My house was confiscated and I was exiled. I emptied the emperor's warehouse and fled.

The incident of Duke Xuan's imprisonment and the game of chess between the emperor and his ministers in the court was delivered to Qin Junyi through the Qin family's secret channel.

Qin Junyi read it, conveyed it to Marquis Xuanping, and asked if rescue was needed.

The merit of Marquis Xuanping in leading the troops to turn against the enemy was enough to benefit his family.

After expressing his gratitude, Marquis Xuanping asked the people who stayed in Dongdu to secretly support him, and he himself took dozens of his trusted men and rushed to Dongdu.

Even though he felt resentment towards his parents, he couldn't just ignore them, especially since he was the one who caused their misfortune.

He only hoped that the emperor would spare his clansmen for the sake of his father's contribution in supporting him to the throne and for the sake of the Empress Dowager's relationship with him.

However, when he arrived outside the Eastern Capital after traveling day and night, the dispute between the emperor and his subjects had already come to an end.

When he learned of his parents' miserable plight, he hated himself for going too late and also hated the emperor for his cruelty and ruthlessness.

When he asked about the fate of Prince Pingnan's relatives and learned that they had already evacuated, Marquis Xuanping felt even more sad.

It wasn't that he had red eyes and couldn't bear to see the King of Pingnan doing well, but if he had made plans earlier, his parents could have escaped this disaster.

But he had broken with his parents for many years, and always thought that as long as the empress dowager was alive, the Duke Xuan's Mansion would remain standing.

He should have known long ago that with the emperor's temper, not to mention the empress dowager's family, even the empress dowager herself would not be able to protect herself if they provoked him.

Marquis Xuanping entered the city in disguise and met his parents in the slums.

Duke Xuan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, grabbed the teacup beside him and threw it at him, shouting angrily, "Rebellious son! What are you doing back here? Are you satisfied to see Duke Xuan's mansion fall to this state?"

Beside him, the wife of the Duke, with disheveled hair, was singing a little tune in a babbling voice, and was in a state of unconsciousness.

Marquis Xuanping's eyes were bloodshot, and he knelt on the ground motionless. His forehead was smashed by a flying teacup, and blood was flowing down.

When Duke Xuan was tired of fighting, he said in a hoarse voice: "You and mother should take good care of your health. When the situation stabilizes, I will find the best doctor to cure you and mother."

"Get lost! I don't have a son like you! Get lost now!"

The more fiercely Duke Xuan cursed, the more anxious he became.

If he were to be exposed, his son would have no way to escape. If he fell into the hands of the emperor, he would surely be executed.

Marquis Xuanping saw the anxiety in his father's eyes and felt extremely guilty.

He gave all the money he had on him to his father, looked at his mother again, and turned away with reluctance.

As soon as he walked out of the dilapidated gate, his confidant took him to a secluded place and pointed at an unconscious man in the corner and said, "This man wanted to go to the government to tip off the government, but was caught by my subordinates."

Marquis Xuanping discovered that the person on the ground was a cousin who had the best relationship with his father, almost like a real brother.

He had thought that a tribe member would come forward to report him, so he had his trusted followers hide around to prevent the news from leaking out. However, he never thought that it would be this person.

Doesn't he know that this action will bring disaster upon his parents and hundreds of other direct descendants?

Xuan Ping Hou's eyes were filled with anger, and his words were emotionless: "Poison his throat and break his hands, and make sure he can't report my presence in Dongdu again."

"Yes." The confidant responded, then took out a medicine bottle, pinched the man's cheeks and forced the medicine into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The man on the ground covered his neck and coughed violently. He looked up at Dao Xuan Pinghou. His pupils suddenly shrank and he wanted to say something eagerly, but he could only utter a single sound of "ah, ah, ah".

Xuan Ping Hou glanced at him coldly and said, "If you dare to harm my family again, your son will be the next one."

After saying this, without waiting for the other party to struggle and kneel down to beg for mercy, he turned his back and stopped looking at him.

"Ah!" As the wooden stick struck, a low and extremely suppressed scream rang out, accompanied by the sound of broken bones.

Marquis Xuanping closed his eyes, walked away, and soon he heard the sound of his other hand being broken behind him.

He did not stay in Dongdu any longer, nor did he contact the Qin family's spies. He directly gathered the people he brought with him and left Dongdu as quickly as possible.

When Qin Junyi saw him again, he found that his temperament had completely changed. He seemed to have been reborn. His former decadence and old age were burned out by the flames of hatred, and he volunteered to send troops to attack Dongdu.