The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

The front yard of the Marquis's mansion is now in chaos.

There were many people, most of them middle-aged men, standing there, which brought a sense of psychological oppression.

Among them, the cries of several women were unusually loud and prominent.

"My son, you died so miserably!"

"Hua'er, damn Hua'er, you died so unjustly!"

When Zhou Muchiao heard the cries, his nails dug into his palms.

Why did you come to his house to complain about your injustice?

Guan Chang saw his grandfather and his uncle and aunt among those people. He was shocked and immediately walked over quickly.

But before he could get to his relatives, he was grabbed by two women on his left and right.

"The Guan family's child is here!"

"Guan Chang!"

Guan Chang gasped again when he saw them. The two of them cried so much that their eyes were as big as walnuts and they could hardly open them.

Maybe because they kept wiping their tears, there were some breakouts under their eyes and eyelids.

He had seen these two aunts before, and now they seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Yes, from the time I received the letter to the time I rushed all the way to the capital, I probably couldn't eat or sleep.

Guan Chang also felt a little sad.

He didn't dare to struggle free, for fear of hurting them, so he could only stand still.

The three men, Guan's grandfather, also looked anxious and worried.

But when they saw their grandson standing in front of them, they felt much more at ease.

People are actually like this. Although they feel sympathy and sadness when others die, they will still feel lucky to see their own children alive.

Guan Chang is fine, so there is nothing wrong with letting the other families of the deceased vent their anger.

Guan’s maternal grandfather stopped his son and daughter-in-law who were about to go forward.

He gave Guan Chang another reassuring look.

Guan Chang felt at ease when he saw his grandfather.

The others also shouted.

"Guan Chang, is my son really gone?"

"Guan Chang! Tell me, what exactly is going on?"

"My son followed the young marquis to the capital to have some fun. What did he do to lose his life?"

"Yes, please explain it clearly!"

"Where is Young Marquis Zhou?"

Guan Chang's ears were buzzing, and he was being pulled around and shaken hard by them. He felt like he was about to fall apart.

The problem was, so many people were shouting and talking that his voice was completely drowned out and no one could hear what he said.

He was pushed and shoved, and only then did he see that Young Marquis Zhou was actually standing a little further away, even half-hiding his body behind a tree.

Zhou Muchiao is not such a person!

After seeing his gaze, Zhou Muchiao felt ashamed and walked out.

"I'm here, just relax, this matter has nothing to do with him."

As soon as Zhou Muchiao appeared, everyone looked at him and focused their attention on him.

The woman who was holding Guan Chang also pounced on Zhou Muchiao.

All of a sudden, the people surrounded changed.

Guan Chang felt that he could only relax with a sigh of relief at this moment.

"Chang'er, how are you?"

Only then did Guan's maternal grandfather, Old Master Fang, come to him with his son and daughter-in-law.

"Chang'er, did you eat that meat?" Uncle Fang Gui took Guan Chang for a spin, "You didn't lose weight."

"Your face isn't as rosy anymore," my aunt commented.

"Grandfather, uncle, aunt, didn't I write to you asking you not to come? It's too tiring to come all the way here."

Guan Chang had already written to them to let them know that he was safe, because once the news got back to Jiangnan, the Fang family would definitely know about it.

He was afraid that his grandfather would get anxious and angry.

"The Yu family came to our house and insisted that your grandfather come to the capital with us," Fang Gui said, "so I was worried and came along."

"They also forced Grandfather to come along?"

Guan Chang was a little angry.

What does this have to do with the Fang family? Even if they want to find him, isn't he in the capital? He won't run away.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm here now, and my health isn't that bad." Old Master Fang sighed, "Let's take a look first."

Over there, those people had almost torn Zhou Muchiao's clothes.

The cries and the accusations were deafening.

The Zhou family's servants all stepped forward to help and tried to rescue the young marquis, but the servants and guards brought by Jiangnan also rushed forward and pulled the servants away.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

"Young Marquis! Our Yu Hua came to the capital with you. Now he has died tragically. If you don't give us an explanation, our whole family will not leave!"

Yu Hua was the young man in blue who had caused the most trouble in Weiming Mountain before.

The Yu family was an almost overbearing family in the Jiangnan area. Their family was huge, they owned many shops, and several of their members held official positions in Jiangnan. Moreover, the Yu family members were all very arrogant, easily angered, and held grudges.

Now it is the Yu family that is making the most trouble.

Yu Hua also had two older brothers and a younger brother, all of whom came. Together with his parents and uncles who were guarding the house, there were a total of 20 people.

The Yu family alone is already very powerful.

Zhou Muchiao’s brain was about to explode.

This is because of his identity. If it were someone else, he would have been eaten alive by the Yu family long ago.

"Quiet!"

Zhou Muchiao shouted loudly, reached out and grabbed a man, throwing him to the ground.

There was a loud bang, and everyone fell silent.

No one expected that Zhou Muchiao would dare to take action at this moment.

"Young Lord Zhou, what do you mean?" Yu's father said with a fierce look on his face.

Because it was his second son who was thrown to the ground.

"What on earth are you doing in Beijing? With all the fuss going on, do you still want to know the whole story?" Zhou Muchiao said in a cold voice.

His clothes were torn into a mess, his sleeves were torn, his hair crown was about to be pulled off, and even the back of his hands were scratched.

He looked as if he had been ravaged.

In the past, these people were all very respectful to him, calling him "Little Marquis" one by one.

"Then please tell us, Lord Zhou! How did our child die?"

Zhou Muchiao said, "They ate something poisonous..."

He told what happened at Weiming Mountain that day.

Regarding Chang Zai, Zhou Muchiao was quite objective, and basically did not add or delete anything.

But when it came to what happened at the Marquis' Mansion, he wasn't very clear.

"The meat was cooked by my cook. I was not present at the time. Now the cook has been imprisoned in the Dali Temple. You can't get any results by making trouble here."

Zhou Muchiao's mouth was dry as he spoke, "So, why don't you find an inn to settle down first, and then go to the Dali Temple to inquire."

After he finished speaking, Mrs. Yu burst into tears again.

"Didn't you get diarrhea after taking one pill? Why did you bring that damn thing back?"

"Yeah, why did you bring it back? You should have buried it in that mountain!"

"Who knows if you told the cook to cook that meat on purpose and send it to our child?"