The queen of the last days became a maid and just wanted to lie down

The carriage was out of control, but there was no driver on board.

From a distance, everyone smelled an unpleasant odor. When they got closer, someone reacted and shouted, "It's Yexiang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the horse rushed towards him recklessly. Zhao Mingbo finally rolled out at the critical moment, but unfortunately, the toilet bucket on the carriage also rolled off the carriage and hit him by chance, not only splashing him with feces, but also pressing the thorns on his back heavily into his flesh.

Zhao Mingbo let out a violent scream and couldn't help but shout for help to Pei Shuo.

Pei Shuo looked panicked, but he shouted, "Don't be afraid, Master Zhao. I will subdue the horse right away."

As he said this, he jumped up and ran towards the horse.

For a moment, even if people wanted to watch the fun, they didn't dare to get close. The feces and urine on the ground were extremely disgusting. Everyone covered their noses and stepped back, some even huddled in a corner.

Only Zhao Mingbo was shirtless, covered in feces and urine, and his legs were injured by the toilet. He lay on the ground unable to move for a while, screaming in pain.

Those who had been very sympathetic to him just now were speechless, and no one even stepped forward to help him up.

Zhao Mingbo couldn't stand the humiliation anymore, he rolled his eyes in anger and fainted.

He lay there for a cup of tea before the housekeeper finally came in. He came out and saw Zhao Mingbo fainted miserably on the street, covered in feces and urine, with a horrified expression, "Oh my God, what happened? What happened? Master Zhao, why are you like this? Are you okay?"

The housekeeper shouted loudly, but he stood far away and refused to come closer.

The onlookers shouted, "He has fainted, why don't you help him inside and get a doctor for him."

Hearing this, Steward Wang looked torn: "That's impossible. Young Master Zhao said that if my wife doesn't come to pick him up in person, he won't come into the mansion."

Although Steward Wang looked anxious, he was actually very happy in his heart. The retribution came so quickly, it was really gratifying.

He kept muttering to himself and jumping up and down anxiously, as if he had lost his backbone.

Then he shouted to the crowd, "Master Zhao's attendant is here, why don't you help your master up?"

Unexpectedly, the crowd scattered in all directions and no one came forward to help.

Even the people who had just started to make a fuss and build momentum for Cho Myung-bak avoided him in disdain and refused to step forward.

Butler Wang was still standing on the steps, looking anxious: "Oh my God, what should I do? Where is my prince? Who has seen my prince? My prince, where are you?"

He shouted loudly for a long time, but there was no sign of the host. Zhao Mingbo lay at the door for another cup of tea, but still no one who passed by came forward to rescue him.

After waiting for a long time, Pei Shuo came back and saw Zhao Mingbo still fainted at the door of his house. He then pretended to scold the housekeeper: "Uncle Wang, how can you treat Mr. Zhao so badly? Hurry up and help him in and call a doctor."

Steward Wang then showed his belated reaction, "Yes, yes, that's right, Master, I will do it right away."

Steward Wang hurriedly ordered his servants to bring the feces-smelling Zhao Mingbo into the mansion, while he also ordered someone to call a doctor.

After Zhao Mingbo was carried in through the side door, someone finally came out to clean up the filth at the door.

The onlookers left reluctantly, which was a pity. If they could have gone in and taken a closer look, they could have chatted with others when they returned.

As soon as the door of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was closed, Pei Shuo's expression changed.

Steward Wang pinched his nose and said, "Sir, how do we deal with this man?"

Pei Shuo smiled calmly and said, "How should we deal with this? Young Master Zhao is covered in feces and dirt, so we have to wash him clean with water. Otherwise, when the doctor comes, will he have to smell the feces too?"

Butler Wang immediately understood and asked someone to fetch two buckets of cold well water and pour them directly on Zhao Mingbo.

As soon as the cold well water hit his body, Zhao Mingbo woke up in pain.

He pointed at Pei Shuo L: "You...you...you are resorting to lynching."

Pei Shuo showed an aggrieved expression, "Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about? It was you who failed to dodge and got hit by the bucket. When did our Pei family ever punish you?"

"You...you guys...you guys"

Zhao Mingbo had no words to express his pain. He only felt a dull pain in his chest. He thought he had a sure win today and had the Pei family under control, but he never expected that a frightened horse would run over.

Not only did they ruin his good deeds, but they also threw feces all over him. Today, he must have lost face and become a joke in the capital.

Zhao Mingbo was extremely angry, but Pei Shuo looked at the servant beside him, and the servant immediately poured another bucket of water over.

Zhao Mingbo immediately screamed: "This is just lynching! Pei Shuo, do you want to kill me?"

Pei Shuo remained calm and composed, "Master Zhao, you are joking. It's because you are so dirty that I was afraid of ruining your reputation, so I hurried to wash you clean. My two servants worked hard to clean up the filth for you, but you are not grateful and instead blame us for lynching you. It's really unreasonable."

As he spoke, he mocked him sarcastically: "No wonder, since you can do such a shameful thing as keeping a concubine before marriage and humiliating your fiancée, your Zhao family's upbringing is obvious. What's the point of turning the tables?"

Zhao Mingbo became even angrier. The water was so cold that his lips turned purple, his face turned blue, his teeth chattered, and he couldn't utter a word.

Zhao Mingbo pointed at Pei Shuo, who avoided him in disgust.

"Don't worry, Master Zhao. You are unkind, but I cannot be unjust. I have sent someone to inform the Zhao family. I think the mansion will come to pick you up soon." He looked at the servants and said, "Why did you stop? Master Zhao's dirt is not cleaned, but he stinks all over. It is simply unworthy of a son of a noble family. Why don't you clean him up quickly?"

The servants figured out what was going on, so many servants came with buckets of cold water and poured them on Zhao Mingbo.

Zhao Mingbo wanted to stand up, but found that he could not move.

He wanted to curse, but he was too angry. The thorns on his back were still in his flesh. He screamed in pain but couldn't say a word. It was a pity for him, a nobleman, who had never suffered such a punishment.

After pouring about a dozen buckets of water, Pei Shuo called a halt and ordered the servants to help the man up and prepare a set of clean clothes for Zhao Mingbo to wear.

On the second day, Liu Moyan heard from Zhang that Zhao Mingbo was sent away in a sedan chair from the back door of the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, and she laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.

"It's retribution. That carriage dung bucket came at the perfect time. He should have been severely punished. It's a pity that there was no thunder in the sky. If there was a thunderbolt, he would have been killed."

Zhang couldn't help but poke her forehead and said, "Is this what a girl should say? Why don't you learn from your elder sister? Look, your elder sister wouldn't laugh as exaggeratedly as you do when she hears these things."

Liu Qingwan handed the tea to Zhang, who was very satisfied with her daughter's calmness.

Liu Qingwan glanced at her sister and smiled, "I want to laugh too. This Mr. Zhao is such a mean person. He has clearly done something wrong and he even used such a trick to disgust the Duke's Mansion. Now he has received retribution. This is a good thing."