Quick Wear: This is my wife

Chapter 414 Prince VS Little Brother 14

Xiao Yubai hesitated again and again, with red eyes, and pointed out that except for a silent brother, all the others were involved in the excessive behavior.

Fu Nanzhan's face was gloomy. He raised his hand and waved, "You get up. The rest of you will be locked up in the dungeon."

Mo Shu and Mo Qi looked at each other and understood each other.

——Being imprisoned in a dungeon is a life worse than death. I guess the prince doesn’t want the king to know.

——It seems that pleasing the king will definitely save my life in the future.

——That’s right, wait for Moqin and Mohua to come back and tell them.

After Mo Qi and Mo Shu finished their encrypted whispered conversation, they nodded in tacit understanding, and a sharp aura instantly emanated from their bodies, like two sharp blades drawn from their sheaths.

The two men raised their hands and beckoned, and several strong servants beside them immediately understood, filed forward, and took a few steps to the front of the teaching maids.

The maids had already collapsed on the ground with fear, their faces ashen, and they were still mumbling words for mercy, but the servants grabbed their arms roughly and dragged them towards the dungeon like dead dogs.

The maids' cries and cries for help rose and fell, piercing the sky above the palace and echoing in the corridors, scaring the birds resting under the eaves and causing them to scatter in all directions.

Seeing this, the other servants shuddered subconsciously, their backs felt cold, and expressions of fear appeared on their faces.

In this palace, the dungeon is a forbidden place that makes people shudder. Anyone thrown in there will never come back and will have no chance of survival.

Everyone knew that the prince was really angry, and this punishment was to make an example of someone, and the deterrent effect was obvious.

Fu Nanzhan raised his chin slightly, his narrow eyes revealing unquestionable majesty. He spoke in a voice like a bell: "From now on, the Prince will have the final say in this palace. Even I, the Prince, must obey him. If any of you dare to be disrespectful to the Prince, the fate of those people just now will serve as a warning to me. Remember this firmly."

The tone was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

No one dared to slack off. With a loud thud, they all knelt on the ground, their knees thumping against the stone floor. They shouted in unison, "Yes, we pay our respects to the king!"

The sound of worshipping one after another was so loud that it hurt people's eardrums.

Fu Nanzhan turned sideways and looked at Xiao Yubai gently, his eyes full of encouragement and expectation. He knew very well that this was a perfect opportunity to establish his authority and save face for Xiao Yubai, and he was just waiting for him to say a few words to completely calm the situation.

Xiao Yubai was somewhat bewildered by this scene, his cheeks flushed slightly. He lowered his eyes and hesitated for a moment before saying softly, "Get up, and go about your business."

The voice is soft, yet reveals an innate dignity.

Fu Nanzhan then looked at Manager Yang, frowning slightly, his face showing displeasure: "Manager Yang, you are usually in charge of all matters in the mansion, but now you have failed to discipline them effectively, causing such a mistake, you are to blame.

I'll deduct three months' salary from you. You must be more careful from now on and immediately arrange for some capable people to serve the king. Okay, everyone, go down."

Manager Yang's face was filled with shame, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He bowed and replied "yes", then led the servants out in an orderly manner.

After everyone had dispersed, Fu Nanzhan turned around, gently placed his hands on Xiao Yubai's shoulders, leaned over slightly, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Did you scare your husband?"

His eyes were full of pity, as if he was afraid that Xiao Yubai had suffered any injustice.

Xiao Yubai's face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato. She tugged at the corner of her clothes nervously and stammered, "No, thank you...husband."

When these two words were called out, the sound was as soft as the humming of a mosquito or fly.

Although the two of them had already had sex and had more intimate moments, when you think about it carefully, they have only known each other for a day. Such a straightforward title still made him feel very embarrassed and his heart started pounding.

Fu Nanzhan looked at his shy expression, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He raised his hand and touched his head lovingly, saying softly, "It's okay, you'll get used to it slowly in the future."

After saying that, he picked up Xiao Yubai again and walked slowly into the house. The sunlight shone through the carved window lattices, casting fine shadows on the ground, reflecting the figures of the two people who were leaning on each other tightly.

"Husband, the Yong'an Marquisate treated you this way. How about I help you get revenge?"

Xiao Yubai's eyes were slightly red, and she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. After hesitating for a long time, she finally opened her mouth slowly and called softly, "My husband, you also know that the Great Yong has always been governed by filial piety. Regardless of the past, those two people in the Marquis' Mansion are my biological parents after all."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Yubai felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and the unfinished meaning in the words lingered on his tongue.

If he could choose, he really wanted to say, how could such a cruel person be worthy of being a father or mother?

His adoptive parents were greedy by nature, and seeing that their family was in financial difficulty, they sold him to that filthy place without mercy. He thought that by finding his biological parents, he could get some warmth.

But who would have thought that his biological parents only had their adopted son in their hearts and eyes, and at the critical moment, they pushed him out without hesitation to save him from disaster. Every little thing was like a sharp blade, piercing him with holes. How tragic can one describe it?