TGCFNM -Chapter 534 Hurry Back to Watch the Excitement

Chu Yue’s private residence.

Qingtong brought over a cup of tea. “Miss, why do you seem a bit restless today?”

Chu Yue shook her head slightly. She took the tea cup but set it down again. “I don’t even know… By the way, did Qingyu only ask you to deliver a letter? Did he say anything else?”

Qingtong lowered his head slightly and shook it. “He only asked me to deliver the letter. Later, I still have to deliver a message to the Wan residence.”

Chu Yue looked at Qingtong’s expression and smiled. “The Wan residence belongs to Sanjin, right? Do you even dislike Sanjin now?”

Qingtong’s gaze was intense, as if he could not hold it in. He looked at Chu Yue and said, “Before, I didn’t really understand. I thought all of them were good people. But after coming to the capital, I realized—none of them are decent at all. They’ve already taken so many benefits from our master, yet they act like they need to keep appearances. And you can’t even see any real respect in them.”

“Our master treats them as always, but how do they respond? Not only do they repeatedly oppose you, Miss, they even insinuate and slander, saying our master rose to power overnight! Those who have received benefits, yet still shameless—this is truly rare in the world!”

After speaking, Qingtong’s eyes turned icy. “As long as I’m around, they won’t get even half a benefit from our master again. I’ll guard him tightly!”

Chu Yue couldn’t help but smile. “Ever since I saved you back then, I knew you were clever, so I sent you to Qingyu’s side. And now, you’ve done exceptionally well.”

Qingtong’s ears flushed slightly at the praise. “Miss, I’ll go deliver the letter first. After that, I still need to report back at the palace.”

Chu Yue lightly rubbed the tea cup, a smile at the corner of her lips. “Go ahead. I look forward to the day we meet again in the palace. Then you won’t have to run so far.”

Qingtong immediately nodded, bowed, and left.

Wan Residence.

Qingtong frowned at Steward Liu, picking up the letter. “Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused me? Do you know how many heads would need to roll for this? Do you even have that many?”

Steward Liu frowned. “Whose head do you think you can chop?”

Qingtong snorted coldly. “If you don’t believe me, we’ll see…”

“See whom!” Chu Ling strode over, snatched the letter from Qingtong’s hands, her anger erupting. “I am the magistrate, and you’re just a servant. How dare you act arrogantly in front of me? Even if Fu Qingyu himself were standing at the door today, he couldn’t arbitrarily sentence someone to death against the law of the Great Zhou! Who do you think you are?”

Qingtong pointed at Chu Ling. “You…”

Chu Ling raised her hand and directly severed one of Qingtong’s fingers.

“Ah—!” Qingtong screamed, his face turning red from the pain. “You… how dare you…”

“I don’t know where you got the courage to challenge me. Is this your first day meeting me? Have you ever seen me afraid of anyone?” Chu Ling coldly snorted, then opened the letter. Scanning it at a glance, she said, “I can’t attend the gathering. I’m busy investigating a case.”

Qingtong forced herself to lift his head through the pain. “This is for my master…”

“I suggest you, while you still can, hurry back to watch the excitement. If you arrive late, there won’t be any excitement left to see.” Chu Ling waved dismissively. Steward Liu immediately ordered the gate to be shut heavily.

Chu Ling clenched the letter tightly in her hand.

Wan Sanjin, arm still injured, arrived slowly. “What happened?”

Chu Ling unfolded the letter and handed it over. Wan Sanjin glanced at it, and instinctively frowned. “The gathering… and resolving a misunderstanding? Resolving whose misunderstanding? Chu Yue’s, or Shi Lanyu’s?”

“I flat-out refused, didn’t give Qingtong a pleasant look, and even broke one of his fingers,” Chu Ling said, hands on her hips, feeling extremely satisfied.

Steward Liu hurriedly explained, “It was that Qingtong who said he wanted to chop off my head, so the Young Master got angry.”

Wan Sanjin’s eyes widened in fury. “This bastard! Using his position to bully others?”

Chu Ling nodded vigorously. “Exactly, using his position to bully others.”

Steward Liu looked at Chu Ling with some concern. “Is this really okay? What if that kid goes back and twists the facts, turns it around, and blames you?”

“They don’t have time for that now,” Chu Ling smiled. “The dragon matter is about to begin, the fate scheme is in preparation, and all of Chu Yue’s subordinates have been wiped out in one fell swoop. How would they have time to cause trouble for me?”

“Besides, I did it on purpose.”

Wan Sanjin nodded. “That’s the way to do it. Then let’s see who calls us into the palace first—the Empress Dowager or Fu Qingyu. Either way, we have to go in and find Gui Wushuang.”

Steward Liu gave a small nod, reassured. “As long as Young Master and Sir are clear in your minds, it’s fine.”

At that moment, Wan Sanjin clenched a letter into a fist and looked at Chu Ling. “Young Master, do you think we can add some more fuel to the fire?”

Chu Ling nodded—she definitely wanted to!

Ghost Scholar spoke slowly: “The Emperor’s birthday is imminent, yet the dragon soul has been shattered. This is obviously not a good omen. Who knows what this ‘Yan’ represents, and who allowed Yan to approach the dragon soul—or the Emperor? Such a person’s heart deserves punishment.”

Chu Ling’s eyes lit up. She immediately pulled Wan Sanjin aside to discuss, and once they finished planning, they sent someone to deliver a message to Wan Xing.

Meanwhile, while Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin were plotting, Qingtong, still injured, went to find Chu Yue again.

Chu Yue hurriedly helped him sit down. “What happened? You’re hurt?”

Qingtong trembled in pain, his face pale, and extended his finger. “That Master Chu broke the bone.”

Chu Yue’s voice turned cold. “Malicious.”

Qingtong sobbed. “He even said he wasn’t going to the gathering because he was busy investigating the case. He looked down on Sir right in front of me and even injured me…”

Chu Yue’s expression turned icy. She fetched a strip of cloth and broke a chopstick to bind Qingtong’s injured finger. “Let’s see if it can grow back. Even if it does, this finger won’t bend anymore.”

Qingtong gritted his teeth, eyes full of hatred. “She even mocked me, saying I should hurry back to watch the fun. If I came back too late, there would be no fun left to see.”

Chu Yue paused. “Fun?”

Qingtong nodded. “I didn’t understand what she was talking about at all.”

Chu Yue frowned and instructed Qingtong to quickly return to the palace, report the injury to Fu Qingyu, and relay everything Chu Ling and the others had said.

Qingtong agreed and immediately returned to the palace.

Once back, Qingtong finally understood what Chu Ling meant by “fun”… The people arranged by the young lady had been killed, the recommended Grand Tutor Fu had been punished and sent home to reflect, the Chu family was sealed off again, the engagement between Sir and Miss had to be postponed, and the gu worms had appeared…

Outside the palace, Chu Yue received the news a little later and realized that everyone she had hidden in the suburbs had been wiped out in one fell swoop. By the next day, the rumors about her misfortune spread throughout the capital, to the point that even the Chu family’s vegetable deliverymen dared not approach the gate.

And Chu Yue knew perfectly well who was behind all of this.