The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Secret Guard Shisan hid in the shadows. He watched the man enter the house and the gate was tightly closed.

He looked around calmly, keenly aware of all the movements around him.

A moment later, his figure flashed and disappeared like a ghost, without leaving any trace.

Inside the mansion, Wu Yue walked along the long corridor towards the main house.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped abruptly, his brows frowned slightly, and a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

His eyes turned to the tree beside the courtyard wall at the entrance of the courtyard. Although it was winter, the tree was still lush and leafy. The branches extending from outside swayed gently in the breeze.

At that moment, Wu Yue clearly felt that someone was staring at her closely.

He thought for a moment, then pointed to a servant who was sweeping fallen leaves not far away. The servant was dressed in dusty and tattered clothes and was shivering in the cold wind.

"come here!"

Hearing Wu Yue's call, the servant's face was filled with panic. He hurriedly put down the broom in his hand, walked forward quickly, and knelt on the ground with a "thump". His knees hit the cold stone slabs with a dull sound.

"Go and cut down all the branches sticking out from the courtyard wall." Wu Yue's voice was childish and cold, and there was no room for doubt.

"Ahhh..." The servant opened his mouth in horror, gesticulating with his hands, and making indistinct sounds from his mouth.

His open mouth was empty, and it was obvious that his tongue had been cruelly removed.

"That's enough!" Wu Yue interrupted the servant impatiently, her eyes full of disdain, "Finish the job before lunch, or you'll go to the Punishment Hall to be punished."

Hearing the three words "Punishment Hall", Shi San, who was hiding in the dark, clearly felt the mute servant's body tremble violently, and then shrank like a sieve.

“Ahhh…” The servant waved his hands desperately in front of his eyes, pleading, trying to explain something to Wu Yue.

The tree that Wu Yue asked him to cut down carries a special history.

Five years ago, Ming Yunqi ascended the throne in the golden autumn of August.

At that time, every household in Qingzhou City planted a sweet-scented osmanthus tree in front of their door to celebrate the new emperor's ascension to the throne. This tree was planted at that time.

In the hearts of the people of Qingzhou, these osmanthus trees are a symbol of respect and blessing to the current emperor. How can they be cut down at will?

Once reported by someone with ulterior motives, the secrets hidden in this house will inevitably be exposed.

The servant gestured to Wu Yue in panic, trying to make him understand the seriousness of the matter. Wu Yue naturally understood, but he sneered in disdain.

In his mind, Ming Yunqi's throne was not obtained in a legitimate way and was the result of stealing the achievements of their family.

If it weren't for Ming Yunqi, how could their Wu clan have fallen from a high and mighty position in control of the world to their current state of hiding and living in this tiny town?

Moreover, Wu Yue secretly thought in his heart that it would not be long before the entire Qingzhou City would fall under the control of their Wu clan.

By then, not to mention this one osmanthus tree, he would cut down all the osmanthus trees in the whole city without hesitation to vent his hatred.

"Your Excellency, please calm down, but did you notice anything wrong just now?" A ragged man with a sour smell walked up to him with a flattering look on his face and tried to persuade him carefully.

As the man approached, the pungent sour smell hit her in the face. Wu Yue covered her nose in disgust, her brows furrowed, and her beautiful face was full of disgust.

"You, stay away from me!" Wu Yue shouted harshly.

"Your Excellency, please calm down..." The man's face turned pale and red, and he took a step back in embarrassment, forcing an awkward smile. He lowered his head, and a barely perceptible gloom flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

"Wu Yue! What are you doing?" At this moment, a voice as gentle as jade came from the front.

Wu Yue and the man looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a man in white appear in front of them. The man had an upright figure, his hair was as smooth as ink, his eyebrows were as black as distant black, and his face was as delicate as the snow on the top of the mountain that never melts all year round. He exuded an extraordinary temperament. He stood there quietly, looking at Wu Yue steadily.

"Fifth brother..." When Wu Yue saw the person coming, a trace of guilt involuntarily emerged on her face, and her voice unconsciously lowered.

"Who is this gentleman?" Wu Ze's gaze indifferently swept towards the ragged man standing behind Wu Yue. There was no trace of contempt in his eyes, just a hint of inquiry, as if it was just a casual question.

The man raised his head and met Wu Ze's gaze. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his head in shame and replied respectfully: "Your Excellency, I am a disaster victim rescued by Yishan Hall, and now I am working for you."

"Oh." Wu Ze responded softly, not showing too much curiosity or inquiry about the man's answer, but just said calmly: "Then you should go quickly. In another stick of incense, the master will need to retreat."

"So early!" Wu Yue couldn't help but ask.

Wu Ze's expression suddenly became serious. He stared at Wu Yue closely and said earnestly, "Wu Yue, you have to remember one thing. The master's affairs are not something we can interfere with casually."

"I know, I know. Fifth brother, you go ahead and do your work. I'll take him to call the master." Wu Yue felt a little impatient when she saw Wu Ze was about to start another long speech. She didn't care about the smell on the man, so she reached out and pulled him over, then hurried to the deepest part of the courtyard.

Wu Ze looked at Wu Yue's hurriedly fleeing back, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

He actually had a lot more to say to his younger brother, but Wu Yue always avoided him, which made him, as an older brother, feel a little uncomfortable.

However, there was no sadness on his face. Wu Mu, who was taking care of him, was speechless when he saw this scene.

"Sir, why do you always have to tease Master Wu Yue? You know he hates nagging the most." Wu Mu said softly.

"My younger brother is too smart and easily conceited. I do this so that he will not make mistakes in the future." Wu Ze sighed slightly, with a hint of interest on his face.

"Wu Mu, you really make me sad when you say that to me."

"Sir, please stop pretending. I saw sesame seeds at the corners of your mouth. You are eating secretly again," Wu Mu couldn't help but said with a smile.

In the entire Wu clan, there is no one more lazily than Wu Ze.

Shi San put the bickering between the master and servant behind him, fixed his eyes on the direction Wu Yue left, and followed quietly.

However, he did not notice that at the moment he moved, Wu Ze, who had been standing there lazily, suddenly looked sharply towards the place where he had just hidden. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, as if he saw through everything.

Wu Ze raised the corner of his mouth slightly and muttered to himself: "Sure enough, I didn't listen to the old man's advice and suffered a loss. However, suffering a loss is a blessing. I hope my younger brother can have less such 'blessings'."

"Young Master, what are you talking about?" Wu Mu, who was standing by, didn't hear Wu Ze's words clearly and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Your master said he was hungry and wanted to go home." Wu Ze said seriously.

"Young Master, you just came out of the room. You ate a lot of food before you came out. You came out now to digest the food." Wu Mu smiled and exposed.

"Well, Wu Mu, has the master ever told you that you are a bit annoying?" Wu Ze said pretending to be angry.

"Wu Mu didn't hear it! Sir, please withdraw!" Wu Mu responded with a smile.

"Hmph!" Wu Ze snorted lightly, turned around and walked slowly in another direction, his clothes fluttering in the wind, leaving Wu Mu standing there shaking his head helplessly.