He just sat down in his small courtyard. Not long after, he saw Butler Wu, who had only one arm left, approaching him.

Ever since he had his arm shot off by Feiwei, the Archer Saint, one of the six Confucian sects, not only did he not give up, but his aura was restrained and gloomy, but he became even more unpredictable, making him uncomfortable just by looking at him.

"The young master is back. The Marquis asked the young master to come over and see him."

Hong Yi deliberately didn't want to see that person, but now that he was living under someone else's roof, he didn't have the ability to resist.

I just had to go see him obediently.

When I arrived at the study, I saw Hong Xuanji sitting in the study hall.

Seeing him coming, he said coldly: "You have to understand Yuan, you are already a gentleman. I won't reprimand you today, I just want you to remember and don't get carried away, you know?"

"yes."

Hong Yi followed the etiquette, hesitated slightly, and gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to move out, you can also travel abroad to increase your knowledge, and you will have greater confidence in passing the Jinshi examination."

"oh?"

A strange light flashed in Hong Xuanji's eyes, and he lowered his eyelids: "You are already a civil servant, you have an identity, you have moved out, and there are no mistakes in the principles and etiquette. In this case, it is up to you."

"But after you get out, don't take advantage of your status as a judge to commit crimes and ruin the reputation of our Marquis House. Otherwise, I won't be able to spare you."

After Hong Xuanji finished speaking, without waiting for his reply, he said to Butler Wu: "Butler Wu, go to the accounting office and pay him some money. Then call Zhao Han and ask him to follow Hong Yi and take care of him at all times."

Hong Yi was stunned when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, Hong Xuanji had already closed his eyes and waved, "Go ahead."

Seeing this, Hong Yi knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion.

He bowed and turned around to leave, with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

the next day.

In Hong Yi's small courtyard, a middle-aged man with a centipede-like scar on his face came. He had a stern expression and followed him step by step.

Hong Yi's heart was far from the calm on the surface.

This Zhao Han is from Mrs. Zhao’s natal family.

Although the aura was restrained, it could not hide his perception.

He is an unfathomable master.

It is self-evident as to whether Hong Xuanji sent such a person to follow him, or whether he was Mrs. Zhao's person who wished him dead.

Even though he had known about Hong Xuanji's ruthlessness for a long time, he never thought that he would become so ruthless.

"Master Yi, since you are moving out, let me help you pack your things."

Hong Yi was still thinking when Zhao Han said with a bit of joking, as if a cat was playing with a mouse and he couldn't escape from his clutches.

Before he could speak, he had already stepped into his room.
Chapter completed!