep a little longer."

Chu Ruohan shook her head slightly, forcing herself to stay alert, "What's going on outside?"

Just then, there was a rapid knocking on the door, making a loud "bang bang" sound that seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet morning.

"Come in."

The door creaked open, and a shadow guard strode in. "Your Highness, this person forced his way in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man, bound hand and foot like a sack, was shoved in and thrown heavily to the ground.

General Weiyuan was a big, burly man who thought that with his martial arts skills, ordinary people could not get close to him.

Little did they know that such a highly skilled person was hidden in the Marquis of Anyang's residence.

He had just kicked open the courtyard gate and hadn't even taken a step inside when a dark figure rushed out.

In just two moves, he was subdued and unable to move, forced to watch helplessly as he was bound like a dumpling.

At this moment, Deputy General Feng lay sprawled on the ground in a disheveled state, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He secretly wondered to himself, could it be that team?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Chu Ruohan slowly stood up, her expression calm. "Isn't this General Weiyuan? Oh, no, he should be called Vice General Feng now."

Deputy General Feng struggled to get up, but was forcefully pressed down by the shadow guard and thrown back down heavily.

Chu Ruohan mocked, "Deputy General Feng is trying to get demoted again. If he gets demoted again, he'll probably only be a centurion."

This time, Deputy General Feng did not engage in verbal sparring; he knew full well that the situation was unfavorable to him.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, struggled for a moment, and looked at Gu Junze. "The old lord of the Duke of Shan's mansion has arrived. I was ordered to barge in. Please come out and meet the young master and his wife."

Chu Ruohan frowned slightly. She didn't recognize this person, and had never seen him in her previous life.

She subconsciously turned to look at Gu Junze, her eyes full of confusion.

Gu Junze explained softly from the side, "The old lady of the Duke of Shan's mansion was the late emperor's savior and was granted the title of First-Rank Imperial Lady by the late emperor. Even the emperor had to show her some respect."

Chu Ruohan's face darkened. Madam Feng was so naive; her family actually had such powerful backing.

Gu Junze seemed to see through her thoughts, and reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Do as you wish, and I'll back you up."

His voice was gentle yet firm, giving Chu Ruohan a strong sense of confidence.

Chu Ruohan raised an eyebrow, her mood instantly improving, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

It feels great to have someone backing you up, but she doesn't want to cause trouble for Gu Junze.

but?

Chu Ruohan's gaze fell on Deputy General Feng; she needed to deal with him first.

"Drag this thief away and give him fifty lashes." The tone was as if he were talking about something trivial.

"You wicked woman, how dare you!"

Deputy General Feng struggled desperately, his face contorted with rage.

He knew in his heart that although he was strong and healthy, fifty lashes would be enough to give him a hard time.

Chu Ruohan smiled coldly, slowly walked forward, bent down in front of Deputy General Feng, and looked directly into his eyes.

"You called me a wicked woman, so if I don't hit you, wouldn't I be taking this infamy for nothing?" Her voice was soft, but it carried a sense of oppression.

"You ride on the horse..."

Deputy General Feng unleashed a torrent of foul language, spewing out all sorts of vulgarities, each curse more offensive than the last.

Gu Junze stepped forward and deftly dislocated his jaw.

With a "crack," Deputy General Feng was instantly rendered speechless, only able to let out muffled groans.

The room fell silent.

"Tsk tsk..." Chu Ruohan looked at the disheveled Deputy General Feng, "This face is too ugly, it's an eyesore so early in the morning. I'll just give Deputy General Feng a new face..."

The shadow guard understood immediately and dragged Vice General Feng outside.

Soon, the sound of sticks hitting flesh could be heard in the courtyard, but there was not a single scream.

Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze did not go out immediately to see the old Duke of Shan's mansion.

Both of them were exhausted after staying up all night.

They first washed and groomed themselves thoroughly, and then, with the help of their maids, slowly and methodically began to eat their breakfast.

It was as if all the turmoil outside had nothing to do with them...

Outside the gate of the Marquis of Anyang's residence

The old lord of the Duke of Shan's mansion is now in his seventies.

She had assumed that the merchant's daughter would come out to greet her immediately upon her arrival, but she waited and waited without any response.

She was already old, and her legs could no longer support her standing for long, causing her to sway slightly.

"mother."

Madam Shan quickly stepped forward to help her up, then turned to the servant beside her and instructed, "Go find a stool."

"Yes."

The servants hurriedly ran over, fetched a long bench, and carefully placed it behind the old Duchess.

"Mother, please rest your feet for a while," said Madam Shan.

The old lord nodded slightly, slowly sat down, but his eyes remained fixed on the gate of the manor, his face growing increasingly gloomy.

This attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

Everyone curiously gathered around, forming a circle and whispering among themselves.

"Who is that person kneeling?" a young man asked, craning his neck with a puzzled look on his face.

A woman carrying a basket stood beside him. "You don't even know this? General Weiyuan's wife! I saw her kneeling here yesterday. Why is she still kneeling today?"

"General Weiyuan's wife? Why is she kneeling at the entrance of the Marquis's mansion?" someone couldn't help but ask.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, with all sorts of speculations emerging.

"General Weiyuan's family must have offended the Marquis's family, and they've come to apologize."

"Not necessarily. Maybe the Marquis's Mansion bullied the General's Mansion, and Madam Feng came to seek justice, but was left hanging here by the Marquis's Mansion."

The crowd chimed in with their own opinions, their statements becoming increasingly outrageous, eliciting gasps of astonishment and gasps of disbelief from time to time.

The old lord ignored these discussions, only occasionally glancing towards the doorway.

As a first-rank noblewoman, she had not been treated with such neglect in a long time.

It wasn't until her patience ran out that Chu Ruohan and Gu Junze slowly walked out.

Madam Feng had already knelt on the ground again, wrapped in a fur cloak, with thick furs spread on the ground, holding a hot water bottle in her arms, and a stove burning beside her.

She was taken very well.

Chu Ruohan's gaze fell on Madam Feng, a sarcastic smile curving her lips. "Madam Feng, are you here to atone for your sins?"

She scoffed, "Anyone who didn't know better would think you were here for sightseeing."

The crisp sound stood out clearly amidst the noisy crowd.