If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

"Third Young Master, what should I do?" Zhou Jing held her breath and chased all the way to the gate of the second courtyard. Seeing Feng Yishuang and his group about to enter the yard, she couldn't help but speak.

"Oh, isn't Miss Zhou quite capable? Why are you still asking me what to do?" Feng Yishuang turned around after hearing this, sneered, and turned to the maids and servants who had also stopped and ordered: "Help the master and the mistress go into the house and clean up first."

Zhou Jing, who was always very thick-skinned, was so embarrassed that her face began to turn red: "Master Shuang, I, I am already Second Master's person."

"Hehe, Miss Zhou, there's no need to remind me again and again who messed up my home like this during the New Year's Day." Feng Yishuang looked coldly at the woman in front of him. If he didn't still have a trace of rationality, he would probably have torn her to pieces without a care in the world at this moment.

"I, I also have my own difficulties. I finally got out of that small mountain village and left that poor family. I would never go back to the hard life I had before, even if I die." Zhou Jing looked stubborn, "Your second branch cannot deny my identity."

Feng Yishuang looked at this woman who acted as if she was justified even though she had done something bad, and couldn't help but chuckle again. She turned around and entered the second courtyard.

"three......"

"Don't be so nervous. Go back and wait. Since Grandfather has promised you to marry into the second house, I will grant your wish."

Before she finished shouting, Feng Yishuang's cold voice came from the courtyard. Hearing the icy voice, Zhou Jing couldn't help but shiver and finally breathed a sigh of relief. With the words of the Third Young Master, the matter was settled.

Only then did she realize that her body was very sore, especially the area between her legs. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. Her personal maid hurried forward to support her, and the two of them slowly moved towards the house where they originally lived.

Zhou Jing's first target was Feng Yizheng and Feng Yishuang. However, she tried every means possible but could not find a chance to get close to Feng Yizheng, and Feng Yishuang simply chose to ignore her.

Later, she turned her gaze to the head of the Feng family and the third master Feng. Unfortunately, the two servants around them seemed to have eyes in front and behind them. Before she could make any move, they had already separated her from them and she could not get close to them at all.

In the end, they had to settle for the second best and found Master Feng. Although he was not as capable as Master Feng and Master Feng San, the Second Madam was easy to control. After she got married, wouldn't she be the one who had the final say in the Second House? Thinking this way, she felt much more balanced.

In the main hall of the second room, the second lady, who had been busy for half the morning, was helped by the nanny and maid to wash, put on makeup, and change clothes before she was helped to lie half-way on the low couch.

Master Feng, who had also packed up, came in. After taking a look at his wife and children in the room, he quietly sat down on the chair at the top. He was completely sober by this time.

She glanced at her husband who hadn't looked up since he entered the room, then turned her gaze to her son who had a gloomy face, "Shuang'er, is there really no room for maneuver about what your grandfather said?"

"Why do you think our Second Branch deserves our grandfather to break the ancestral precepts?" Feng Yishuang looked at her mother with a sneer on her face. "Because of a Second Wife who has no other skills and can only bully others? Or a Second Master Feng who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun?"

"Or is it the Third Young Master who was almost spoiled and the Fifth Young Master who is still like a playboy in his teens?"

Feng Yizheng didn't even think about saving face for his parents at this time. Since it was a malignant tumor, he would break it today. Otherwise, he would not be able to feel at ease when he returned to Liuzhou Prefecture.

"Shuang'er, what are you talking about?" The second wife angrily scolded her son in dissatisfaction.

"Heh, was I wrong? What was I wrong about? Please tell me, mother." The sarcasm on Feng Yishuang's face became even stronger. He began to miss the days in Liu's Mansion very much. He felt that was his home where he could feel at ease.

"You, me? I won't live anymore! Wuuuu..." The second wife was unable to refute due to the questioning of her own son, so she could only cry again in grievance.

"Okay, stop crying. Why are you crying now? What were you doing before? Zhou Jing's intentions were clearly written on her face, and you didn't see it?"

Feng Yishuang rubbed his forehead in pain, "It's okay to be a little stupid, but being stupid and self-righteous is the most hateful. You stare at Aunt and Third Sister-in-law every day, but don't you see that since Zhou Jing's incident, the number of people following Uncle and Third Uncle has more than doubled, and they even let people sleep with one eye open?"

"Ah? Why is this?" Upon hearing this, the Second Lady immediately stopped crying and opened her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Of course I'm afraid that she will climb into the beds of the first and third wives. You're so stupid that you would personally send her to your husband's bed." These words completely stripped the Second Wife's dignity.

After Feng Yishuang finished coaxing her mother, she turned her gaze to her father who had been playing ostrich since entering the house, "Let's go and practice a few moves?"

Hearing this, Master Feng raised his head and met his son's wolf-like gaze. He couldn't help but tremble and refused repeatedly: "Ha, let's do it another day, another day."

Feng Yishuang ignored his words, stood up, put her arm around her father's shoulders, and dragged him into the empty room next door.

After a while, bursts of wailing could be heard, and everyone in the second house, from the master to the servants, trembled and fell silent.

After more than half a year, the Second Young Master is really different. Would he beat the Second Young Master to death? Everyone was guessing in their hearts.

Half an hour later, Master Feng's wailing gradually subsided, and the door was opened from the inside by Feng Yishuang, who was sweating profusely. "Two people go in and change his clothes. He has to go to his grandfather to pay New Year's greetings later."

He took the handkerchief handed over by his personal servant and wiped the sweat off his face while listening to him whispering and reporting behind him. He went to Liuzhou Prefecture secretly this time, so he did not bring his personal servant with him.

"Go, gag these treacherous slaves, tie their hands and feet, and throw them into the utility room first. We will deal with them when we get to the new house. Just remember not to let them die."

Oh, do you think the second house is a soft persimmon, and even the gatekeeper can come and step on it at will? Then he will let them know whether it will hurt their feet!

Afterwards, in less than half an incense stick of time, six people, including the servants of the second house, the old woman guarding the courtyard gate, and the second master's personal servant, were thrown into the utility room one after another.

The movements of the second room could not be concealed from the masters of the Feng Mansion, and the news soon reached the bedroom of the old master Feng.

"I really didn't realize that after staying in Liuzhou Prefecture for a few months, the third boy has made such a complete transformation." The old head of the Feng family, who had already woken up, forced a smile.

"That's right. Now we don't have to worry about the second house not being able to stand up in the future."