Chapter 221: The Division Was Rejected and the Person Was Detained

Seeing that his illegitimate grandson was still stubborn even when facing death, the old Lord Feng suddenly stopped fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and looked down with an increasingly gloomy look.

Cheng Su was not afraid, but faced it head on, gave it his all, and continued to speak freely.

"Grandmother, don't you know how the Marquisate has treated your grandson since you were young? For a useless person like me who can't carry anything, can't lift anything, and can't even read a few books, the Marquisate has never given me an extra penny, and my wife didn't have much dowry when she got married. Why do you think I would have a share in Xinhai Pavilion? I was just short of money in the past, and in order to make a living, I worked as an economics in Kyoto for a while, and then I met Wu Jingji in Yuhang City, and with the help of a friend, I got a temporary manager position in Xinhai Pavilion. Relying on my eloquence, I taught a group of guys and got some wages. How come Xinhai Pavilion is mine? Hahaha, there is such a good thing in the world and I didn't know it?"

Cheng Su was also determined to take the risk. What he said was tantamount to direct sarcasm, which made Zhen Weihou so embarrassed that he couldn't hold his face.

Seeing his elder brother looking very bad, the second master quickly jumped out to share his brother's worries, and scolded this rebellious son whom he never liked, "Rebellious son, how dare you disobey your elders! I will beat you to death..."

Old Feng Jun's forehead twitched, and he glared at his second son who jumped out impatiently. Seeing that his second son had become obedient, he looked at Cheng Su again, his voice low and deep, making people feel cold.

"Liu Lang, are you still stubborn?"

"Hahahaha, what do you mean by stubborn? Grandmother, Xinghua Xingye was tortured into confessing by you. Even if they are in the government office, how can you take what they say seriously? Your grandson has nothing but his life, and even if you kill him, he won't bleed a drop of blood. How can you ask your grandson to respond and give? Take your life?"

Cheng Sudian smiled and glanced at the people present who did not believe him. The last glimmer of light in his eyes, called nostalgia, died out. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had made up his mind.

"Everyone, I really don't have any share in Xinhai Pavilion. If anyone doesn't believe me, you can send someone to my house to collect it now. Everything I collect belongs to the mansion. I, Cheng Su, am willing to leave the house with nothing. If it's still not enough, I am willing to repay the mansion for raising me for more than 20 years. Let the accountant calculate the amount. I, Cheng Su, am willing to write an IOU and repay every penny. I just want to divide the family.

Everyone in the ancestral hall was shocked, and the old Lord Feng snorted coldly, "Separation? Wishful thinking!"

Marquis Zhenwei sneered repeatedly, thinking that he had become too powerful.

The second master was glared at by his mother and brother, and he jumped out like a flea, pointed at Cheng Su's nose and started scolding.

"Rebellious son! I gave birth to you, gave you flesh and blood, and asked you to make some contributions to the family, but you are ungrateful and want to die. You also want to divide the family, all right, first give me your flesh and blood and your life, and use the shares of Xinhai Pavilion to repay the grace of giving birth to me for more than 20 years, then I will allow you to get out of the mansion naked, and from now on you are no longer a member of my Cheng family. Otherwise, forget it!"

Cheng Su glanced at the jumping scum father and ignored him, only looking at the old Lord Feng and the Zhenwei Marquis behind him, and asked coldly: "What if I insist?"

Old Fengjun rolled his eyes at his useless second son who couldn't control his son, squinted at his rebellious grandson in front of him, and thought to himself that he might have made a mistake, but his tone was extremely cold.

"Liu Lang, if you insist, what else can I do with my old bones? I am old and useless, and my grandson despises me and thinks I am disobedient and unfilial. I can only wear the imperial edict, crawl to the gate of the government office and beat the drum to ask, how will the government judge my grandson for being unfilial?"

Cheng Su was shocked, his eyes filled with pain.

What kind of relatives are you trying to kill?
Behind her, Yu Meixue quickly took her son's hand and supported her staggering husband, crying and shaking her head at him.

The couple was forced into a desperate situation, unable to advance or retreat...

Seeing that the two of them had given up, the old Lord Feng didn't want to push them too hard. After all, rabbits will bite when they are pushed to the edge. He put away the Buddhist beads in his hand. "Well, it's getting late. My old bones can't stand it anymore. Liu Lang, grandma advises you to think about it carefully. After all, if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Yang Ge'er, right? The hearts of elders are the same. Parents love their children. Do you have the heart to ruin your own children's future? Be obedient and think calmly about the consequences and what you really want."

After saying this, Old Lord Feng stood up, and the powerful nanny immediately helped him up. Before leaving, Old Lord Feng pointed at Cheng Su's family of three and gave some subtle instructions.

"Come here, help Sixth Master and his family to reflect and calm down in the ancestral hall. Don't give them any water or rice. Report to me when they are sober." After saying this, he walked out first like the old Buddha.

Marquis Zhenwei immediately followed, followed by Mrs. Lin leading Mother He away, and finally the cowardly Second Master dragged the gloating Second Madam Fu away.

In the blink of an eye, the ancestral hall that was bustling just now became quiet.

This time the gatekeeper was a close confidant of the old lord. She respectfully saw her masters off without even glancing at the family of three who looked like wooden carvings in the ancestral hall. They followed her out of the hall and then heard the sound of a lock being locked. However, no one paid attention to the little Yige who was hiding in the shadow corner outside the hall.

That's true. After all, Marquis Zhenwei is incompetent, vain, vicious, hypocritical, arrogant and brainless. In fact, he is a bully in his own backyard.

Brother Yi is just an outsider, a young boy, what does he know? He didn't even bother to fight, and locked up the six families and three servants for a few days. I'm afraid they will all starve to death. Why should he be afraid?
But I would have thought that for those children who have experienced the escape from the north and have successfully survived to this day, it is easy for them.

Yige'er's eyes were red, and he covered his mouth and huddled in the corner. After everyone in the ancestral hall had left and it was locked, with only two old women guarding the place outside, Yige'er moved his legs, which had become numb from squatting, and moved out of the ancestral hall little by little.

It was already dark at this moment, and lights were on everywhere. Yi Ge'er relied on his good memory and ran back to the small courtyard in the east along the same route he came, avoiding people along the way.

Yi Ge'er was filled with panic. He ran and cried, but he dared not make any noise. His footsteps were so low. He was really scared. Sister Xinghua Xingye was dragged away covered in blood and her life or death was unknown. Brother Luanshan and Sister Yingchun were also dragged away and no one was known where they went. The whole courtyard was pitch black and there was no one in sight. It was so quiet that it was scary, but Yi Ge'er knew that he had to do something.

He groped his way into the room where he and his brother Yang lived, and took out a small box from the bed. It was given to him by Aunt Xue, and it contained pocket money that Uncle Cheng, Aunt Xue, and Sister Yaoguang gave him on a daily basis. It was not a small amount, but almost as much as Brother Yangyang's.

Yi Ge'er poured out all the money, wrapped it in a silk handkerchief and stuffed it into his arms, leaving only a few Tongbao coins on his face and pinching them in his hand. He put away the box and, suppressing his fear, walked out of the courtyard again, heading straight for the back corner door where they usually entered and exited.

Granny Yu, who is guarding the gate there, has a good relationship with Sister Yaoguang. I hope he can get out.

Avoiding people and arriving at the corner gate, Mrs. Yu was enjoying the food brought by her daughter-in-law. When she saw Yi Ge'er, she was stunned at first, wondering why Yi Ge'er appeared here.

However, as a gatekeeper, she knew no secrets of the mansion, nor did she know that Cheng Su and his two friends had been imprisoned. She only knew that the superiors had ordered that entry and exit of the mansion would be under martial law from that day onwards.

Seeing Yi Ge'er holding a few coins and asking for forgiveness before going out, Mrs. Yu felt embarrassed and unwilling to let him go. But when she thought of her grandson who had not yet fully recovered, she gritted her teeth and slapped her thigh after trying to avoid him. Not only did she not take the money, she also opened the corner door to let Yi Ge'er go out. Knowing that he was going to look for Li Yaoguang, Mrs. Yu was worried, thinking that her daughter-in-law was not working in the mansion and had plenty of free time, so she asked her daughter-in-law to escort him secretly.

The woman also knew that her son's medicine depended on the person related to the child, so she did not dare to disobey or slack off.

Just like that, Yi Ge'er successfully escaped from the Marquis' Mansion and ran to a small courtyard in the north of the city two streets away.